So said Jim Burlant. In quiet genuflection, I went for my first night ride of 2010. Besides, it's been a while since I went exploring solo. (Thanks for the tip, Pete!)
Crossing over to Pulau Punggol Barat (island). About 3+ km further, this new road crosses over to another island, Pulau Punggol Timor. There's a couple kilometers' worth of quiet wooded tarmac after this. nash_1126 has some nice pictures here.
Cool winds and solitude made for a contemplative, spiritually refreshing, ride.
Crossing the tide control gates of Sungei Punggol, Seletar North Link terminates beneath the tracks of the Punggol LRT, connecting to Punggol Way. The road passes a yet-to-be-open LRT station, PW7 Soo Teck. A stone's throw away is Punggol Marina. (Hat tip: Weijie of Chapter 2 Cycle for showing me the way through the construction sites.)
[H]eard of muscles? You know, those things that took billions of years to evolve into the splendid tools that now lie idle in the human body, because our so-smart brains would rather hitch a ride on some energy-guzzling toy. Meanwhile our waistlines expand and our hearts wither.
What is wrong with a riding a bike or simply walking?
As this is a multi-day ride, the ride report is lengthy; hence, so it will be broken up into daily reports. Pictures with comments will be interspersed with the end-of-the-day journal entries; occasional disjunctions / discontinuities are unavoidable.
As I post each day's ride report (it may take a fortnight or so, to complete all of them; there are approximately 1352 pictures and 44 videos to sort, edit, and notate), this page — with links to each day — will remain as the index to the 2-week trip.
What the moral? Who rides may read. When the night is thick and the tracks are blind A friend at a pinch is a friend, indeed, But a fool to wait for the laggard behind. Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone.
White hands cling to the tightened rein, Slipping the spur from the booted heel, Tenderest voices cry " Turn again!" Red lips tarnish the scabbarded steel, High hopes faint on a warm hearth-stone — He travels the fastest who travels alone.
One may fall but he falls by himself — Falls by himself with himself to blame. One may attain and to him is pelf — Loot of the city in Gold or Fame. Plunder of earth shall be all his own Who travels the fastest and travels alone.
Wherefore the more ye be helpen-.en and stayed, Stayed by a friend in the hour of toil, Sing the heretical song I have made — His be the labour and yours be the spoil. Win by his aid and the aid disown — He travels the fastest who travels alone!
[T]he meaning of an episode was not inside like a kernel but outside, enveloping the tale which brought it out only as a glow brings out a haze, in the likeness of one of those misty halos that sometimes are made visible by the spectral illumination of moonshine.
(Joseph Conrad)
Just like that, the 14-day tour is over.
How time flies when you're having fun.
Aside from from confronting my fears, testing my intuition, mental, emotional, and physical limits — and regaling in the abundance of solitude — I had the time of my life observing different cultures, social and governmental systems from the ground level; experiencing the kindness and spontaneous generosity of strangers, and having my belief that most people are inherently good reaffirmed. Regular people, heartened by the (comical?) sight of a lone cyclist ladened with luggage, slowly inching his way across their country — despite the cheaper, easy availability of mechanized efficiency — actually cheering and rooting for the endeavorer, suggests, at least to me, that romance is not dead. Or, maybe they just think I'm a retard.
In this aspect, what started as a solo journey became less and less so as the days progressed; a succession of strangers gradually (and unknowingly) linked by the passage of a bicycle, and a story unfolding, hidden within the scribbled pages of a journal. What is recorded in these pages then, become less about the rider and more about the communities and people he came into contact with, however fleetingly. I have become no longer the focus of the narration, but merely the projector's motor — these people and their landscapes are the film.
Deepest gratitude to the following, who made this ride possible and/or contributed to its success:
GPS log does not include the ride north of Tak Bai.
Did this approximation while waiting for my food at Desaru on Day 12.
Not too far off, eh?
Image courtesy of Hon Shin.
DATA
Distance 1021.6 km (638.5 miles) Elevation climbed 2195 m (7200 ft) 53 hours 46 minutes 8 seconds Average speed 19 km/h (11.88 mph) Maximum speed 52.7 km/h (32.94 mph)
Lowest temperature 79° F (26.1° C) (Day 14) Highest temperature 110° F (43.3° C) (Day 10)
Least distance 37.66 km (23.54 miles) (Day 2) Most distance 123.93 km (77.46 miles) (Day 14)
Least climbing 50 ft (15 m) (Day 2) Most climbing 2150 ft (655.5 m) (Day 14)
Bike: 1991 Bridgestone MB-3Michelle ("my belle") Size 49 cm (19.29 inch) [Center-to-top] Lowest weight 41 kg (90.2 lb) Highest weight 47 kg (103.4 lb)
Rider: 187 cm (6' 2") Weight: Start (September 15) 64 kg (140.8 lb) End (September 28) 60 kg (132 lb)
Things I should have brought along
lightweight cup immersion cup heater JetBoil™ service kit spare computer sensor cable spare helmet buckle spare rear deraileur another mirror for non-drive side (useful when filtering through heavy traffic in cities) non-whistling compass collapsable chopsticks clothes pegs motorcycle
No mobile / cell phone was carried or ever used on this ride.
