Chronicles of My Motorbike: Kitty Loves My Bike

No worries. There would be no road accident stories for this post. In fact, current post revolves around a feline friend that has been exploiting my bike as a personal cozy bed.

Just about anywhere we live, one is bound to find stray animals strolling around while putting on the saddest face to beg for food. So, around my neighborhood, there lives this cute cuddly cat which could lose a few pounds. A few weeks after I moved in to my new place, I noticed it running around with that bug-eyed face, asking for some catnip or something. Given that I have no cat food to bargain with it, I ignored it.

One morning as I was walking towards my motorbike, getting ready to go to work, there it was, that cute cuddly cat resting in the basket of my motorbike. It laid in there like a feline royalty. When it heard me coming nearer to my bike, it was startled at first, not knowing whether to move or continue its majestic nap. On the off chance that the cat had fleas, I couldn't care less how cute it was. I shooed it away.

Next few mornings later, I came across the same putty cat and like our first encounter on the bike, it was resting like a royalty. I admitted that I kinda fell for it with it cute cuddly face and that fluffy stomach. The same couldn't be say when it saw me as it quickly jolted away, giving me the irritated look on its face as I sat on her majestic throne.

I supposed the cat learned that the throne was mine to reign because it never came back to dominate it after that morning. Cats maybe regal but they know their own territory to rule. Nonetheless, I'm still frightened by the possibility of fleas overthrowing me for my bike.

Chronicles of My Motorbike: First Accident

The amount of motorbike accidents happened daily on the road is so great that people wouldn't even acknowledge it on the newspaper. As a motorcyclist, I agree that motorbikes are at a disadvantage as compared to that of a automobile in terms of safety and protection. A motorcyclist is vulnerable in every direction and one knock from any sides could render the rider incapacitated or even dead. Scary as it is, a skillful rider (like myself) could avoid such a catastrophe with tactical precision and maneuver while on the road. Alas, even I would fall to such catastrophe as there's a first for everything.

On my way back to my new abode, the street of Subang en route to USJ was dark and full of terror in the guise of potholes and inconsiderate drivers. As usual, I humbly zigzagged across the heavy traffic (I do not know why the road home if always congested). Amid the chaos, a car was eagerly swerving to catch the green light a few kilometers in front. Not to be a human pancake, I made way and maneuver to my left. Unbeknownst to me, I hit a pothole at the side of the road and given my lack of balance at that critical moment, I fell and slid across the road in front. Now, good thing it was at the side of the road or I would truly become a human pancake.

By then, I was on the street, grinding in pain. At the very least, the driver came down and checked if I was fine. Coming back to my senses, my body told me that there were nothing but minor bruises and scratches. Unfortunately, my bike experienced some scratches as well but it was still functional. A few construction workers came to my rescue and helped me adjusted my bike before I rode home. It was glad that to know that people still care these days.

Now that I'm thinking back, my bike was not at fault in this incident. I blamed the plotholes. Still, it was something interesting that happened while I was on my bike. Oh well. My scab just came off yesterday morning for those of you who care. Till next time, ciaoz

Chronicles of My Motorbike: Engine Failing

Given the numerous moments of my bike attempting to turn me into a roadkill by failing on me in the middle of the road, it's time that I dedicate a post title specially for the things that happened between me and my bike. Somewhere in my past posts, I have complained about my bike almost ruining my life. Well, here's a continuation from that.

Just a good one week ago, I noticed that the throttle on my bike was stuck while I was on the bike. So I could just let my hand go and the bike would go on. After hitting a bump (I wasn't speeding mind you), the throttle went to the max and I had to maintain my bike at Gear 4 throughout the whole journey to keep its speed at its minimal.

I was completely astounded. I thought the throttle was jammed. Even when I reached home and I switched the gear to Neutral, the bike was still at full throttle. Imagined one of the gangster bikes pulling the throttle to the max without moving while trying to show off their bike engine to others. Yup, the throttle just stayed in that position until I had to pull out the key. There were a few pedestrians around and they thought I was making a full out of myself.

The very next day, I took it to a mechanic and guess what, there wasn't anything wrong with the throttle. Apparently, the engine was on the verge of falling off from the bottom of the bike. Since the engine is connected to the throttle, the weight of the engine was pulling the wires of the throttle, maximizing its speed. Luckily, I didn't have to pay much for the repair but damn, I could have been stranded on the highway if I didn't take it to the repair shop.

There's another interesting story that happened in the last few days but I will save that for another post. Hopefully, I don't have to keep this segment alive.