Roadkill

THIS ENTRY CONTAINS GORY IMAGES OF DEATH AND INJURY. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

Now that I've got the disclaimer settled, here goes.

The forest is a very intimidating place. You'll never know when a monkey leaps out from nowhere and makes you swerve the van away in panic, and the passenger suffers serious brain injury. Yeah, it has happened before. Right in the place where I bicycle regularly.



Looks intimidating huh? Just like a scene from Anaconda or Predator or Apocalypse Now.

And deep in the recesses of the evil jungle, this is what I saw. Death. Complete with flies and the stench of rotting flesh.



Roadkill. I don't even know what animal it was. I don't feel any pity for dead animals from the wild. Hey, it's a free market, that's what the ecosystem is. Tigers maul goats. Lions chew on deer. What makes human beings any different? Nothing. We're part of the ecosystem dude, no need to feel guilt.

Hmm, I feel weak today, can't really hit the high speeds for as long or as easily as I usually do in recent times. Sign of fatigue? I dunno. I'm supposed to be more fit these days, considering how my resting heart rate has plummeted lately to the 60s.

Was on my back via Bishan Park, and then, something nasty happened. Actually it's not such a big deal, so here it goes:


Remember those Ngage advertisements? OK. So it's corny. So sue me.

But anyway, curb at a narrow angle + high speed + smooth tyres = not a good idea. And thus, I reluctantly joined the list of roadkill.



Was lying on the floor sandwiched between my bike and the floor, and propping myself up push-up position to keep my knees away from the floor while I waited for the strain in my calf to subside. It's not a comfortable situation to be in, I swear. Then I got up, looked at my knee. Aww. My beautiful toned thighs and calves!



Awwwww. My beautiful saddle is scuffed! Thankfully it doesn't cost much. The quick-release skewers were slightly scuffed but I don't really mind.



So I calmly washed my wounds with the water I have from my bottle and let the water drip onto the floor. I then calmly mounted the bike and rode back slowly. Yay. gonococcus has a very high pain tolerance. And being in the know of first aid, he managed to stay cool and calm all along. And as for all insane cyclists, gonococcus was more concerned about the damage to the bike rather than his body. Hey, bikes don't heal by themselves!

And when I reached home, Dad came to know of it and he gave me a look of slight concern and asked, "How is the bike?". It's confirmed. He shares the same passion for bicycles.