Kim: I also want to go and take a look one day. Maybe when Rhee gets his car or something.
Bryan: AHEM! Erm… No need to wait so long. I can drive up and take some passengers.
Ann: Wah… Rare Spawn sial… Finally the Prodigal Son has returned…
Bryan: Guys, please… don’t like that…
Yivonne: What? You abandoned us first and went off with that banshee one ok?
Bryan: It’s not like that. Vivian doesn’t know you guys well, so was shy to come and talk to yall. Guys, sorry lah ok? I also dowan to lose my good friends. Somemore we all since day 1 know each other until now, already 2yrs liao.
Yivonne: Good that you know lor!
Vivian walked over.
Vivian: Hai guys! Bryan misses you guys, don’t be angry with him. I wanted to spend more time with him that’s why I kept asking him to go out with me. It’s my fault. Hahaha… Sorry….
Yivonne rolled her eyes at Vivian, but Ann was quick to accept Vivian’s apology.
Ann: Ok ok… now everything back to normal liao lor… Sorry also say liao… No more angry lah ok?
Bryan: Sorry arh, just now happen to hear Jezebelle ask Jun go track. Then Kim said she haven’t go before, so thought maybe I can help provide car transport, then we all go up together.
Me: It’s fine. Actually quite a good idea. We can arrange something lor.
Prof Linda coughed loudly as she entered the class, signaling the end of breaktime. After class, we headed for lunch at Brewerkz. Our group became significantly bigger, now that we had the additions of Joel, Rhee, Jezebelle, Vivian and Bryan. The 10 of us were ushered to a big table and the rest took a seat while I excused myself to the gents. I walked along the corridor. Something made me turn my head and look at a particular table where a young lady was seating with another guy, just the two of them. I caught sight of a dress. A familiar dress. I stopped in my tracks and looked at the owner of the dress, already half-knowing who it was. Our eyes met. Her eyes opened wide too.
Her date saw her eyes widened and turned around to look at what she was looking at. I stared into her eyes for a while more, and felt a sinking feeling in my heart. I turned and continued to the toilet, my head hung low. After a piss, I washed my face and rubbed my cheeks and chin.
As I walked past the table, I looked at Tingting again. She looked up and her eyes followed me until I walked out of sight. I went back to our table and sat down. The rest were ordering the food and drinks, and I ordered a pint of beer.
As we sat there, we ribbed Bryan really hard about his abandoning of us, and he got bashed left right center. Surprisingly, Vivian took it pretty well, despite her reputation for being a haughty rich brat. Eventually, fences were mended and Yivonne was civil to the both of them.
We were eating halfway when suddenly Yivonne looked up, then looked at me with her eyes wide. She signaled me to look to my right and Ann saw too. I looked to my right and saw Tingting walking beside her date. They were exiting Brewerkz, but were not holding hands. She glanced over to our table and saw Yivonne and Ann and I looking at her, then she quickly looked away and scurried out of the brewhouse.
Ann smiled. Looks like Tingting is out of the race for now. Yivonne glanced at me with a very concerned look on her face, and my slumped shoulders told her as much how I felt.
Jezebelle and Rhee were talking about track now, and Rhee said once he passed his Basic Theory test tomorrow afternoon, he can drive or ride in Singapore without any worries. His dad has agreed to sponsor his choice of motorcycle. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much choice for him as he could only ride a 2B bike legally. Naturally, Jezebelle advised him to get a Honda NSR150SP, which was one of the most track friendly and powerful 2b bikes of that time.
It was then arranged that all of us sans Eileen and Joel will head down to the track on the following week’s Thursday. That will give Rhee some time to get his suit, and also to get his bike set up for track. We finished eating, and Rhee hailed a taxi back to the condo, while the rest of us went our own way. Kim hopped onto my bike and hugged me tightly as we left for home.
When we got back to the condo, Kim went to her apartment, then said she was going to take a shower and nap first, before coming over to mine at 4pm to study and cook dinner.
I went into my apartment and closed the door, then I checked my phone. There were messages from Yivonne and Ann.
Ann: YESSS!!! YESSSS!!! YESSSS!!! YOU’RE MINE NOW!!!! ALL MINE!!!!
Yivonne: Jun, call me.
I grabbed my cordless phone and laid down on my bed, then I dialed Yivonne’s home number.
Yivonne: Hello?
Me: It’s me. Sup?
Yivonne: Jun, what’s happening?
Me: Good question. I wish I have the answer too. Tingting hasn’t spoken to me since that day.
Yivonne: You have another big problem. Just now I shared cab with Ann. She was gushing about how she has you to herself now. I’m not even sure if that’s the case, but she’s getting ahead of herself for sure.
Me: It isn’t that bad really I guess. If Tingting… really lost all interest in me, then I guess I don’t have to make a hard choice and can just pick Ann. Afterall Ann does love me.
Yivonne: Don’t be a bastard can? You and I both know by the amount of hurt in your eyes just now that you truly love Tingting. You can’t just substitute Tingting with Ann now that Tingting is with someone else. It’s bloody not fair to Ann, and it’s not fair to you either.
Me: Then what you want me to do?! This cannot, that also cannot? Fuck lah, I might as well remain single.
Yivonne: Yes. Just remain single. Until you start to love properly again, and you know who you really love. No more settling, and no more pressure.
I rubbed my hair with my hand, then my face. What Yivonne said was true.
Me: Ok.
Yivonne: I’ll try to help you control Ann. No promises. She’ll probably want to lock you in chains now and hump you to death, tasting ‘victory’.
