Captain's Log

Here we go...
This may turn out to be really smart or really dumb. Its definetly a toss up between them both.
Its about time someone came up with a space to write all that concerns or doesnt concern this little group called PEDALPHILES.
I came across this bunch of clowns via a drunk named Guiness.( Well, he looked drunk when i first met him. ) Long story short, i took up the his invitation to join this little group for a ride in  Kiara. The so called Mecca of all mountain biking in KL. It still is.Me, i jump in like a lamb being led to a slaughterhouse. That's another way of saying i was young and stupid actually. Being younger then, makes you feel invicible to all challenges. Cycling included...
First Pedalphilic we met was this dude named Krankster. Go figure how he got that name.Today i can tell you that your nick in this little group will be given. Not by choice.
There was like 5 of us idiots that turned up that day. Off we went, yaa daa yaa daa yaa daa... wonderful ride ! Never had so much fun walking up muddy hills before. I must have lost 2 pints of blood to the mozzies there that day. Guiness..well he was much sober after contributing his share of blood that day.
We had lotsa fun. And we never left the group since. Regardless of how hard the other Pedalphilic- Yellow Manta's best effort to dump us in the trail all these years. Still sticking to them like a grumpy old horsefly.

So...after 11 years of mud slinging and blood letting. Here we are with me ranting about the group. I will attempt to introduce the clowns in as much details as possible. No real names will be used of course. Some of them still has Missus that refuses to believe a bunch of old men is willing to wake up at 5 am on a Sunday just to go cycling. Never seen them waking up for church or taking the in law out for breakfast before. The Missus have tried getting photographic evidence though. No luck so far.

Last week was another attempt to do Kiara again. Which i suspect many failed to do. It was all the Danny's fault. Pre-ride carbo loading session's should not be beer, guiness and red wine. Or peanuts...
After 5 cans of beer, all thoughts of riding have been replaced by attempts to remember the lyrics to Jefferson's Airplane instead. We are unable to get the lyrics when sober. no chance in hell will we get it with the help of beer.
The attending clowns consisted of Yellow Manta flying solo, Dot in a dress , Guiness and the Missus, Gerard and the Missus, KY Chan and the clan, Funny Fong flying solo, Izzie Leica and Lady friend. That's as much as i can remember aside from the Manta telling me i look ugly. He had ONE beer when he said that . See my point ?!
Anyways...moving along.. Who did make it for the ride anyway? I woke up at 9am. Looked in the mirror. Hmmm... The Manta might have a point there.

 

The Manta pose. He is a swinger ...even after all these years. Anyone able to guess what he is pointing at?