My Fascination II

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My Fascination

hey E

hey man! so how's the weekly schedule coming along? does it suit your personal financing needs?

Ode to BX

ok this post is not a morbid one. The object of focus is this bike in the pic. BX, it embodies what u had wanted in a bike; made of steel, have panniers, racks and aero bars to hang your plastic bag! cool boh?!?

My Friend/Baggage

I crashd XR's room last night. I'm used to be a nuisance around him and I'm glad he is easy-going and don't mind my intrusion. As we sat on the corridor eating and talking, I realised that I can talk about anything and everything with him. So there I was, using my mouth to eat, and at the same time releasing my verbal diarrhoea. He must really like the mess I made because this time, he actually invited me to sleep over.

I had chained Blackie to a railing outside the hall, so now I had to go retrieve it and leave it somewhere near XR's room. The corridor along his hall is really narrow, and it was made even narrower by the clothes rack, shoes and miscellaneous stuff.

This morning I had to navigate Blackie back the same way through the narrow corridor, this time with my bag and helmet and the works. It was really difficult to handle so many things.

It would be easier if I had a broad way.

Enter in through the narrow gate, for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and many are those who enter through it.
Because narrow is the gate and constricted is the way that leads to life, and few are those who find it.
Matthew 7:13-14

It struck me that to walk on the constricted way, one cannot bring along excess baggages. My bicycle is difficult to walk cos the steerer is loose. My bag dangles all over the place. It'd be so much easier to walk along that narrow corridor without all these.

Can I let them go then?

I do appreciate having a form of transport that keeps me healthy and is relatively cheap. However, if I see Blackie as anything more than a form of transport, then I have some serious think coming. The aesthetics, the weight, the bling blings and even the brand names. Those will cause me to value Blackie for more than what it is really worth.

So I'm saying this: If one day I need to go through the narrow gate, and the constricted way; then friends, baggages, they have to go.

XK (7) Pump your tires

keeping them pumped enables you to go further, better, faster, stronger.

have you pumped yours today?

My Climb

The peloton will be making their way towards the final climb for Le Tour de France 2009.

Mont Ventoux has a little bit of history that dates back to TDF 2000.



Exams coming up in a week.
Maybe it's time I start climbing really hard instead of waiting for things to be gifted.

XK (6) Tired Tyre....

so i blew out old hag's rear tire. blew out as in totally gone. wasted. wiped out. shredded. annhilated. obliterated. whacked out. goner. finito. hasta la vista baby.

i was cycling and there was like this piercing shreak right behind me, almost as if a glass bottle had just landed two inches from where i was. i looked down and started wobbling like crazy. i got off, looked at the tire, and saw the webbing of the tire. as in the white stitching that was used to make the tire in the first place.

i went to get it replaced, and realised i had to change the entire wheel. there was an original problem with it in the first place - it was wobbling. i didn't really pay much attention, cos i could still cycle. turns out, i had 6 broken spokes, which caused the tyre to wobble, which (could have then) caused the constant grating of the tyre against the belt, which (could have then) resulted in the a/m incident.

so many lessons.

we are that tyre. going on day after day, trudging through life and routine. then we spot a problem. it seems small. we disregard it. it grows. and it explodes in our face, leaving us to pick up the pieces, when all this could've been avoided had we addressed the spokes first.

a simple lesson really. one that we've heard many times no doubt. yet we fail to heed. the thing is today, it's just a burst tyre. but what if that burst tyre had led to a burst head? sometimes, we do not value the worth of considering consequences.

then there's the issue of striving. putting in your best efforts. never slacking. 'WE ARE CALLED TO EXCEL'. but we are called to excel over the entire course of our lives. sure, you probably could've done better for this or for that. but had you, would you have been able to continue doing so? would you have been able to excel in the other areas that you did?

don't beat yourself up. value the power of rest. for the act of closing your eyes is not to say 'i give up', nor 'i shall live to fight another day', but really 'this is the secret to excelling.' by addressing each spoke as it breaks, that tyre would not have tired, that accident-waiting-to-happen would not have been a possibility, that life would not have been potentially destroyed.

watch your spokes. the time 'wasted' is worthwhile.

take a break. the time 'wasted' is wraught with beautiful tomorrows.