It was 1984 my parents took me back to my grandparents house in Semenyeh. I was 5 that year. I always love going back to my kampung. But something happened on that particular weekend that change my life forever… well until now at least. It’s not the quiet and peaceful environment. It’s not because there’s a river at the back of the house. It’s not at all about the kampung itself. It’s something else.
The day I arrived at my grandparents’ house I notice something in front of the house. It was covered with old blankets. Everything was covered but I know what underneath the blankets. The sharp said it all. I was so curious but I pretend not to show it. Every time my uncle went out of the house I would ran out to see what he was doing and hoping he would takes off the blankets and put me out of my misery. But he did nothing. Damn it. I waited the whole day but nothing happen.
So I just wondered off in front of the tele and soon forgot about it. Late that afternoon while watching the tele suddenly I heard something so noisy, so exciting out in front of the house. It was so loud and noisy but to me it is the most beautiful sound I ever heard. I ran outside and there was the thing that was covered underneath the blanket. I saw it. It was beautiful… I don’t know what model or brand it was but it look so beautiful. The shape, the color, the size of the tyre, the exhaust pipe, the rear brake light… everything was in proper place.
To me it was the most beautiful piece of machine I ever seen. For the 1st time in my 5 years life I fall in love… until now it’s like the 1st love I can’t seem to forget. Every time a beautiful one passes me on the road it never fail get me all overly excited. That’s why every year in a hot day in Sepang during the Malaysian MotoGP I would walk around the parking lot just to satisfy my need to look at each beautiful machine and remind myself that I will forever in love with a machine called superbike. Crap!
Note: Written in English by idiot whose English is sux… fuck spelling n grammar… fuck you who think you can write better… fuck you if you put the spelling n grammatical error in the comment… fucking wanker
