THE LEGEND OF THE LONE WINGER As my memory rest... But never forget what Ive lost... Wake me up.... when september ends... September has always been significent all through the years that Ive been living so far.. sad to say....in the dark way... In fact, when Green Day makes the above song... the mother of all dark september in my life is still clouding my memory heavily, since it had just happened a few years back. 27 September 2014 (2 Zulhijjah 1435).. by 2:00 PM ..àt one of the petrol station in Kota Bharu... when none of my colleague bikers lastly decided not to ride accross Banjaran Titiwangsa through Grik with me... all the dark history of september in my life started to creep back down my memory lane. The question arise when my stubborn heart and mind still wanted to use that route even if I have to ride it alone. Will another black history of september in my life be created today? The first not so comfortable sign shows up when the leader of my small convoy picked the wrong route getting out from Kota Bharu to Kuala Terengganu. I ve told them that I will depart from the group when we reached the crossroad to Grik, but using the coastal road wont get me to that crossroad. I only realised that we are not on the road we are supposed to be when we came accrossed a broken bridge not available for cars, because I cant remember that broken bridge during the tour to Kota Bharu the day before. Doubting my fate... calculating the risk... i depart from the group when I saw the alternative way to Pasir Putih without a chance to wave good bye to other riders in the group. My lone journey began... Cruising along the small roads of many unfamiliar kampung... responding to the smiley, friendly faces of kids that waving at me.. calm me down a little bit. I concluded... that .. not many big bike have used these roads before. My heart started to pounding heavily again when I saw the signboard to Grik. From now on... all decision is on me alone.. nobody else. 200++ kilometres.. . Fuel level down one step already... swaying my bike left and right a number of times on the empty road to get the feels.. pumping the ABS to make sure it works perfectly... I told myself... Lets do it. Faces of all persons that I love and number of friends that have lost their life on that route.. gathered in my head... Signboard that said awas tenuk/gajah melintas started to appear on the sides of the road... hehe... names of kampungs that looks funny to me ..makes the smile on my face. I should have stopped to take photos on all of that names for I have short memories nowadays... but I dont... my heart was still jumpy. But I couldnt help myself to stop my bike when I saw many stalls selling buah rambai... Its a late decision actually... because ..due to my speed..i have to stop further ahead of the last stall I saw. Dont want to trouble myself making a U-turn.. I just walk happily to the nearest stall. Berapo ghia buoh ramba ni se ikat kak? I have already makes the mak cik smiling her sweet ever smiles by addressing her as akak... Duo ghia... Ok.. wi ambo se ikat... buoh dukong tok sey ko... duo ghia jah sekilo Buleh jugok.. sekilo cukup.. ambo soghe jah...takut tak habis makae Ho lah..tu hak akak pelik...guano soghe demo jah... sokmo2 ghama puok2 muto ni jalae sekali kok ni Demo tok sey ssaing ngae ambo.. nok wat guano.. Alah...nayo ko demo... jjalae mmolek deh was her last word after I paid. I reached a petrol station at the end of the curvy road with alhamdulillah...took a rest... but still undecided where to go... So I made up the rules... I will follow the first group I met there. If it was a group that going back to KL..I will stay over night in KL. Thanks to Mr Lee of the KTMs club who allowed me to join them... I end up my lone journey at Sg Petani.. cruising side by side with the same blood of bikers brotherhood... along the new curvy road of Baling that was introduced to me for the first time that day... Rambai Jeli jadi saksi.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 04:22:18 +0000
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