Saturday, May 26, 2007

Songkran-Kuantan: A Ride Filled with Misadventures

When Things Fall Apart: 14th April 2007

"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world"

W.B.Yeats, from The Second Coming


Do you believe in Luck?

Do you believe in Premonition? And warning signs, omens and prophecies?

And do you believe there are such things as Guardian Angels? Or God?

On this ride, we really ran into a string of bad luck. Really Da Mei Yun.


The Way It Was Supposed To Be









Songkran is Thailand's celebration of the water festival. Our plan was to to set off on 11 April Wed, reached the Thailand town of Hat Yai and return on 15 April Sunday. The ride is led by my ridding buddy Spectrum.

The itinerary is like this:












Part 1 Songkran ride:

The red line. Set off from Singapore on 11 Apr Wed and reached Hat Yai the same day. Then stay in Hat Yai for a couple of days and celebrate Songkran.

Part 2 Kuantan ride:

Blue line. On 14th Apr Saturday morning, from Hat Yai, ride south back to Malaysia, going from West to East of Malaysia using the famed Gerik Highway to reach Kuantan Saturday late afternoon and stay overnight. On morning of 15th Apr Sunday, ride back to Singapore.

I rode the Gerik Highway too, with Spectrum, but it was a very difficult, trying yet memorial trip (see my blog entry on 2006 June). Little will I know that lightning does strike the same spot twice.

Omens

Omen #1 One month before the trip, my steel-cased tyre Bridgestone BT-020 sustained a mysterious puncture in the middle of an absolutely clear and empty expressway (AYE).

Omen #2 One week before the trip, my leave to go for the trip suddenly got cancelled.

No leave how to go Songkran?

But Endless is stubborn one. I can’t ride Hat Yai, but I can ride to Kuantan taking part in the second leg of the ride. I would join 6 other bikes to ride to Kuantan. There, we would meet the 11 bikes from Hat Yai.Both groups will depart together on Sunday morning and head back to Singapore as one group.

Omen #3 This year’s Songkran falls on Friday. The 13th.


To Mersing

The route my group takes to reach Kuantan is set off from 2nd link towards Mersing using Route 3.

Here are a couple of new additions to my biking gear:









Commemorating THE movie of the year: Spiderman 3

The spider, in the same shape as that on Spiderman’s costume, is made of highly reflective 3M sticker. I should have a new helmet by the time Spiderman 4 is out.









My new riding boots: Goretex Diadora riding boots from, where else? Ah Boy. $180.

Makes me look like a World War 2 German officer with high boots.

I used to wonder how come riding boots are made with such thin soles. Doesn’t this make the soles wear out pretty fast? Wearing the Diadora riding boots made me realized that thin soles are needed for you to be able to “feel” your bike. Without being able to feel the foot pegs, you would not be able to tell whether the bike is gripping or sliding on the tarmac.









Interesting seat accessory on a Hornet 900.

Rider put the pillow there to prevent his pillion girlfriend from sliding forward. We wonder if afterwards, the rider would hold and smell the pillow in his sleep.









NorthSouth highway, en-route to Route 3.









Riding along Route 3.









We passed some nice scenic spots along Route 3.













Together we ride.











Route 3 has good quality road combined with many nice twists and turns.
Makes for lots of fun riding and cornering!










There are a few stone “boulders” along Route 3.

These are actually machine gun bunkers built during World War 2 to protect the roads against invasion. Two such bunkers, in the foreground, point North and another two, in the far distance, point South.

One can imagine it would really be a tough job by any invaders to go against these concrete bunkers armed with machine guns.











Chaaaarge!!! As we attempt to scale one of the bunkers for a photo shoot.











Xiao Char Bor (Crazy Girl). Roof demonstrates there is an easier way to get to the top of the bunker. Use Qing Gong (Chinese gong fu).










Artistic shot taken by Roof. Note the sunlight reflection.

This is also the first time I pillion anyone on a bike trip. I am the Transporter. My cargo is Roof. My job is to pillion Roof to Kuantan where she will meet her good friend Denden, who is heading down from Hat Yai. The cargo will be transferred from me to Denden to ride back to Singapore.

I must say that the Fazer is actually a pretty good bike to carry a pillion. When carrying Roof, the bike feels stable and does not feel wobbly or unstable. After I learnt to compensate for the pillion’s weight, for the rest of the trip, I could lean into the curves along Route 3 and I almost forgot that I was carrying a pillion.









