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Premature Mid-Life Crisis?


"Sejak bila lu jadi mat rempit beb?" (Translation: Since when did you become a street racer?)
Were the first words that blazed onto the screen of my Dopod PDA Phone when I told my cousin that I had bought a bike.

I mean...Is it that strange that I happened to work my butt off, save up, and buy one of the meanest most beautiful bikes I ever set my eyes on? I mean...just look at it... Shiny jet black finish, laced with highlights of blazing red, topped with rugged racing streaks... 

I think I just wiped a tear off my face...

No, no, don't get all worked up... I haven't gone off the wall. It's just that with the increase in fuel price, it seems silly to spend RM600 just going to and from work every day... Think about it, that's a month and a half's pay for my maid! Just to get to and from work! 

So, I figured this would be a good compromise - maybe 2 or 3 days a week going to work by bike, and going to the local stores, local eateries, and even the local mosque, by bike...  I figure that I wouldn't have to burn such a big hole in my pocket... Or the ozone layer, for that matter.

Save money.

Be cheap.

But do it in style.

Now, if only I can find the time to get my motorbike license...




Comments

Fauziah Ismail said…
Salam Abdullah
You bought a bike without having a motorcycle licence??? So, the bike for tayang only or you riding it illegally?
Also, if you really want to become a rempit, lose the carrier at the back. Hilang macho rempit dengan motor yang ada carrier macam tu!
hope it doesn't collect dust till that little chap of yours is old enough to get HIS license!
izzati fuad said…
haha. agreed with fauziah. kalau nak rempit, carrier itu tak seswai keh?

ape kes beli motor takde lesen ni? hehe..kelakar sungguh cik lah.
Gukita said…
No license yet and that black beauty have already grace your porch??? Bang..3x..
Fauziah,
Unfortunately that carrier is out of necessity..Bila beli food kat pasar ramadhan nnt xde carrier nnt kena sangkut kat handlebar...lagi x macho..
As for riding it illegally..legal is such a technical word... I've paid for the road tax...that must amount to something...
Tapi stakat bawak dalam taman je laaa...

Ailin,
A rolling motorbike gathers no dust..But roll it silently...

Ijat,
There are some dreams that are just worth having... Like buying a leather jacket before buying a Harley Davidson... Ooooh yeah...

Pakcik Ali,
One does not need a license to beautify his house with an ornament.. ;)
A t i Q a h said…
Aaa..I ada lesen. Bagi I bawak je la.Hoho!
azie said…
heh? tak de lesen? u sama macam ena, beli motor, tapi takde lesen,ahaha


err, apsal comel sgt anak u tu?

adoi, geram ai tgk,ahaha
Atiqah,

boleh...datang lah nanti, pastu boleh bawak motor I...RM10 = 30 minit.

Azie,

Bapak borek, anak rintik = I kan comel...
Anonymous said…
kekekk
I had to laugh at this post. All the lyrical waxing about the bike last last takde lesen !

u very farnie lah mr lobo!
CC,

Hehehehe... tengkiu, tengkiu...
Syafiq Suraji said…
lol sir..u bought a bike n yet u didnt hav its license...still u hav 2 pay dat RM600 monthly until u get one...huhu...so once u use dat bike 4 going to work..sure u got extra money aite...jom starbuck...kami suka..haha
azie said…
hikhik,
yalahhhh..luckily u're my lecturer.so ai layankan jer,hikhik


p/s: sir, go and get ur license ok:-)
Syafiq,

What RM600?.. Bought the bike cash money k...Don pray pray...

Azie,
Layanan you sungguh baik.
Yana Ismail said…
uhuhu..kita geng la Sir;)hik2..

you ada mentioned pasal nak bli mtr ni pd kami kan;)

wah..just like a dream comes true;)huhu

bila i bleh tunggang?even i takde lesen. i pemandu berkhemah. jgn risau ok?;p
Liyana,

I rasa kalau u tunggang nnt u tonggang-terbalik... Motor tu besar tau!
Tiesha Chan said…
sir, u can use my licence.. i didnt use it for a long time..
just tuka gambar je nnt..
affendik? said…
man, is that a naza gtr?
congratz sir! u really did it in style..hehe
i saw one in campus lately..really suits u considering the size.
ena nak bawak? i pun belum tentu..
uhuk3!


p/s: mat rempit with a carrier...eh career!
Ct,
x boleh pakai ur license, nanti ada orang mengorat I... kalau pompuan xpe jugak...

Onn,
Nnt raya come to my house.pastu rempit la sepuas hati...
Btw, carrier macho ape?...
Shompek said…
Salam..oh my dad..still ingat anak mu yg jahat ini.hehe..(dlm filem)..
Chis! of course I do... :)
How r u Najib? It's nice to see u here...

Selamat Hari Raya n Maaf Zahir Batin.
Anonymous said…
wow~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ nice bike!!! ㅇㅁㅇ
Hehehehe...
Thanks mucho..
U wanna go for a ride sometime? :)
siraydee said…
Get the bike first, license can come later! That's the way to go ^^

Viva la vida!!!
Yeah Aydee,
Got that rite...gimme five!
Greg Wee said…
chk chk chk. Once a samseng, always a samseng
(Heavy metal music playing in the background, Lobo clad in leather, combing his hair with a RM1 comb from the pasar malam)
"Hey" says Lobo arrogantly, "who yhou calling samseng huh?"
rasso said…
I nak juga motor macam tu...
nak bawak awek comel...

jeles2!!!
Rasso,
Awek dah comel tu duduk diam2 laaaa...
hehehehehehehe...

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