Sunday, January 19, 2014

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Battle scars

Comparing scar with my 2 year old son.  This scar I earned at Magic Carpet trail in Bukit Kiara almost 3 weeks ago.
Scar on shin.

Friday, January 3, 2014

Influencing others to join the bandwagon

A few weeks of riding my mamachari to a number of places and for a number of reasons, it has caught our Resident Association's Chairman attention.

On my way back home from Subuh prayer at surau, I was surrounded by 5 of regular surau-goers and they were asking in detail about my mamachari. The features of the bicycle really attracts them. Soon it became a knowledge sharing session lasted for 20 minutes.

On the next day Subuh prayer (New Year public holiday), Abang Aziz told me that he and Dato' Fauzan went to place that I roughly told them but could find it. I told them that if they want to go I am more than happy accompany them and help them to pick the bicycles.  Apparently he told me that Dato' Fauzan wanted to get 10 bicycles. It is for surau-goers to get some form of exercise right after Subuh prayer. I called Ah Meng the owner of the shop on potential visit that morning. To cut story short, the visit wasn't materialized since RA's meeting were lasted until Zohor prayer and I had other matters to attend to.

To those interested in getting mamachari, foldie, and some not so modern MTB and roadbike, check out this place (N3.3369167, E101.5602667)

Wide range of Mamacharis and MTBs

26" MTB Fenders in pair (RM30)

This Bridgestone cost RM450

Dahon foldie going for RM800

Renault foldie (fold up) 16" wheel going for RM450

p.s: Photos and prices as at 12th October 2013. On 18th December 2013, that Renault foldie was no longer there.

Thursday, January 2, 2014

KEMBAS - Pengkalan Balak, Melaka (Day 1)

Spinned off from the talk during KEMBAS - Sungai Sendat in November 2013, followed by solo trip up north to Teluk Intan a month later, I (we) materialized an ambitious longer and overnight cycling trip down south to Pengkalan Balak.

Si Kilat, a newly setup touring rig.

There were 4 of us namely BC Kelolo, Anuar and notorious tourer Subki. From my judgement in term of strength for touring, we are in the following order: -

  1. Subki
  2. BC Kelolo
  3. Anuar 
  4. Myself
It is important to ensure each cyclist fitness since the fastest cyclist can only be as fast as the slowest cyclist. Fast cyclist may be hampered if the his fitness is far fetch by the slowest cyclist and he will end up spending more time waiting than cycling.

Subki is fast. He is very fast that even he ride on knobbies tyres, he can beat us in skinnies tyres. Having him around indeed was a good knowledge sharing experience for the rest of us.

Our first bicycle casualty was Anuar's crank. We got it fix at K Pro Cycle located at Sungai Sikamat, Cheras.




It was a break for us until proceed further to UKM, Bangi.  I had 2 bowls of cendol here to satisfy my hunger and thirst.



We had lunch and prayers somewhere in Sepang then proceed to PD via Bukit Pelanduk. As the name goes, this part of the leg was hilly and twisty.  As we completed those hilly section, Subki had a flat tyre. His approach of quick patch tube was a failure, just like what I had experienced before.



Port Dickson is not as flat as pancake, that was what I learned when we crossed this leg. I guessed it was due to our hectic pedaling for the last 100km had already taking toll on us.



Continuing the hilly section at Pasir Panjang Port Dickson until we stop over for a break at the small town. It was a surprise reunion for myself to bump into an old friend during my bachelorhood.

Sani, now owning a tour agent business.

At Kampung Tanjung Serai, Kuala Sungai Baru we had our prayer break before proceed another less than 20km to Pengkalan Balak.  At about 9:00PM, we reached Pengkalan Balak and had dinner at the food court. I guess at that juncture, any food would be that delicious due to our hunger. At 10PM, we reached the destination. After quick unloading and nice shower, we sleep before continue our return trip journey the next morning.

Photo album
-to be continued-