Tampines, 32 km. I heard it's gone, but I want to see it for myself. When the rain stops, I head out. The road is still slick from rain and water sprays up. And down. It pours again. I haven't cycled in the rain for so long. I'm resigned to it.
When I reach the Tampines trail, I see it is indeed gone. I was here while it was being upgraded for the inaugural Youth Olympics. The place where I've explored and races several times is flat. It'll become yet another housing estate.
This is the place where I had fun and fear. My worse crash. Bicycle races, joy rides and a cross country race on foot.
Now it is gone. Flattened for flats. Goodbye.
This is a year of goodbyes. Some good, as in good riddance. Some bad, as in sad.
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