Yivonne hung up, and I threw my cordless phone one side. I dragged myself to the bathroom and showered, then took out my laptop and notes and began to revise my work, trying to shut out my feelings.
At 4pm sharp, my doorbell rang, and Kim and Rhee entered after I opened the door for them. We revised our work together, and it was a good study session as we not only completed the chapters we had wanted to do, we also studied ahead and covered 2 future chapters to get a rough grasp of what they were about.
Kim and I headed to the kitchen to prepare for dinner, cooking rice and a few simple dishes. Rhee went back to their apartment to get some kimchi. We sat down at the coffee table and ate dinner while watching tv. Throughout dinner, Kim’s eyes were glued to the tv, while Rhee’s eyes stole glances at Kim from time to time.
After dinner, we washed the dishes and headed back to our respective apartments. Kim and Rhee wanted to play Dota with Hyun, while I wanted to play some CS. I had racked up a 36-3 K/D ratio in de_dust when my phone rattled beside my keyboard. I quit the game and checked the message. It was from Tingting.
Tingting: Hey. You free now?
Me: Yeah.
Tingting: Can we go somewhere and talk?
Me: Where?
Tingting: Usual place.
Me: I’ll come pick you up.
Tingting: Ok. See you.
The Usual Place, is East Coast Park. In the past, we will often visit ECP to swim, suntan, play games, build sandcastles and all that kinda stuff. It was also a place for long walks at night, and lots of serious talking. It was a place that held good, fun memories. It was also the place where we decided to split up back then.
I arrived at her place, and she was at the gate waiting for me, dressed in a pair of jeans and a tank top with a hoodie tied around her waist. She wrapped her arms around my waist, but not tightly like in the past. I headed off and we reached ECP shortly after since the traffic was smooth. She put on her hoodie after getting off the bike, and we walked side by side to bedok jetty. There, we found a bench at the far end that was rather deserted, and we sat down. We looked at the sky, at people around us, at each other. We didn’t know how to start. I waited for her to start, since she was the one who initiated this meeting.
Tingting: Aren’t you gonna ask who he is?
Me: I figured the point why you would want to meet up today is to tell me something about that.
Tingting: Sigh… His name is Jared. He is one of my colleagues at the hospital. Another doctor. He saw that I was upset that day when I saw you and Ann together at the hospital and he asked me out. I turned him down. Then after that evening at your house, I got upset again. And then the next day he asked me out again and I turned him down. He was rather persistent, and I finally agreed. That was the date.
Me: You seem happy.
Tingting: And maybe I was. Afterall, I was struggling with how to feel after I saw you with Ann, and you telling me you might have developed some feelings for Ann. This afternoon was a chance for me to finally just let all that negativity go and have a good lunch, but as fate would have it, you and the rest were there.
I kept quiet, not knowing what to say. After about 5mins of silence I spoke.
Me: Do you like him?
Tingting: He makes me laugh and smile. He makes me happy.
Me: So…
Tingting: I don’t know. I still love you. But I’m hurt.
Me: Will you be going out with him still?
Tingting: No reason not to, I’m single afterall. I don’t belong to you.
Me: So where does this leave us?
Tingting: Nowhere.
Me: That’s not helping.
Tingting: Let’s take a break for half a year. Sort out our feelings, find out where we stand with each other. Then if after the 6 months, we feel there’s still something worth pursuing, then we’ll do it. Provided Kim and you have broken up by then.
I kept quiet.
Tingting: I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you by going out with him. Don’t worry. I’ve not slept with him, nor anyone else. I won’t sleep with anyone for the next 6 months also. Only until I know that we are not going to be together, then I’ll open up my legs to other people.
Me: I’m sorry for hurting you when you saw Ann hugging me. And the whole thing about maybe having feelings for her.
Tingting: It’s alright. Let’s go home please. I need a drink and my bed.
We got up and walked back to my bike.
Tingting: By the way, my TP is on next Friday. Can you come pick me up after that to go buy a bike?
Me: Confident much?
Tingting: I have a great mentor, who happens to be walking beside me. I won’t fail.
For the first time that evening, I smiled.
Me: I have a lecture that morning. But if you don’t mind waiting a little bit, I can come and pick you up after.
Tingting: Oh, what about Kim.
Me: It’s no matter. She can go back home with Rhee after school.
Tingting stopped walking.
Tingting: Who is Rhee?
Me: Just her childhood friend/sweetheat who transferred to our school from Berkeley.
Tingting looked at me and did not speak a word. She sensed things were not as simple as they seem.
Tingting: What’s happening, Jun?
We walked to the side of the carpark, then sat on the pavement.
Me: Kim didn’t go to HK with me that time, because her dad and his friend, Rhee’s father, and Rhee came down to Singapore. Apparently Kim’s dad knew about me, and didn’t want Kim to marry a non-Korean. My suspicion was that Rhee was brought in to break us up. But so far he hasn’t seem to make any substantial moves.
Me: Kim and i… We have been drifting somewhat. I guess knowing that we won’t last much longer made us both a bit reluctant to commit more into the relationship. But we’re still together, and I don’t know when either of us will finally break it up. I wanted to give her more love in these last period, but it’s not easy.
Tingting: It’s never easy. Loving someone, but not getting anything back in the amounts you hope for.
Tingting paused a while and took a deep breath, as I looked at her, knowing that her words were a dig at me.
Tingting: Let’s go. It’s late. I gotta go work early tomorrow.