Solitude is strength; to depend on the presence of the crowd is weakness. The man who needs a mob to nerve him is much more alone than he imagines.
(Paul Brunton)
The peaceful morning masks a night of turmoil and pain: the mushroom linguine carbonara I had for dinner contained too much purines, triggering a gout attack in my left knee at 3:40 AM. 'Hobbled out of bed, swallowed 500 mg of enteric-coated aspirin and 500 mg of paracetamol. At 5:04 AM, determining it to be a gout attack and not an overuse / overexertion injury, I took 500 mg of colchicine.
At 7 AM, I took 500 mg more of paracetamol and prepared a light breakfast of 3 salted biscuits and a cup of coffee. The resort offers a breakfast buffet for RM30 but I didn't have much of an appetite.
8:35 AM. Despite the left hamstring still clicking, I deemed my body fit enough for the ride to Singapore.
Checked out at 8:48 AM.
Temperature 86° F (30° C)
I love the sign. Beautiful joke.
(Where's the humor? Do the ride and find out!)
There's a certain pleasurable sense of foreboding upon seeing such numbers.
9.11 km (5.7 miles) from Sebana Cove, I took my 3rd GU Energy Gel of the trip, to spare some glycogen for burning fats later in the day.
Just before the junction to Highway 89, but I am not taking the ferry to Changi today.
10:15 AM. Petronas gas station outside Desaru. Had a 2nd breakfast of a chocolate bun, an iced-coffee, and a pack of Milo here.
DATA
Distance to Desaru from Sebana Cove
Cateye AT-100 Elevation climbed 370 feet (112.8 m) 1 hour 9 minutes 28 seconds Average speed 13.2 mph (21.1 km/h) Maximum speed 29.8 mph (47.7 km/h) Distance 15.3 miles (24.5 km) Temperature 95° F (35° C)
Despite the warmth (95° F / 35° C), it was drizzling rather heavily. Here, I found the complementary shower cap to be a rather nifty transparent rain cover for the handlebar bag.
Breakfast #2 done; drizzle stopped; road's dry; time to roll.
Junction with Highway 99. Took this turn under a year ago on the Sedili Mega Loop Ride.
The slight incline hints at what lies ahead.
58.28 km (36.4 miles) from Sebana Cove, I dodged a potentially nasty accident. There was a traffic jam; a female driver, checking her make up with the vanity mirror — not paying attention — only realized it at the last moment, served into the road shoulder to avoid rear-ending the car in front of her. When she got to the road shoulder, she realized that half of it was gravel. Not wanting the pebbles to scratch her precious paint job, she slammed on the brakes.
Suddenly, instead of a clear path before me, I faced a wall of steel less than 40 feet in front of me. On my right are other vehicles coming to a stop, a wall of moving steel and glass as well; on my left is another wall of mud and rocks — at 48+ km/h (30+ mph), on a 45 kg (99 lb) bike, I had nowhere to go. It's stop or splat.
Thank goodness I disregarded conventional advice and set my medium-profile cantilever brakes just a notch below maximum leverage a month ago.
Anger at the inattentiveidioticmoronic dumbass driver for almost turning me into a human pretzel is better spent fueling the climbs up the hills ahead.
Upon reaching the junction before Kota Tinggi, where I had to made the decision whether to take the shorter route (bypassing the town completely), or go through town, I chose the latter. Having a BMI that dropped to 17.2 during the first 4 days of the tour, any opportunity to top up on food should be treasured.
DATA
Distance to Kota Tinggi from Sebana Cove
Cateye AT-100 Elevation climbed 1240 feet (378 m) 3 hours 13 minutes 3 seconds Average speed 13 mph (20.8 km/h) Maximum speed 31.8 mph (50.9 km/h) Distance 41.9 miles (67.4 km) Temperature 92° F (33.3° C)
Cateye Velo 5 Distance 67.57 km (42.23 miles) Maximum speed 51.2 km/h
1:20 PM. Ducked into Loong Foong Restoran, a dim sum shop, just in time to escape a heavy shower.
