While driving home along Bukit Bintang after
my PPU Lower 6 High Tea,
I saw a convoy of Hells' Riders...
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| Bikers on the right side, and more on the left side of my car (but I couldn't take any pics) |
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| MILITIA RIDERS SINGAPORE emblazoned at the back of their bomber jackets |
The ride is the moment when and where pure biking exists. The feelings the ride gives are often akin to those experiences that people enjoy without smiling; yet loud laughter, accompanied by a disbelieving shake of the head, occurs regularly. The grin, inspired by a ceaseless fascination and enjoyment of a bike’s abilities, is the commonest, dominating factor.
Mounting the bike, its weight is hefted between the legs, the way an accomplished person handles a familiar object. The fuel and oil vapours infuse the olfactory senses, seeming to mingle the bike’s blood with your own.The tarmac comes up, then drops away, as your manoeuvres greet the road’s varied directions, guiding the projectile through corners.
Source:
The Ride
THE SPIRIT OF BIKING
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