We got on the bike and she held me tighter than before as I sent her home. She stood at her gate and watched as I turned the corner out of sight before she headed back to her house. I parked my bike after I reached home. Picking my phone up, I made a call to a couple of people. People who I have a good rapport with, people who know what I want and can get things done asap. Both of them replied with “Okay, can, no worries, leave it to me.” rather than “I’ll try my best.”. I went to brush my teeth and went to bed. Wondering what’s gonna happen next.
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alwaysalone
My guess is someone will e-brake in front of Rhee test car, acting in accordance to TS’s instruction and he will end up failing the test.
No lah, i not so zhek ark. Hahaha… after all, there’s this chinese phrase, “ren zai zuo, tian zai kan”. Simple english meaning is “people are doing, heaven is watching”, which loosely means karma will befall on the person. Even though i don’t necessarily believe in karma itself, i believe in the concept of not saboing others.
To sabo Rhee’s test, brings no benefit to me at all. In any case, all they need to do to convert a licence is to take a BTT test back then. Even now, as long as your licence is recognised by TP, you technically just need to take BTT. Some driving centers may offer you circuit training as part of the package to further familiarise you i think.
Previously on My SYT Korean Coursemate/Neighbour:
We got on the bike and she held me tighter than before as I sent her home. She stood at her gate and watched as I turned the corner out of sight before she headed back to her house. I parked my bike after I reached home. Picking my phone up, I made a call to a couple of people. People who I have a good rapport with, people who know what I want and can get things done asap. Both of them replied with “Okay, can, no worries, leave it to me.” rather than “I’ll try my best.”. I went to brush my teeth and went to bed. Wondering what’s gonna happen next.
There was no lecture on Thursdays, and I spent the whole day playing CS. Kim had brought Rhee to the driving center for his BTT. We had a celebratory dinner at a tze char place at upper Thomson after he had passed and gotten his licence validated. After dinner, he showed me the glossy black Aprilia RS125 that he had bought from a shop for $8k. I told him he had been chopped by the motorshop and he asked me how much was that bike usually.
Me: No more than 5-6k.
Rhee: WTF! Do you think I can get my money back?
Me: Forget it, you’re already signed the contract and full cashed it. Just gotta live with it.
Rhee: Damn, that sucks. And I still gotta get the engine and other stuff like tyres done too. You got a mechanic to recommend?
Me: Sure. I can show you tomorrow after class.
Rhee: Great!
Rhee started the engine, and Kim hopped onto the pillion seat. His engine was hopelessly in need of servicing. The bastards at the bike shop sold him a bike that was barely serviceable. His engine was so noisy and clangy, and I could see some leaking oil under his bike as well.
Rhee: See you back at the condo.
He went off as I put on my helmet and got onto my bike. Then went on my way. Maybe Kim had sat on his bike in the afternoon, and forgotten that I rode out for dinner.
The next day in class, people buzzed over Rhee, remarking that he has joined the motorcycling club and he grinned like a monkey that wanted to show off its darlie smile. After class, I brought him to my regular mechanic, and told the mechanic to look through the bike and prepare it for track. My mech rode the bike one round around the industrial park and came back with a frown on his face.
Mech: Piston must change. Block might be affected also, but won’t know till I open up. Rear shock a bit soft if you are about 75kg. If you ok then no need change. If you want to be Max Biaggi (MotoGP rider), then better change. Fork oil fork seal need change. Brake pad need change, brake fluid need to change also. Chain sprocket still ok, no need change.
We waited an hour for the bike to cool down, then my mech started to down engine to take a look. He had a disgusted look on his face. He opened the engine. Looking at the block, he frowned and shook his head.
Mech: Nin nabeh… The shop you bought this bike from tried to kill you. You take the block and see. Inside got many deep scratches. Ride at high RPM, piston high chance will seize. Worse, crankshaft also slightly bent. The gasket all worn out and engine oil leaking. Better change.
Me: Total how much?
Mech: Your friend right? I try do for him everything $1000. If anything exceed, I let you know.
Rhee: When can I collect it?
Mech: Earliest Monday. Even then, you need to run in the engine. 700km, if not then not recommended to go track.
Rhee: Monday… that means I will need to go out every night and ride until I hit 700km.
Mech: Easy lah… Just bring one bottle of 2T oil out, then ride all the expressway from night to morning. Sure hit 700km. Your 2T, you want put the 2T reservoir and pump or you want premix like Jun’s bike?
Rhee: What’s the difference?
Mech: Premix smoother, but more troublesome when pumping petrol.
Rhee: Premix then. A little trouble is no issue.
Mech: Ok. Bye bye. See you Monday.
My mech got back to his office to make a call for the parts required, then asked his worker to go collect the parts. Meanwhile, I pillioned Rhee back to the condo.
The weekend came and went swiftly. While I spent both days with Kim, without Rhee’s interference. I felt that we are slowly drifting apart. The sex was still great, but her body language for other stuff told me as much. She was beginning to hold herself back. It’s really the little little subtle signs, like a split second of hesitation between actions.
Ann asked me for dinner, with her family. But I declined. She then asked me if I would like to go watch a movie with her, but I declined as well, saying that I wanted to spend time with Kim. Jezebelle and Annabelle asked if I wanted to go out for rounding, I declined that as well.
Monday came, and Rhee collected his bike. My mechanic had done a good job on his bike, but it won’t be a match for Annabelle’s bike of the same model. Afterall, Annabelle had spent more money on hers, getting various aftermarket performance parts. I have not seen how Rhee rides in the track, but Annabelle is a pretty solid rider in her own rights.
Rhee and I rode back to the condo and I had a nice afternoon swim with Kim, while he tinkered on his bike. Dinner was a simple affair of aglio olio. I had gotten Yivonne’s recipe and I tried it out, turned out to be 90% likeness, just that it wasn’t salty enough, a problem easily solved by sprinking a pinch of salt and mixing the aglio olio again before serving.
