I remember that time ... ha ha h
My dad kena accident when he rode a bike in his younger days. Ended
up the bone in his leg dunno what happened, had to replace with a
metal rod. Very bad. So confirmed mum doesn't want me to ride when
I grow up.
I wanted to drive, so got my class 3. But ended up, I was in
financial difficulty, so car was out of question. Then influenced
by colleague; bike is cheap ... haizz ... so I kena physco and got
my 2B. Mum doesn't know until I got my own helmet one day while
still having bike lesson. Then the nagging starts, but I din have
my bike yet.
So, after a month or so, I asked my senior to bring me go buy bike.
So he burnt a few Saturdays and brought me around bike shop. Before
that he was very worried and warned me several times about
bikes.
Then, got my bike ... rode nervously home and quietly got home. Mum
din notice. So it went on like dat for a week, until she got
suspicious and demanded I bring her go see my bike. She saw
already, got very upset, and the daily chanting begun. But also
died down very soon. She knew that there's nothing she could do. So
ended up telling me to ride carefully every morning when I go to
work.
Just one thing to say lah .... skilled or not skilled also like dat
... when the time comes, and the luck runs out, you just have to
go, whether you ride, drive or walk. But whatever you do, do
remember that your mum and dad spent some 10 or 20 painstaking
years of their life watching you grow up to what you are today. If
suddenly, they do lose you one day, you can imagine how devastated
they will feel. So try very hard to stay alive, even if you do meet
with a litle accident ... touch wood ... hee hee
[This message has been edited by Noah (edited 03 May 2002).]