This handphone pouch's kitty sure has bigger balls than its owner.



Bad News #1

We are almost reaching Kuantan, just 55km more or another 30 minutes of riding, and we can rest at our hotel, the Duta Sands Resort.

Vandice rides a Suzuki SV650. As it is a sports bike, its seat is a bit hard. Having ridden for several hours, his buttock starts to ache so he stood on the foot pegs to take weight off and improve blood circulation. Feeling better, he sat back down onto his seat. Just as his weight hit the seat, the engine suddenly cuts off and goes lifeless. The SV650 rolls to a stop.










The SV650 rolls to a mysterious stop. Perhaps it cannot tahan the rider's weight.

Motrax, Maverick, myself and Roof attend to the immobilized Vandice. The rest of the other 3 bikes are ahead and didn’t know we have stopped.










The malay ah gong of this house was very kind to allow us to push the bike into his house and take shade while we try to fix it.











Vandice bike even has a handy break-down sign on its tail.
How not to believe in premonition?


Vandice even told us his mother warned him not to come for this trip. His mother reminded me of the Oracle in the show Matrix.











Motrax even swap his battery from his functioning bike to onto the lifeless SV650 to test if it is a flat battery. After plugging in, the SV650 still has got no sound, no picture, no life.

After spending another 1 hour trouble shooting, we gave up and decided we are unable to get the SV650 moving. We called Spectrum who is leading the Hat Yai group to tell him of our situation and ask for referral on whom to call to tow the SV back to Singapore.

Bad News #2

When we contacted Spectrum, we were quite s

hock by the news we hear. One of the bikes in the group, while riding along the windy and mountainous Gerik route, crashed.









The Gerik Highway is filled with many twists and turns, up and down the long mountainous route connecting Ipoh to Terranganu.

The rider and pillion, ran wide along one of the bends and crashed into the metal railing along the road. If the crash was any harder, the bike would have fell hundred of meters into the steep ravine just at the edge of the road.

It is really a surprise as the rider is a very experienced rider who has ridden to many of our trips into Malaysia. Good thing that both the rider and pillion were wearing armoured riding gear. Miraculously, they escaped away with only some aches.

To be safe, they were escorted by Spectrum and Denden to the nearby Gerik Hospital for a medical check. Yes, there is a hospital in Gerik town. There is also a bike mechanic shop there. It seems that Gerik town is well equipped to deal with crashes.

Now that there are two bikes to tow back to Singapore, we arranged to kill two birds with one stone. The tow truck will pick up the Gerik bike, then the SV650 along Route 3 near Kuantan.

The tow truck has to cover hundreds of km to pick up these two bikes to Singapore. It may not reach the SV until night time or tomorrow.

The ah gong, who has never met us until now, is so kind to allow us to park the SV650 in the pouch of his house until the tow truck comes to pick up the bike.










Future Embassador for Singapore at work.

We have to thank Roof who knows a bit of malay to converse with the ah gong who then give us permission to shelter the SV650.

Maverick pillions the bikeless Vandice, together with Motrax, Roof and myself, we head to join the rest of the other bikes up ahead and to head for Kuantan.

We met up with the rest of the bikes and together, we rode into Kuantan town. Kuantan is quite a big town and we have a bit of difficulty navigating along its town road.









The map of Kuantan town and the route to Duta Sand Resort, the place we were to stay overnight.

In the midst of heavy town traffic, after a while, our convoy of 7 bikes broke up and got separated. Motrax and Mavrick with Vandice are missing.


Bad News #3

Maverick with Vandice as pillion, and Motrax, are the last 2 bikes in the convoy riding through Kuantan town. Vandice’s phone ranged. It is the telephone number of the tow truck company. They must be calling to ask for location to locate Vandice’s SV650. Vandice asked Maverick to stop so that he can take off his helmet to answer the call. Motrax, as the sweeper, stops with Maverick and Vandice along the road side.

Vandice removed his helmet and started to speak to the tow truck company. He is happy that the tow truck company should be able to reach the SV650 by night fall. In his enthusiasm while taking on his handphone, he did not look down and notice that there is a very low-ankle-height steel pipe sticking out from the road side. Oh no! He tripped over the steel pipe and fell downwards towards the floor.

To his horror, he fell right onto his own helmet that he has earlier placed on the floor. His chest crashed on top of his hard helmet with all his body weight and momentum.