Rhee headed out to run in his engine after dinner, and Kim and I opened a bottle of white wine to drink while chilling on the sofa. Kim leaned on me and I wrapped an arm over her shoulder and rested my hand on her chest. She likes it when I do that. Kim brought her hand up to my arm and rubbed my arm up and down with her hand.
Kim: Dear… Sorry for the past couple weeks. I know you were gloomy because I was gloomy too. But I can’t help thinking about next time. You know I’ll have to go back to Korea after I graduate right?
Me: Yeah. Pretty much.
Kim: And I can’t be together with you anymore after that.
Me: Yeah. But until that day comes, we’re still together. And after that day, we can still be good friends.
Kim smiled.
Kim: Yeah… I would like that.
She turned around and hugged me.
Kim: Jun, thank you for loving me. You are really a very good guy. I feel so happy that I am together with you. Even though we did some pretty crazy things with the rest, but you always love me unconditionally.
Kim kissed me softly once. Then we looked at each other before we kissed again. Our hands caressed each other’s back and heads, messing up our hair, as we kissed passionately. My hands clinched the hems of her tshirt and pulled the shirt off her head, and she reciprocated by doing the same to my shirt.
Without missing a beat, I put my hands under her butt and lifted her up. Kim wrapped her smooth, slender legs around my waist in response, and I carried her into the bedroom.
Laying her down on the bed, I reached for her shorts and pulled them down together with her pink satin panties. I held her legs apart with my arms and I dived in with my tongue. Kim covered her face with her left hand, and her right hand gripped the pillow under her head tight, as the tingling sensations of pleasure began to spread outwards from her nether regions.
I ran my tongue up and down along the length of her labia, feeling the soft, sensitive folds of her flesh. Her clitoris peeked out as the blood engorged it. Gently, I probed her clitoris with my tongue, and Kim arched her back and gave out a soft moan. Her hips squirmed as her sensitive clitoris sent jolts of pleasure to her nerve centers.
I spread her legs wider with my arms, and drove my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could. I wriggled my tongue vigorously and Kim let loose a series of moans. She lowered her hands and caressed my head and gently pushed my head down on her further. Within minutes, I had her whimpering and moaning as orgasm approached.
Kim brought her hands up to grip the pillow tight. Her back arched and she let out a long moan.
Kim: UUUURRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………………
I licked up the juices that had squirted out and got up. My back ached a little as I was hunched in that position for a while now, and I laid down beside Kim. She was panting a little and her face was flushed. She looked at me, then she sat up. Her hands tugged at my boxers and pulled them down easily. She removed her pink satin bra and mounted me, pushing my stiff, erected dick into the moist, warm crevice of her vagina.
Kim rested one hand on my tummy, while the other hand rested against my thigh. By doing this, she twisted her upper body and face to the side, and her perky B cup breasts bounced as she rode me. Her soft black hair covered her beautiful face, only offering peeks of her porcelain smooth cheeks. Her lips opened slightly as she breathed in through her mouth, exhaling soft moans.
I rested my hands on her smooth, fair thighs, and ran them up and down her thighs. Sometimes, I ran my finger on the inside of her thighs, and she would squeeze them shut as it tickled her, and also gave her pleasure at the same time.
The air started to become hot and musty, as the smell of sex hung around the room. Kim faced forward now, resting both her hands on my chest, giving her more stability and better support. She picked up pace as her hips raised up and down quickly, her groin slamming into mine, driving my dick deep within her. A few times she yelped as the tip of my dick brushed against her g spot. Kim bit her lips and kept the riding.
Kim: nnnnggghh… ngghhh… nghhhh… nggggghhhh… hnnnnggghhhh….. nggghhh… nghhhhh… urrrrggghhh…. Urrrgghhhh… urrghh urggghh urggghhh…. HNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!
Kim’s hands pushed down on my chest and her arms straightened as she arched her back. She let out a long and sexy moaned as she climaxed, squeezing her thighs tight together as the surge of pleasure made her movements involuntary. I held down on her thighs and thrusted upwards deep into her as I exploded inside her. My hot seed flooded the cavity of her womb, and she felt the warmth radiating within her nether regions.
She laid down on top of me, exhausted, and I felt my dick slide out of her as it returned to its unerected size. I wrapped my arms around her back and hugged her tight. Kim kissed me, then slid off to my side and closed her eyes. Her breathing regained regularity after 5minutes, and a few minutes later, she was snoring softly beside me. I continued to hug her as we went to bed.
2 days passed with the blinked of an eye, and Rhee had completed his engine run-in. After class on Wednesday, we were at Regina with Kim, and Rhee was picking out a racing suit and a pair of boots for tomorrow’s track day. He picked out a full black set, and paid for it with a $1000 bill. The staff at Regina tried to sell him a better helmet too, and Rhee was tempted for a while, but he declined in the end, saying he’s happy with his $300 full face helmet.
We headed home and Rhee went to mess around with his gears, preparing it for the trackday tomorrow. No doubt Jezebelle and Annabelle were doing the same as well. Jezebelle had told me she had arranged to have her bike ecu flashed and retuned yesterday. Annabelle had also retuned her carburetor with her mechanic’s input, and changed out a couple of items.
“You know, ever since I broke up with my ex, Annabelle and I seldom go down to track, and we also don’t know who to jio, so we usually went down together. Now, at least I know can jio you, and you can jio some of your friends along also, then not as boring.” Jezebelle had said to me on Tuesday.