2:15 PM. 'Was about to set off when the rain lightened, but then it increased intensity again, becoming a monsoon deluge. So, I went back into Loong Foong Restoran and ordered a cup of kopi-O (coffee with sugar, no milk). I inquired about the best way to get out of Kota Tinggi. Through the course of the exchange, they were piqued by my adventures along the east coast of Peninsular Malaysia. When the rain let off again and it was time to go, they insisted that the coffee is on them. Maybe I should be a minstrel or something :-D
Well, the downpour only eased off for a few minutes before coming back full force (and then some). In the limited visibility, I took a wrong turn and went onto Jalan Jaafar instead of the road out of town. There, deciding that though I'm not made of sugar, I'm not impervious to speeding trucks — with drivers half-blind in the rain — either, I ducked into a hawker center.
And ended up chatting with the owner of a Bak Kut Teh stall.
She showed me pictures of the devastating flood that hit the town on the 20th of December 2006. I found myself eating Bak Kut Teh — the spiciest kind, with loads of peppercorns, and she uses fiery chili padi rather than the regular, anemic red chilies, for the the thick, black soy dipping sauce — under the roar of a tin roof, rattling with the fury of a tropical monsoon; and flipping through photo albums of a place — where I am now sitting and eating — that was once under 15 feet (4.5 m) of water. Sometimes, getting lost is fun.
Husband and wife putting away the table I sat at for the last hour.
Leaving Kota Tinggi. Recognize the bridge and building from the lady's photo album? Check out smaller picture. Also, check out 0:16 of this video.
Yes, yes. Purple. I got it in 1991 from the wonderful folks at Bridgestone @ Far East Shopping Center, back when I was a wee innocent JC kid and thought that cycling along Bukit Timah Road was impossible, and round island (Singapore) rides were classified as suicide attempts by the traffic police. Look what they've done to me: 17 years on, I'm dressed like a mad man, smell worse, and tell tall tales in foreign countries for food and drink. Man, what they've done to me? :-P
Boy (and coin phone) saying, "helo," at flooded Kampung Surau Kampung Batu 25, outside Kota Tinggi.
Lemang! I know it's hard work cooking this delicacy, but I still think I got ripped off @ RM8 a stick.
I bought 2 and lugged them 55+ km (34.4 miles) back to Singapore.
Weightweenie? Who sez aye a weightweenie? Aye kills heem! Noh! Aye kills heem two times err!
The friendly truck driver's word of caution at Jemaluang was spot on: Ulu Tiram wasn't fun. 3 chaps followed me around in their car. When I turned into a gas station, they followed, parked and waited. So, I fiddled with my bike. This went on for 3 gas stations and 45 minutes. Finally, they gave up and drove off.
Umm... hello, whatever money I've left can't even fill up your gas tank, and you spent 45 minutes following and stalking me in your car. Let me take a wild guess, you underachieving bandits are named Moe, Curly, and Larry?
Cantabit vacuus coram latrone viator.
(Juvenal)
Maybe the lemang ran out and they wanted mine or something...
One.
6:13 PM Sunday, 28th September 2008.
My first 1000 km (625 miles) unsupported solo road tour :-D
6:50 PM. As I sat outside an Esso gas station, fresh sweat reviving old; coated in road grime, drenched by drizzle, showers, storms, and #@%&! road spray; and drinking iced-coffee and 100 Plus, a Singaporean-registered car roared up. Whilst their precious, pampered, domestic-maid-fed — spoonfedhand-fed — teens stay huddled behind locked doors, the wife frantically scanned around, as the middle-aged husband pumped gas into the vehicle at a speed that would make any pit crew envious. Then, darting back into the safety of their COE-entitled, ERP-equipped, GPS-guided, cell phone-enabled, DVD-capable, car, they sped off toward the cocooned safety of Singapore ala Back to the future...
...while I sat and played with the gas station's resident cat.
It must be difficult, living in such fear.
Gas station toilet art.
I was so busy feeding the cat that I left the 3 maps I bought at the counter. Luckily I was only 3 km away when I discovered that.
Johor Bahru pavement + bike fully loaded with panniers = ultimate skills park.
The reception at Singapore Woodlands Immigration Checkpoint was far from endearing: I didn't expect to be questioned about what was I doing in Southern Thailand; why I made this trip without anyone ordering me to; how is it that I am doing this without any cause; or, if I considered how dangerous it is to travel alone through a foreign country.
Cateye AT-100 Elevation climbed 2150 feet (655.5 m) 6 hours 8 minutes 35 seconds Average speed 12.5 mph (20 km/h) Maximum speed 31.8 mph (50.9 km/h) Distance 76.9 miles (123 km) Temperature 79° - 95° F (26.1° - 35° C)
Cateye Velo 5 Distance 123.93 km (77.46 miles) Maximum speed 51.2 km/h Cumulative distance 1021.6 km (638.5 miles)
Whatever you do.....Don't ever do it for anyone but yourself.
