The many times I fell off the bicycle. I thought it was seven times but I soon lost count (rather I couldn't be bothered to count after the second fall) after a while. It almost seemed as though every fall I made was a signal to take a breather. Of the many times I fell, I was only injured on one occasion. My left foot suffered a nasty cut.
Despite a painful butt thereafter, I must say that night cycling was indeed an enjoyable moment!
Cycled around east coast park for an hour or so while waiting for the traffic to lighten. Passed by families, couples, campers and seafood diners. The pedal work needed some time for me to get acquainted with once more; considering that the last time I sat foot on a bicycle was three years ago. Wobbled at some parts but I mostly escaped but asking very nicely albeit loudly for people and cyclists to move to one side while I cycled pass them. Essentially, it was either they embrace the consequences of this road hazard to others of which I will most definitely not be held accountable for or have faith that nothing will ever happen. I think most people held on to the former.
From east coast, we cycled via fort road and reached clarke quay. I must say that late night activities at clarke quay was somewhat a refreshing experience never mind the physical intimacies in some instances.
From clarke quay, we then cycled via marina bay (passing by the floating stadium where NSFs were guarding the place - my heartfelt sentiments go to these people for I truly understand what it means to be wearing clothes you wouldn't want to be caught dead in but because of national security you people decide to perform this noble task of which I once did (note the past tense here!) and now yours to do so!) and rested at the esplanade where we started to take beautiful pictures of us against the picturesque backdrop.
Next, we proceeded to lau pa sat (there was some deliberation on where to eat at lau pa sat but democracy and logic got the upper hand) where we filled up our famished souls.
The journey back (via mountbatten) to east coast park was just as captivating as before. The fun we had playing on the roads (literally we played on the roads, occupying all the lanes for that matter), shouting words that contained euphoria was indeed a once in a life time experience.
Once more at bedok jetty, we rested and waited for the sun to rise. Beautiful morning accompanied by an orchestrated morning breeze. Some pictures taken and finally we cycled back to the bicycle shop where we would return the bicycles after a spot of breakfast at MacDonald.
There was an incident at MacDonald pertaining to clearing up after we leave and how much leaves to be said on us educated youth and its direct casual impact on this old lady which callously I labelled her something that would only add on to how undesirable she already is. But never mind about her! It's not worth devoting much space for such a person.
The journey home was painfully torturous. I couldn't sleep for fear of missing my stop. I really wondered how Joel managed to drive home after the night cycling. It must have been an eye-opening experience!
A big thank you to the organisers for this night cycling as well as the people who planned the route and took care of the safety of the cyclists. An even BIGGER thank you to everyone who went for the cycling for constantly looking out for this road hazard (though I will not divulge the real reasons).
Here's presenting the night cycling participants:
(Eugene's face is being blocked by Aini)