Kim headed to take a shower in her apartment while I picked up the phone and rang up Ah Hao.
Me: Eh Hao! Hoseh boh? Tmr track want not?
Hao: Tmr arh? Ok ok can can. Tmr I not working. This one open invite one?
Me: Yah, you can call Ah Wei along as well.
Hao: Okie okie. Was thinking of calling him also, hahaha… Eh, Jun…
Me: Simi?
Hao: The 2 ding dong belles going a not?
Me: HAHAHA!!! You cheehong kia…. Yah larh, they both going…
Hao: They both hot leh… wah lao… You see liao you no steam meh? The nehneh sibei tua, then the butt sibeh qiao, and then the figure sibeh jibaboom…
Me: If I single I sure steam. Hahaha… And somemore I only know them like a few days or weeks only? Don’t know them well enough lah.
Hao: Knn… Limpeh teach you later… You arh, all these tak cheh tak until tao nao pai liao (study until brain spoil), dunno how to appreciate works of art.
Me: Hahahahahaha! You know me lah… I only know how to study, play game, and ride moto only.
Hao: Ok ok, I go back work liao. See you tomorrow. 8 am BKE Bridge issit?
Me: Yup.
Hao: Steady! Ok bye!
No sooner had I put down the phone when my mechanic called me.
Mech: Ah Jun arh… Your SP ready to go liao. Remember need run in 700km.
Me: Ok, I come down and collect now.
Mech: Oh, also, the fairing and paintjob fee, I pay for you liao, you no need go down and pay them, pay me everything can liao. Save you some trouble.
Me: Ok thanks boss! See you in a while.
I hung up on my mechanic, and dialed the paint shop’s owner and thanked him for helping to rush shipment a full set of original fairings and fuel tank and then spray painting it according to the design I picked. He replied to said it was no problem, and that my mechanic has already paid him. He also asked when was I getting a new bike to let him do my business again. We joked for a while, then ended the call.
Kim had finished bathing and just changed. I went over to tell her that I was heading out fow a while to collect something, and she said ok, that she wanted to take a nap anyway. I clutched my helmet and put a bike cover into my bag and headed up, hailing a cab to my mechanic’s shop.
My mechanic swung out his hand for a handshake when I walked into his shop. I ignored it and wagged my finger at his face smiling slyly as I walked past him and we both laughed. It was an old joke, and I fell for it once, but never again. It was a joke he liked to pull on regular customers. He would be working on some bike, getting his hands all greasy, and then he’ll offer a handshake with a smile to regulars who turn up at his shop. Most people wouldn’t think further and instinctively accept the handshake, to only realise their hands were now also covered in engine oil or grease. That is only one of the jokes my mechanic liked to pull.
He went to rinse his hands with petrol, then wiped it off with a clean rag and showed me the NSR150SP which I had rushed him to do up for me.
Mech: Nah, I changed out almost everything for you already. Totally rebuilt the engine with new parts, the fork also I got the HRC ones for you. Rear shock also brand new stock one, the YSS ones can’t last that long, 1-2yrs punchek liao. Tyres also changed. Brake hose changed to steelbraided, brake pump changed to Brembo RCS15, then the clutch level also managed to kio one matching brembo one for you. The rest of the bike all quite new, so no need change, like the wire harness, cdi, magnet coil, rectifier. Oh, Battery I also change for you liao, then slap one voltmeter for you also. Grip also change to better ones, not too racing, not too ah pek, just nice just nice. This SP, I managed to find for you super low mileage. Some guy bought, then ride only weekend cos he got car. Only about 15k mileage. Nah, paperwork all here, just sign on the lines marked with an x and you can ride off liao. Insurance everything all settled, road tax also.
I took a pen from him and signed all the necessary documents.
Me: Woooooooo…. Eh, really thank you leh… so short notice you do so many things for me and manage to get it done.
Mech: No worries lah brudder. You long time customer liao. Then somemore you give me stock tips. Without you, my wife where can buy all her Prada Gucci bags? Me just a simple, poor mechanic, never study one. Where got earn enough to afford?
Me: Hahaha! You don’t talk cock lah brudder! You simple and poor you won’t have so big shop 2 units with 5 mechanics and 3 sales staff working for you liao!
Mechanic: shhhh shhhh…. Hahahahaha!!!
Me: How much arh, by the way?
Mechanic: Bike 3.5k, more ex than standard cos COE still many yrs left, and super low mileage. Parts all those plus fairing plus paint…. Aiyah… You pass me 5k can liao lah…
Me: Wtf, eh cannot lah… You also need do business one leh…
Mechanic: 5k about there lah, you just pass me 5k can liao. You pass me any more, you take the money back and bike I keep.
Me: I slipped him 5.2k.
Mechanic: Eh Jun, I serious hor. 5k only.
Me: I know. The $200 is for you bring your wife and kids go out eat dinner tonight.
Mechanic: Nabeh… play family… You good… Ok, I keep. Hahaha… Oh yah, this bike for who one? You already got PGM IV liao, don’t tell me you miss your old SP and want play back.
Me: It’s for a friend lah.
Mechanic: Friend… FRIEND arh?! Hahahaha! I know what kind of friend… Wedding dinner remember to invite me arh! My wife and 4 kids also.
Me: Kanasai! You wait long long lah! Not so fast lah…
Mechanic: Oh, so it’s confirmed that kind of FRIEND liao! Hahaha… Ok, enjoy your bike, I go back work liao.
Me: Ok ok… Oh, by the way. The new Yamaha R1, how is it?
