Half island, 80 km. I oversleep again today, just like last Sun. And again, I miss a Bike Aid ride. Like in a weird dream, strange things happen. I notice that generally, blue collar foreign talent wear dark colours and ride dark coloured bicycles, while white collar foreign talent wear bright colours and ride fancy bicycles. At Kranji, I whip out my camera for a shot and a battery pops out. Two vehicles drive by. It looks like they miss the battery, but it gets dented and leaks. At West Coast, my second of three rest stops, I see a cyclist with a squeaky bunny perched on her handlebars - WC. What's the probability of meeting her like that? It's our first ride together, but only for a few minutes as we head in different directions. Back home, my contact lens tears as I try to remove it. I spend anxious moments trying to get the remains out of my eye.
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