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...