Mechanic: Good. Very good. But Yamaha you know lah, electronics and wiring, prone to issue, need jaga. Interested arh?
Me: Thinking.
Mechanic: Ok. Next month I bring in and do for you one unit. I know what things you want on it one. Just prepare about 35k.
Me: Nnb…
Mechanic: Hahaha… I know you how long liao? You considering that time is no sound no picture one. You ask only, means you decided to get liao, within one month you sure come get one. Go lah go lah, enjoy your SP with your xiao meimei. Come back 2 months later with 30k.
I put on my helmet and rode off with the SP after waving bye to my mechanic. The bike felt good, and the throttle response was fantastic. If not for having to keep the rpm low due to the running in, I would have revved hard and played with the bike more. I rode into the condo carpark and parked it beside my bike and covered it with the bike cover.
When the lift opened up at my level, I walked out and then stopped in my tracks when I saw the sight in front of me. Rhee was wearing his full suit and helmet, and doing squats and other stretching exercises. He saw me and turned around. Then he opened his helmet visor.
Rhee: Hahaha! Sorry… Need to get used to the suit and also to stretch it out a bit, otherwise it’s still a bit stiff.
Me: Yeah, no worries. Where’s Kim?
Rhee: Oh, she’s napping still.
I headed into my apartment and fished an ice cold can of Heineken from the fridge to beat the heat. I stripped to my boxers and drank my beer as I scrutinized the food left in my fridge. I had a serious craving for wanton mee and was contemplating cooking it for dinner. There wasn’t much ingredients left in my fridge, definitely no noodles and no ingredients for making wantons. I placed my beer back into the fridge and closed the fridge. Wearing my clothes again and carrying my backpack and helmet, I headed out to buy what I needed from the supermarket at Thomson Plaza.
As I stepped out of my main door, I saw Kim coming out of her main door rubbing her eye. She looked at me and blinked hard.
Kim: Dear, where are you going?
Me: I’m going to the supermarket to get some ingredients. I was thinking of cooking wanton mee tonight.
Kim claps her hands happily and hopped up and down.
Kim: Ooooh!! Wait for me! I go with you!
She ran back into her apartment to change while I waited outside for her. After 10 minutes, she exited her apartment, dressed in a t-shirt and denim shorts. We headed to Thomson Plaza and got the ingredients quickly. Kim held my arm as we walked down the aisles in the supermarket. Having bought everything, including a pint of Haagen Dazs vanilla icecream because she had a craving, we left Thomson Plaza and went back home.
I got to work immediately, marinating the pork and coating it with char siew sauce and then putting it in the turbobroiler to roast it. Next was marinating the minced pork, and Kim helped me wrap the wantons after I have added the additional ingredients into the minced pork. Meanwhile, I fried the piece of pork fat to get some lard and started to boil the water for the noodles.
Rhee came into my unit while I started cooking the noodles. He had earlier worked on his bike and did some last minute adjustments to his comfort level, then went to shower. He looked on with interest at what I was cooking, paying special attention to the char siew, as the smell of the sweet charring was emitted into the kitchen. Rhee gamely opted for more sambal chilli to be put on his plate. As I mixed the noodles, it took on a reddish hue, the chilli oil stains on the plate were plenty. As we sat down and ate after everything was served, Rhee had two large cups of iced water with his noodles, but he played it cool despite all the perspiration from his forehead. Kim couldn’t stop laughing at Rhee.
After dinner, we opened a bottle of wine to share, while Rhee asked me for tips for trackday tomorrow. I covered the basics, like how to tuck in and roll after falling to minimize injury, and how to look ahead in the curve so you don’t run wide. Most occurrences of crash on the track were due to improper technique and overshooting braking markers, and target fixation.
Bryan called and confirmed the schedule again. He will be picking up Ann and Yivonne first, then swing by to get Kim. Vivian will be driving there as well, and will meet us at the BKE bridge at 8am. The Belles will also meet at the bridge at 8am, as will Ah Hao and Ah Wei. With that done, Kim and I went down to my bike, as I needed to do some last minute adjustments to my suspension and forks, and Kim wanted to watch and help. After a couple of tweaks and testing of the fork settings and the preload, I was done and Kim and I went back up.
After my shower, I walked out of the bathroom naked towards the bed. Kim was waiting for me in bed already, wearing only her panties. She looked up at me as I approached, and she smiled widely as I got onto the bed and crawled towards her with a smile on my own face. Her hands reached up to wrap themselves around my shoulders and our lips met with a peck. I used my left hand to support my weight, and my right hand caressed her waist softly.
I kissed Kim softly on the lips, then I broke our liplock, and my lips drifted off to the side. I kissed her ear, nibbling on her ear lobes lightly, and exhaling my warm breath on her ear. She gasped lightly as her nipples hardened at the stimulation of her ears. My right hand drifted upwards and I rubbed her hard nipples with my thumb.
I brought my lips down on her neck, kissing the sensitive skin there many times lightly, sensually. Kim’s gasps became soft moans as she raised her head, giving me access to more of her neck. My hands tenderly squeezed Kim’s B cup breast as my lips lingered at her neck, kissing her somemore and hearing her soft moans.
I moved further south, bringing my lips to her breast and flicked her erected pink nipples with my tongue. My hands roamed south, slipping under the elastic of her white Calvin Klein cotton panties. Kim sucked in a breath of air as she felt my hands slip under, and inching nearer to her nether regions. I kissed her breast, and nibbled lightly at her breast, leaving a slight indentation of my teeth marks. Then I nibbled her nipple and ran my tongue across the tip of her nipple. Kim squirmed and moaned as that sent electric shocks of pleasure through her body.