Vandice rolled on the floor in pain, grasping on his chest. Motrax and Maverick ran to help him. The locals in the kopi tiam stood up and started running to help. Even some malaysian cars came to a stop and their drivers ran to assist.

After some time, Vandice’s pain subsided slightly and was able to ride pillion. The three of them managed to find the rest of the convoy waiting by the road side up ahead. Together, the convoy tries to find the Duta Sand Resort. According to Spectrum’s Indiana-Jones-like instructions, to look for the “Twin Peaks” to find the Duta Sands Resort.


Duta Sand Resort

We went past the “Twin Peaks” and a short distance later, we found the low Duta Sands Resort.










After all the mishaps, what a relief when we are finally able to dismount, check in and rest for the night at the Duta Sands Resort.

Our group was supposed to reach the resort at 4 pm. By the time we are actually there, it was already past 6 pm.

Our group is now safely checked into the resort. What about the other Hat Yai group? What is happening to them? Where are they now? When can they get to the resort to meet us?

We couldn’t reach any one of the riders. The Gerik route runs through a mountainous and uninhabited region in the middle of northern Malaysia. It is so rural, so deep in, that there is no handphone network coverage.

After some long anxious waiting, the group finally rode into coverage and was able to communicate with us. They are reaching Terengganu, a major town high up north and resting on the east coast. Then they will turn south and ride 200 km towards Duta Sands Resort. They estimate to reach by 11 pm.

Spectrum and Denden, are even further back from the rest of the Hat Yai group as they had spent some time at the Gerik Hospital. It is 7 pm at they are still at Jeli town.

When I heard that, involuntarily, shivers ran down me. Because I was caught in almost the same situation. I was also with Spectrum, Denden and a few other bikes and we were still at Jeli when the sun started to set. And Jeli is only in the middle of the Gerik route and we did not reach Terengganu until 12 am. I remembered what a nightmare it was and how dangerous it was to ride in the ultra-dark Gerik route at night. It is so dark that one can’t see one’s hand when it is only centimeters in front of you. The road has no street light and one has to ride at full alert through out as all it takes is a momentarily lapse in concentration to ride off the road in this abyss darkness.

In my mind, I think that it would be overly optimistic for Spectrum and Denden to reach Kuantan at 3 am.

Bad News #4

With nothing else to do but wait, my group went to a seafood restaurant about 200 metres north of Duta Sands for dinner. The food is decently priced.

After dinner and back at the resort, it is already midnight and there is still no sign of the Hat Yai riders. Tired, we went to bed, thinking we will see them in the morning for breakfast.

The 9 riders of the Hat Yai group are tired from riding the whole day since 7 am and having to concentrate hard on traversing the windy and tricky Gerik route. Plus having to deal with the earlier accident, all their energy are sapped.

Heading south along Route 3 after Dungun, they are now only a couple of hour’s ride from a good night’s rest at Duta Sands Resort. The group rode past a traffic light. The entire group has passed the traffic light before it turned red, except for the last bike.

Just as the bike was clearing the traffic light, a car from the perpendicular traffic flow starts to move off. Wham! The bike perpendicular-ed into the side of the car, sending the rider rolling onto the floor.

Breakfast

My group rose from our good night sleep, unaware of the misfortune and suffering of the other group. I met the Hat Yai riders at the breakfast area and asked how was their ride to the resort.

They reached the resort only at 2.30 am. In fact, Spectrum and Denden reached the resort earlier than the main group.

The main group attended to the rider and bike who collided with the car. The collision bent the front fork of the 1,000cc bike. Again, thankfully, the rider wearing armoured gear and a good helmet, suffered some slight abrasion and some sprains.

The tow truck now has 3 bikes to collect. I hope they bring a big enough truck.

Before leaving the resort, we lazed a little around the resort, the pool and the beach.










Instead of staying in the hotel room, you can rent and stay in the caravans.
88 Ringgit per night. I thought I saw one of the keep shaking for whatever reasons.

















Watch Your Front...Another artistic shot by Roof.



















Watch Out! Whale Diving.



















Mass exodus to the sea. And I thought only turtles do that.

















No wonder we couldn't find the "Twin Peaks" that Spectrum described.
They are not Twin Peaks. Looked more like Twin (Buttock) Cheeks.


















Cute photo on the beach.

















Star-fish. It has many tiny legs on its undersurface.















Lao Kin Na (Overgrown kid) Spectrum with his rubber-duckie watergun. Bought it in Hat Yai, Thailand for Songkran.


