It was an usual evening yesterday, I was readying myself to go home (and in the same time thinking to drop by a pasar malam to buy some fish and chicken) when suddenly two of my colleague asked me to join them to do something tad stupid.... hmmmmm , lets climb the Genting Highland for a puff of ciggy and go back .....
I am very tempted to join with my beloved bike, (Julia) but I am not not very convince her health is suitable for such a harsh ride.... So decided to become a passenger...I jump onto Eimran's BMW R1200 GS and hell yeah...what a ride.... and we climb the Genting peak.... Another rider would be Nukman on his Naza Blade 650.... like rockets both bike easily climb the slope towards the top of Genting highest point but not until the weather challenged us..
Half way up, it start drizzling, and Eimran decide to slow down a lil bit....but we continue the journey till we arrived..it was cold, wet and at some point bit scarry ....but we made it......We park right in front of Coffee Bean and wait for the rain stop, then we decided to have dinner at Marry Brown..I snapped some picture then my phone went dead.....then all 3 of us running out of juice in all our handphone....crap....
On the way down, the journey become hilarious....Nukman decided we should stop for a while before we go down for one last stick of ciggy....For some unknown odd reason he chooses to stop at a slope, I swear I did warn him the danger but he said it is ok....Not long after, as predicted his bike start to slide and we tried to save it but.....hahahha....it fell on him....we did struggle to bring it up as it is quite a heavy bike but we did....
Then we continue our journey.... the ride was a bit slow due to slippery and wet road but once we reached karak highway, both bike run like there is no tomorrow...
It was a nice escapade , I do enjoy the ride, (but I was a bit upset that I dont have a proper bike to ride ) and more importantly, I enjoyed the companion.... It is something to be well remembered for a life time....
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| A blurry picture of Eimran |
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| Nukman with his wet wet pants |
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