I moved south once again, my hand slowly pulling her panties down her legs, and to her ankles. I tugged at her panties and got them off her feet, then flicked it off the side of the bed. Using my arms to spread her legs wide, I dived in with my mouth to attack her pussy, the sweet and slightly musty smell of her pussy driving me into a sex-crazed frenzy.
I used my tongue to lick her clitoris, stimulating it by running tiny concentric circles on it, applying varying degrees of pressure on it. Kim moaned and turned her head to the side, her shoulder length hair wrapping her face. Her juices started to flow from her pussy, and I coated my tongue with the fluids. Gently, I pushed my tongue in between her labia, and wriggled my tongue like a live fish. Turned on by the stimulation, she gripped the side of the pillow hard and she twisted her hips to the side.
I gripped her tighter and held her down with my arms on her thighs. My tongue continued to work hard, torturing the poor girl with more and more pleasure as her pussy radiated with heat and leaked fluids. When she stopped squirming as much, I ran my hands along her inner thigh smoothly, sending even more ticklish sensations of pleasure into her. Kim was moaning unabated now. She raised her hips into the air as the length of my tongue scraped against her clitoris, sending her over the limit. She came hard, yelping out and her hands pulled at the bedsheet.
As she gasped and tried to regain her breath, I shifted up and gently pushed her hair off her face. Kim’s eyes met mine and she turned her head to face me, her lips puckering for a kiss. I leaned in and kissed her passionately, and she raised her legs to wrap them around my waist. With my right hand, I positioned my dick, pressing the tip against her wet labia. The tip of my dick hooked the opening of her vagina, and as we adjusted our position, it slipped into her slowly. Kim moaned again before continuing kissing me.
I kissed her as I thrusted my hips into hers, my dick slipping in and out of her tight, well-lubricated pussy. Her legs gradually lost grip, and she lay them down on the bed again, as I thrusted in deep, then sat up straight. I rested my palms on the inside of her thighs, and pressed her thigh down, spreading her pussy wide. I started thrusting in and out of her again. Kim moaned without a care as the pleasure flooded her senses.
Perspiration flowed down my temples, despite the cool air blowing from my aircon. Kim’s body glistened with tiny beadlets of sweat as well, and her breasts swayed up and down with the momentum of my thrusting. Her tummy was taut and slightly sunken, as she breathed in and then held her breath for a short while.
I grabbed her thighs with my hands, and brought them upwards, pushing them together. This changed the angle at which I was penetrating her slightly, and also the tightness of her pussy. Again and again, my dickhead rubbed against her sensitive g-spot, and Kim moaned and moaned, not stopping at all.
She had came hard twice before I felt my own climax approaching. I opened her legs slightly, resting one calf on each shoulder as I grabbed her hips and thrusted in and out of her at high speed. There was a dull ache radiating upwards from my balls, and before I knew it, my dick charged up power before I drove it deep into her, our groins smacking tight together. My dick twitched violently as my seed spewed into her womb in a few short but powerful bursts. Kim moaned as she felt the warmth flooding inside her.
I lay her legs down on the bed and leaned in to her, resting my head beside hers on the pillow. Kim hugged me tight and kissed my lips, and then my cheek. “Good night, my dear.” was the last thing I heard as the both of us drifted off to sleep moments after that.
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Originally Posted by
dvilla
getting a SP for Ting Ting, and just maybe she might be your wife…she just happen to know too many things about the recent bkk trip u had with ur wife, leaving you children at the parents house… pls prove me wrong….pls TS pls pls
Hahaha… I buy for her, doesn’t mean she don’t return me the money back. Afterall, the bike is she ride. She returned me the money for the bike eventually. The only things i bought for her are the jacket, shoes, gloves and the suit and boots.
Sure, those cost a lot too, but i was also making more than her from investments and some side business.
But definitely, at this current point in the story, she was closer to me than any others.
I should be able to update somemore tomorrow, but may be in the afternoon as i have a staff meeting in the morning and then client appointment until after lunch. If my staff meeting end early, i’ll update before meeting client.
Cheers!
Good morning bros! Updates incoming!
At 6am, my alarm rang. I got up and went to brush my teeth and pee, as Kim continued snoozing. When I was done with my stuff, I headed to the kitchen and took the bacon and sausages out from the fridge. Placing them in a metal plate for quick defrosting, I went to crack and beat up 4 eggs to a frothy yellow mixture. (pro tip: Not keeping your eggs in the fridge retains their flavor and smell, but they also spoil faster. That’s why if you cook eggs that are kept in the fridge, it won’t smell as heavenly as those tze char restaurants or carrot cake, orh lua stalls.)
Adding a dash of pepper and salt to the eggs, I continued to beat the eggs until the salt and pepper were distributed evenly. I heated up my skillet, and I placed 4 slices of streaky bacon in the skillet. Within 2 minutes, the fats on the bacon started to ooze out glorious smelling lard. I pushed the bacon aside, and added the 4 sausages in on the other side, letting it cook together with the bacon. Taking out two flat plates, I put it on the counter and waited until the sausages were thoroughly cooked and the bacon was half-crispy. I split the bacon and sausages on the plates, 2 of each on each plate.
Rinsing the skillet quickly, I turned and was about to head back to the stove when I got shocked by Kim suddenly appearing in front of me. She had worn a tiny tshirt and her panties back. She had a huge grin on her face and her hands were behind her back. Her nose sniffed at the aroma of the cooked bacon.
Kim: Good morning my love! I couldn’t help but wake up when I smelled the bacon!
