Malacca Roadtrip

(24TH OF SEPTEMBER 2006)

What better way to kick start my blog; our first ever road trip up to Malacca. We were supposed to meet at 9am on Sunday morning, but this happened on sat night:

And so we met at 1030am instead, all shack and hangover-ed.






Ultimately there are still a couple of pilots in our squad, despite having planned it for a week in advance. One had a cute thingy at home, so couldn’t come, another malingering say got sore throat cannot make it, the last one we din bother to ask cos we all know he will cook up with some lame excuse again. :p

In any case, check out our lineup for the day:

2005 Suzuki GSX-R1300




















2004 Yamaha YZR-1000

2001 Suzuki GSX-R1000K2

2005 Subaru Impreza WRX

Total journey up was +/- 200km, and we set off from SG customs at around 1130. Surprisely no one tried anything funny on the day, maybe it’s the weather. We cruised along the highway enjoying the scenic view under the scorching 33 deg hot sun at 160-180km/h. At around 1229 hrs we stopped for our first pit stop.

A light brunch and we are on our way again within 15 mins. All was smooth and peaceful until this happened 20 mins from malacca:

Fred’s ride rear brakes came off lose, and was dangling and scratching the chrome rims of jawa’s. We parked by the side of the highway and tried to savage the situation with whatever limited tools we have. In the end it was a shoelace and a piece of cloth tying the loose caliper to the swing arm.


And finally, we reached our destination. Time: 1345pm

First, Fred insisted we have to try the famous Malacca chendol…



In the end, it turns out to be a fako~~ So, never judge a book by its cover, stall pretty pretty doesnt mean good food. (See picture below, and trust me, it tastes as bad as it looks)

NOW, check out the REAL thing:



And so, we ended up eating 2 bowls of chendol each, 1 fake one and 1 the real mccoy.

Btw, the real chendol shop looks good too :P

In between, we had lotsa fun.

At 1830 hrs, we are on our way back to Singapore. The weather at night is much cooler and thus easier on our rides. Same speed, we maintained 160km/h for much of the 200km stretch. Along the way we stopped at machap for a drink and burger. It was then that Mimi realized his trusty Spidi jacket was torn by the right sleeve. No wonder it felt so cold. :P

Credits to all those who managed to turn up for the event.

Mimi, for supplying the endless flow of jokes and laughter the entire day.

Fred, for leading the way and paying for almost all the food.

MY, for volunteering to be the backmarker for me whenever there was a jam.