Review of Honda VFR

On the way back to Singapore, we will visit the Bera Lake. From Kuantan, we will take the new East-West highway that connects Kuantan to KL. We then exit and ride south along Route 12. Between Muadzam Shah and Perantau Damai lies the route to Bera Lake.

I also took the opportunity to swap bike with Maverick. He rides my Yamaha Fazer1000 and I ride his Honda VFR (V-tec).
















Let's play the game: Spot the difference between these two pictures.

Answer: Motrax makes himself scarce.


The VFR is often known as the best sports tourer in the world. It is known as a sports bike that you can also ride for touring. Is this what I think too after riding it?

My Fazer is also known as a very good sports tourer. Compared to the Fazer, the VFR is more sporty and the Fazer more a tourer.

I would describe the VFR as really more of a comfortable sports bike. The VFR riding position is like a sports bike, but with a comfortable seat and a bigger windscreen. The VFR is really more comfortable on the racing track than the Fazer. But one is more comfortable on long-distance hours-long ride on the upright-Fazer.

The VFR’s 800cc Vtec engine and gearing are also more like a sports bike. One should not compared its engine to a 1,000cc street engine like the Fazer’s. The VFR is really a more powerful 600cc sport bike engine. The VFR engine likes to rev and one has to play with its light sweet gear and clutch. On the truck road, one can’t really ride on the tallest gear of a 600cc sports bike. On the VFR, you can ride on the tallest gear but you need to down 2 gears to make a quick overtake over a car. On the mid-range tuned Fazer, you ride on the tallest gear and you don’t need to down any gear to make the same overtake.

My overall impression of the VFR is that it is a very very high quality bike with a very very rock solid build. Some magazines criticized the Vtec engine’s step-up torque when the higher cam comes in as intrusive. I really don’t notice or find it a problem at all.

If you crave for a sports bike, just go for a VFR, after all Honda designed it to be a sports bike and it is only later that the masses use it as a sports tourer. The bike is far more capable than you can ever use and yet you can do daily rides without the torture of the hardcore sports bike and you can really ride to Thailand on the VFR.

But if you don’t really plan on going on track days and you don’t want to ride hunched over, than the Yamaha Fazer or Honda Hornet may make more sense. The Fazer and Hornet allow you to go just as fast as a VFR on public roads but are more comfortable.

Lake Bera (or Tasik Bera)

Spectrum brought us to Lake Bera. It is the largest natural lake in Malaysia.
To get there, ride along Route 12. Turn left after Muadzam Shah and ride another 20-30 km inwards.









What Lies Beneath.
Lake Bera is a very quiet and calm if you want a place to relax and away from the crowd.










Still, calm and quiet.

The Lake has a resort. It has only 6 rooms.










Does the tree stumb on the left looked like a dog?

What can you do over there? You can take a boat ride and fish in the Lake.

The Lake resort has an operator. He operates the canteen, the rooms, the car park as well as the boat rides. He is do-it-all and all-in-one. Maybe because there is no one else.









We took a boat ride around Lake Bera.

The Lake looks so big. I wonder if there are any Lockness Monster living in it.

I asked if there are any crocodiles in the Lake. The boatman said no, there isn’t but he does not advise swimming in the Lake. The Lake looks calm on the surface but the undercurrents can pull a swimmer down. Ok, so no swimming.










Another artistically beautiful shot by Roof.









The locals call this plant, Monkey's Bowl.

It is sort of a plant eater. Its hollow cylinder allow ants and other insects to fall inside it, which the plant will slowly digest.










More National Geographic shots.
But don't ask me what type of bird this is. I know it's a bird, that's all.








This one is not a bird nor a bird's nest.
It is actually an ant's nest. Must be a penthouse.


Bad News #5

It’s getting late. We left Lake Bera.

I was the sweeper and the last bike. I approached a junction and saw the marker was SaintDuDu and Bandit. Markers are left at each junction to indicate to the convoy where to turn. The markers can only leave the position when they see the sweeper, which is the last bike.

After SaintDuDu saw me, he went to his bike to leave the junction. I waited for him to move off. But strangely, after several minutes, he was still fiddling with his bike and not moving off. I dismounted and went to check what’s up.

SaintDuDu found that his bike’s radiator is leaking. A leaking radiator would not be able to cool the powerful and hot engine of his 1,100cc BlackBird and the engine would soon overhead. How now? We are in the middle of nowhere.

