you know, 2 days ago i was on my way back from kl. i took a coach. it slowed down somewhere halfway on our return leg. we were still on the highway though. soon i saw flashing lights. police cars. then a policeman waving a strobelight telling the vehicles to bloody hell just keep moving.
curious i kept on looking. and guess what i saw. a bodybag. with two white sneakers peeking out at one end. twenty meters ahead i saw the bike. those m'sian bikes. the small capacity kinds.
mustve skidded hit the ground hard and let his bike travel along further. his bike still looked good. his sneakers still looked good. but i doubt he was feeling good. i doubt he was feeling anything anymore.
to those riding bikes, take heed. to those thinking abt getting one, use ur head. to those of u who never will ride one, i salute u.
im just wishing for one person to start riding a bike though. and that person aint me.