Ok, so what happened was, the weekend after the last post, I went riding up Bukit Timah hill, full of delirious joy derived from my new-found passion for off-roading.
On the way up, I saw a monkey hump another monkey. And just like that, I knew my day was going to be good.
Here, two monkeys enjoy post-coital bliss:
Ah... sweet, sweet, monkey love. Not content to leave a tender moment alone, one of the monkeys then lit up a cigarette and made heart-shaped smoke rings.
Monkeys do weird shit like that. One time I went with my gf to the Zoo and we saw a monkey wank and then eat its own yahoo. Gross, but f'in funny, wot?
ANYWAY, tremendously cheered on by the unexpected monkey porn, I went on to attack the trail. I was pretty sure I wouldn't break anything.
Then shit happened, as shit often does when I'm in the grip of some new passion.
No amount of overhauling in the Kitchen was going to save that. Bt Timah 1, Moose-stang 0. I completed the ride, sans fenders.
I then rode to work for a week without the fenders and the rear rack, and felt free as a bird. Damn, that rack must've surely weighed a couple of kilos.
In other news, I got my monthly allowance and gleefully splurged on some new bike stuff.
Actually, a lot of stuff.
Oops, wrong picture. Poor Pikachu has to support my handphone charger coz, its kinda loose. Anyhoo, new stuff.
I love my bell. You cannot imagine how useful it is when you're trying to ride through Serangoon Road (also known as Little India). In summary, a new bell, new lights aft and fore, and a toolkit I can actually use (loves it).
And one more yahoo:
Beauty, ain't she? Blooming beautiful.
Yes, still no helmet yet.
Part II.
Apparently, my forks were crummy.
At least that's what I convinced myself of. After losing the fenders and the rack, I was sure that the 'Stang is one hell of an off-road machine.
Yet more remained to be done.
Like a typical male moron with too much pocket money, I started shopping around for a new pair of forks that would let me go flat out on a descent, skull, collarbones and ribs be damned.
Let me cut a long story short.
Bye bye, loyal Quadras. I never knew your model number. I shall keep you for a 2nd bike.
And don't worry, my lovely steed. I'm not cutting them off for good. I'm just giving you new legs.
Hello Tora. You look gorgeous. Is that.. is that a U-Turn on your shoulders? 80mm to 130mm travel on the fly? That's hot... And oh my... that looks like Motion Control damping with a lockout knob on your other shoulder. Sexy. And... external rebound adjustment? You make me go 'fwah', Tora. I want to marry you and make many baby Toras together.
Rumour has it that I'm in love with my bike. Tell no one.
Gorgeous, wot? They're a little porky though, but that adds to stiffness. The Quads, they loved to flex. And the geometry of my frame is somewhat changed, but still ok, though not at full travel (130mm!)
Just need to change out the stem (ker-ching!).
And I need to increase my rebound rate the next time I attempt Bt Timah, not quite the plushy heaven yet till I break them in.
Moose-stang loves his new legs.
Part III
The weekend after I got them new legs, me and the 'Stang took a ride out to the Zoo by way of Bt Timah and T15. Yea, home of the famous masturbating monkey.
Along the way, a couple of German dudes helped me carry the 'Stang over the fence and scratched me forks.
Was I cheesed off?
Yea. But not in a big way.
Because, my friend, that's what stickers are for.
I bought Mountain Bike UK magazine and got me a boatload of stickers. I love stickers. I feel like I'm 8 again. I remember when I was 22 and one of my university coursemates saw the 'Stang and said, "That's like something I would have gotten when I was 12." I hear ya. Ya-huh.
Anyway I got pretty drunk when I bought the magazine and hence the bike now looks like it rode through a sticker storm.
Here are the results.
This one here covers up the scratches on the right lower leg. Yep, I love this one the most.
This one covers up cable scratches on the frame. Works a treat in protecting it from more scratches too.
You ain't seeing the rest yet, coz then you'll think I'm demented. Honestly, there's not a lot of blue left on the frame.
I also placed an order for a bike alarm (ker-ching!).
Ducharme Bicycle Alarm. Advanced technology for people who love their bikes a little too much.
Like who'll want to steal this piece of junk anyway? I'll post a review when I get the shipment.
And I finally cleaned up, waxed and oiled the bike.
That's all. I'm getting bored. Why can't they do drag and drop for uploading pics into a blog?
Doesn't it look like a war horse? Now to get some body armour and some long, bladed weapons (ker-ching!).
Seacrest, OUT!
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