Well, without anyway to plug the leak, our solution was to leak-and-fill. That is, top up the radiator with as much water as possible and ride. Once the radiator is almost empty, we find water to top up again. Fortunately, just across the road is a road-side coffee stall. I bought a couple of litre mineral water and empty them into SaintDuDu’s radiator.

And so off we go. As we ride, our makeshift solution seemed to work as the engine is not overheating. The trick is to reach the next water point before the radiator runs out of water. As we rode, we couldn’t see the rest of the convoy. They must be tens of km ahead of us by now. So there is only the 3 of us left.



Bad News #6

Just as we thought, let’s turn up our pace, so that we can quickly catch up with the convoy and to reach a petrol kiosk to top up the radiator, we noticed that our fuel is running low. The BlackBird and Fazer roughly have the same tank range.

I estimated that I have only 60 km of fuel left. As we rode along the deserted roads surrounded by nothing but only palm plantations we saw a sign board that says, “Segamat 120km”. O-Oh. We are not going to be able to make it to Segamat town to refuel. Our only hope is that there is a petrol kiosk along the way.

The 3 of us rode on and on. Still no sign of civilization around us, let alone any petrol kiosk. The fuel needle has pointed to Empty and the reserve light of our fuel tank has lighted up long time ago. It is very discomforting to ride with the reserve light on in the middle of nowhere in Malaysia.

To conserve our fuel, we no longer can ride fast. We dropped our speed to 100-110kmh. There, it should give us optimum fuel consumption for our bikes. We also try to keep our speed constant and minimize fast overtaking and hard braking.

With each passing km, our fuel gets lesser and lesser. The sky is also getting darker and darker. And we are all alone. Our hope also gets lower and lower. I seriously have to start entertaining the thought of spending the night by the roadside in the middle of nowhere in Malaysia, with nothing but the bikes and ourselves.

The ride was really depressing. You are caught in a very difficult situation. To reach a petrol kiosk, you have to ride on. But as you ride on, you are emptying your fuel tank and you are closer towards being stranded. It felt like riding to meet the end. I felt like Bruce Willis on the space craft in Armageddon; like a trapped submariner at the bottom of the ocean floor breathing the limited amount of remaining air; like how it must be like on earth as the sun exhausts its last bit of energy.

As the ride droned on, and our views alternating between the vast oil planatations around us and the lighted reserve light, suddenly , up ahead, we spotted a bright blue building by the roadside.

Esso Mobile petrol kiosk!

Never in my life had I been ever happier before to see a petrol kiosk. I felt like a man in the desert who suddenly found an oasis.

The three of us turned into the Esso kiosk and we saw the rest of our convoy there too.











My record of least remaining fuel. Never before had I needed to top up so much fuel.
There were less than 2 litre of fuel left in my 21 litre tank.

Segamat was still a good 50 km away. My bike does 18km/litre. If we had not found this petrol kiosk, we would really be stranded. Guardian angels above?

After topping up my fuel tank, our convoy resumed our ride. It felt so good, so reassuring to be able to ride with a full fuel tank, without having to worry about being stranded.

All of a sudden, I also started to appreciate my bike more and more. I started to scold myself, “Endless! How could you ever thought of changing to a Honada STX1300?! Your Fazer is such a good bike. It was with you through thick and thin. And it got you out of all these tricky situations. How could you?! You heartless brute! Shame on you!!!” My desire for STX1300 went away. For the time being.

Bad News #7

We are now way behind our schedule. The sun is setting. There would only be minutes of light left. We were now at Segamat town. But still over 100km away from Singapore. And we got to ride quite a good distance along Malaysia trunk road to get to the NorthSouth Highway. The trunk roads are unlighted at night. So it means riding in the dark which is not something I looked forward to.










Riding in the dark along the unlighted trunk roads.

It ups the risk significantly. It is much darker to ride in Malaysia at night than in Singapore. You wouldn’t be able to see if there is a log coming your way. You would ride into a Malaysia lorries with malfunctioned taillights (we called them Hantu lorries).

Fortunately, we managed to reach Singapore without further bad news. There are enough bad and unlucky incidents that happened on this trip.


Epilogue

The riders who fell off are all back in Singapore and they are on their way back to recovery. Thank God for their safety.

Several days later, I learnt from another group that rode up to Songkan and returned on the same day as us back to Singapore, that their group also met with several unfortunate incidents.

- One bike on their way up to Thailand, along NorthSouth highway, discovered its still new high-end sport tyre so worned out that its inner steel casing was showing through the rubber.

