The absence of any blog posting the past weeks was due to the goats being occupied with trying to finalise and agree to all terms and final trail layout for the upcoming Presidential ride. As with all breeds of goats, head butting will always take place before a consensus is achieved. This time around, we had a couple of steroids laden young goats going up against a few old arthritis laden goats. Agreeing upon which patch of grass to graze on, has and always will be an issue since time immaterial. The older goats will always graze nearer to the fence while the younger goats will always want to explore up the hill. Both sides usually end up head butting due to the lack and partial incomplete transfer of information.
Older goats needs the be closer to the fence due to incontinence. If you gotta go, you gotta go... No one at that age can hold it in anymore. Why do you think we have so much apple breaks lately? More like pee and poo break if you ask me. Each time we declare a break session, you will see a few of them old goats running into the bush.
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| Drain gazing. |
So it was on the last Sunday before the Presidential ride that this bunch of clown goats decided they have had enough of munching on salt baked chicken wings and made a decision to visit Kiara. With or without approval from the committee.
0800 hours and a team of 12 goats showed up at the meeting point. The usual teh tarik and coffee before getting the bikes off the car. More chatter and bleating as we made our way towards the car wash to collect the other 3 lazier goats. Ride started as usual. Except for the sudden presence of Funny Melvin at the rear. Him showing up made all of us recheck our watch. We were confused for a bit. Usually he only shows up during lunch. This time around, our watch was correct. Funny Melvin had a slow watch. Hence him showing up 4 hours in advance for his regular Kiara ride. All he could do was smile like a single horned sheep.
Up towards Office and out towards Lung Buster. The entire herd made it up towards tarmac in one piece. Pretty boring, no one made any attempts to ride off any cliff edge. We all sat in silence at the entrance to Magic Carpet. There was really nothing to talk about...
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| Borky with the big boys. |
Another round of sitting in silence. I kicked a few stones to break the monotony. Futile it was...
Manta stood up and announced that since we were all in such a cheerful mood. We will now ride non-stop from 2K all the way towards Mission without stopping for break at the hut. No one bothered to protest.
We emerged out of Mission in silence.
Towards Lower Shot we went.
Up into Snakes and Ladders.
Continued towards Tokong.
Silence can be deafening. I was in fear. The troop seemed lost and confused.
At Tokong, we ran into the Kajang boy's. Finally the silence lifted. Hello and greetings was heard. Age confirmation was done. More hellos and hi said. Chatter and name calling. Plenty accusation thrown and deflected like the Malaysian Cabinet meeting. It was a lively chatting session. It's almost like a marriage. After 15 years, you run out of things to say to each other. The moment you run into your ex, your heart starts pumping faster. You have plenty more things to say and defend. I could only sit at the corner and watch the drama.
With the herd suddenly finding their soul and chatter back. Someone suggested riding to Hartamas for coffee to celebrate. Shouts of agreement were heard all the way to Bikepro. Borky jumped up and down excitedly. So off we went headed towards Kampung.
So off we went after waiting for Funny Melvin to put back his wheels. Tarmac cruising on the sidewalk towards the mamak. Most managed to find a chair to sit as we arrive.
Yellow Manta came looking like Sushi Manta and announced that Jesse had crashed. Funny Melvin walked Jesse's bike towards us and laid his bike down. Up came Jesse smilling like a ragged doll.
Lifted his arm and showed us a wonky looking elbow.
" He rode down the sidewalk at walking pace and somehow slipped. Landed on his elbow. Punched his elbow into the tarmac and now his elbow is swollen like a pomelo..." said Funny Melvin.
Borky took one look at Jesse's elbow and ran off wiping his eyes.
Manta was doing what he does best. Change colour.
CH and CT looked at the waiter in disbelieve. They asked for iced coffee. Got iced Nescafe instead.
Choi! walked off to buy a bun.
Mei as usual said something in Hakka which no one understood.
Unker took a bite of my Mee Goreng.
PeteW was sure a shot of Dimple would resolve all these nonsense.
Funny Melvin poked Jesse's knee for assurance.
Jesse stood there holding his wonky elbow for awhile before someone thought he might want to sit down and offered him a chair. After a short discussion, Jesse was shooed off to the nearby clinic to get his wonky elbow looked at. The herd continued grazing.
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| Wonky knee. |
Jesse called after a couple of minutes. Broken Funny bone. Confirmed. He is in a sling and will need to spend more time in the clinic with the nurse. We will need to cut short our ride and come collect him at Hartamas. Ky's frowned and kicked his rear wheel in frustration. Mei asked something in Hakka again. No one responded.
So up towards Plan C we went and connected into Wasteland. A quick climb onto the tarmac and we were back to the car in no time. CH and CT went straight to the mamak and ordered their iced coffee. They made sure the waiter heard them correctly this time.
The herd unpacked and loaded up. Manta , Choi! and Mei were designated to go collect Jesse and send him back home.
No one offered to wash Jesse's bike. What a selfish group we have evolved into... The post ride Prawn Noodle was a blast though. In KC's absence, we had so much to talk about. Orange is still a rubbish color.
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| Jesse after getting his haircut. |
