Call time was 6am. Number of riders, 4. What we thought would be a normal ride around the tiny island on our road bikes (with gears and brakes) did not, we repeat, did not turn out to be normal at all. Not one single bit. Coming from non-professional cycling background, we somehow did foresee a little bump here and there, but we must say it was no walk in the park.
East Coast Park.
Our first checkpoint.
Having just recovered from a bike accident, this tough nut was cursing like how an uptight Singaporean mother is upset with her kid's PSLE performance.
N E V E R N O T G R A M M I N G.
Back to the grill.
Second checkpoint.
Don't be fooled by those puffy marshmallows.
Third checkpoint.
What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.
Eventually pain won and Yasin had to make a stop. You did well, buddy.
120 kilometres in 4 hours and 17 minutes of riding time.
Vira.
Idris.
Bey.
Tan lines tells helluva story.
"Like a hardcore band, they stay true. But we're not hardcore."
Happy fifth anniversary to us.
Happy fifth anniversary to us.