- Their group returned from Hat Yai and spent the night on Cameron Highlands. The next day, on their way descending the curves around the Cameron Highlands, one bike ran wide and went into the drain. Fortunately, the ride was not seriously injured. Amazingly, the bike, after being men-lifted out of the big drain, was still ride-able back to Singapore.

- The group, nearing Singapore and ridding along the NorthSouth highway, encountered rain. One of the bikes braked too hard on the wet surface and skidded along the NorthSouth at 150kmh. Fortunately, the rider was armoured and despite skidding a good distance along the highway, did not hit anything nor was hit by anything. He had to ran several hundred metres to find his bike in the dark. The damaged bike was still ride-able back to Singapore.

So, after hearing my this Tai-Chi-Liao-Liao (so many troubles) trip, do you believe in Luck? Do you believe in Fate? Do you believe in Premonition?

Beautiful shot taken during the Songkran ride.



Some of the photos were taken from www.moto-v..sg, spectrum and from neo.




12 comments:

Anonymous said...

WOw! Endless! u are right! Really thank God all of you survived this trip despite the many mishaps!!

But I must say its really worth the ride cos of the many beautiful scenary.

Yr new helmet really chio with the spidey sticker!

Btw, those twin peaks or butt cheek u call them definitely belong to a san por MAN who is probably a 0 gay cos the hole so big!

Lastly those shots by Roof are really nice!

juz_A_ga| said...

waaaah. so many bad things happened...... must be careful and go and pray more.

um... i think the link to the forum site should be www.moto-v.sg? heehee!

by the way, i like that spidey sticker!!! where did you get the reflective sticker???

Anonymous said...

Did you find out what was the cause of Vandice's Suzuki SV650 dying out ?

LoudExhaust said...

Thanks Ms Huppy and Juz A Gal for liking my spiderman helmet! I think both of you have similar taste!

I made the spiderman sticker myself. U can buy the 3M tape from the sticker-sign shop along Ubi Avenue 3. Shops in the middle of the stretch. About $30/yard. It's for you to cut out any design and shape that you fancy.

Thanks for pointing out :) I have corrected to www.moto-v.sg.

Hmm. I have not followed up on Vandice's cause. When I meet him again, I'll find out.

Oh yes, the ride is certainly worth it. And all the mishaps and trials helped to make the ride all the more memorable!

juz_A_ga| said...

eeks. ubi is sooooo super far.... u got any sticker left that u're not going to use, pls donate. WAHAHAHAHA!

Anonymous said...

I think the Suzuki rectifier went kaput

Anonymous said...

HI LoudExhaust

What a harrowing experience you had. I am a solo rider riding a Super 4 Vtec 1 and have been touring Thailand and Malaysia for some time. Plus I have limited knowledge of bike maintainance. And yes, I trust my bike with my life and that I too believe some greater powers must be smiling on you on that day as they have on me....so far :)

LoudExhaust said...

Hi Juz_a_gal,

Sure, I can send over the remaining reflective sticker that I have.
Please contact me at:
loudexhaust@gmail.com to arrange.

Endless

Anonymous said...

some wrong facts published at bad luck number 4.
victim was rider number 3...did not notice the traffic light ( was a curve and later realized the traffic lights were blocked by tall plants)and was paying attention to rider no 1. saw a car rolled to a stop before turning. so he turn on throttle, unfortunately the car also moved off and 'oh sh!t!!!!' bbaaammmm.
victim no.3 = me :)
while i do not believe in blogs, your is always nice to read. maybe due to the fact that it's bike/trips related. otherwise i wouldn't care ........
sorry to have made you guys worry so much at kuantan.
cheers

Saint's Way said...

i always believes that "shit do happens" so its always good to take some precautions.. Thankfully all riders and pillion are properly geared up thus injuries are minimized.

This trip was one hell of a ride.. but.. phew.. we cleared it..

Ps... endlessloop, i still have 1 bar left on my meter when we reach the petrol station.. :P (1 bar b4 reserve) keke

Every trip, we will learn more things and gain more experience.

Cheers.. :)

kmax said...

thanks for ur info bro..
really good rider and story teller.
look forward to ride with u..

LoudExhaust said...

The mystery is finally solved.

What was the problem that happened to Vandice's SV650?

...

It is...

One of the fuse was damaged.


One of the ways to check if the fuses are ok are to hold the fuse against the light to see if the circuit breaker is intact.

Some bikes actually carry spare fuses in their fuse compartment like...the SV650!