I gave her a quick good morning peck, as I returned to the stove, heating the skillet on slow flame again. Kim watched me cook from a short distance away, smiling all the time. I scooped some butter and dropped it on the skillet, then picked the skiller up and turned it sideways and forwards and backwards, letting the rapidly melting butter coat every inch of the skillet. Then I beat the eggs again and poured it all into the skillet.
There are many ways to cook an omelette. The way I liked to do it is with a pair of chopsticks. It’s not easy to describe, but you can google “chopsticks french omelette” to see how to get the curdling done effortlessly. Kim watched quietly as I dragged the curds out to oue side, and then repeat for the other side. By the time I was done, two equal sized omelettes were on each side of the skillet. I scooped one onto each plate.
Kim took a breakfast knife and sliced the omelette open, and the the lightly liquidish egg spilled out, just the way a perfectly cooked french omelette should be, slightly runny on the inside. Kim set the table outside as I came out of the kitchen with breakfast. Then we sat down and ate after she gave me a big hug and a kiss.
We were almost finishing breakfast when someone knocked on the door. Kim quickly slipped back into the master bedroom to put on her shorts, and I opened the door only after she was done. Rhee stepped in as I opened the door.
Rhee: Good morning!!! \*sniff sniff\* Wow! That smells nice! Is there any left?
Kim: No… we thought you would settle your own breakfast.
Rhee: That’s mean. But ok, I got some cereal and some milk left I think, I’ll come back later.
Rhee turned around and left to get his breakfast as Kim and I continued with ours. Done with breakfast, I changed into my liners, and Kim changed into her jeans and a slightly larger tshirt, but not by much. The tshirt still exposed her tummy when she raised her hands up in front of her. Kim helped me into my suit, even though I had done it myself countless times.
My doorbell rang at 7.15, and this time, it was Bryan, Ann, and Yivonne.
Ann: Wah Jun! You look sibeh stylo! Like power ranger sial!
Yivonne: Hahaha! Yah, especially if he wear the helmet!
Kim: Eh, you two! Stop teasing my boyfriend!
Bryan: Hahaha… are we ready to leave?
Me: Almost.
I picked up my tiny slingbag which contained my passport and some ringgit and slung it across my chest. Then grabbed my helmet. Kim carried a crumplr sling bag with some water and her passport and stuff. Rhee emerged from Kim’s apartment, wearing a fully black suit and fully black helmet.
Ann: Wah! This one don’t know is black ranger or black panther! So black! Hahaha!!!
Rhee: You guys ready?
Me: Did you bring your passport and Malaysian currency?
Rhee: Yup, all inside this leg bag.
Me: Ok, let’s roll.
All of us squeezed into the lift, and headed to the carpark. After the girls got into Bryan’s dad’s Lexus, and Rhee and I got onto our bikes, we headed out to meet the rest under the BKE bridge.
We reached the bridge at 7.40am, and pulled to the side. At 7.45am, Jezebelle and Annabelle arrived. Jezebelle introduced Annabelle to everyone and they remarked that Annabelle looks like Jezebelle’s twin sister, despite them being 2 years apart in age. Rhee instantly orbited around Annabelle, as the both of them rode the similar class bikes. They chatted a bit before Ah Wei and Ah Hao rolled up in their bikes.
Ah Wei: Jun, I retuned my bike liao. This time hope can give you some fight! Hahahahaha!!!
Me: Hahahaha… most important is ownself enjoy and get personal best can le! Competition with others is secondary!
Ah Hao: Lanjiao lah Jun! Where got race no competition one?! Ah Wei almost everyday at workshop doing his bike, even spent almost $700 buy piggyback and dyno. Hahaha! He say must at least give you a good fight!
Ah Wei, Ah Hao and I laughed. Vivian arrived in her SLK soon after. After 5 more minutes of friendly banter, we got on our bikes and all of us headed across the border. This time round, there was no more speeding along the highway as Bryan, Vivian and Rhee were not familiar with the directions to the track. We briefly stopped at an eatery near the track, so the rest could top up on water and grab a bite. Ann kept complaining the whole way that she hasn’t had breakfast and Yivonne showed me teeth marks on her arm where Ann bit her for fun.
After everyone tanked up on water, food and fuel, we headed into the track. I explained to Rhee on the procedures and he followed. Same thing as last week, we paid for the 10am slot, then we went back to the pits and removed our licence plates and mirrors. Tyre pressures were lowered for track riding, and we went through the plan again. Same thing, cadence ride for first 5 laps to familiarize Rhee to the track, as well as warm up, then own time own target practice till 9.35am, then head back to pits to drink water, then line up on grid and have 5-lap friendly race again.
Lap timer emittors were placed on the pit wall facing the track, and we got on our bikes and started the engines as 10am was just 2minutes away now. Ann, Yivonne, Kim, Vivian, Bryan took up seats on the grandstand and watched as we rode out of the pits one by one to get checked by the marshal at the end of the pitlane.
Annabelle went first, followed by Rhee, as he has not been in this track before, and can take reference from Annabelle’s speed and lines. Jezebelle was next, followed by Ah Hao, Ah Wei, and I brought up the rear, as no one wanted to go behind me. The problem with 2 stroke motorcycles is that the 2-stroke cycle oil that lubricates the engine doesn’t combust completely into carbon dioxide and water vapour like petrol, and ends up being spat out by the exhaust pipes. If you follow behind my bike for just a distance of 5km, your car or bike will be splattered with tiny black oil specks. Annabelle and Rhee’s bikes are also 2 strokes, but Jezebelle follows behind them at a far enough distance to minimize the effect.
Once the first 5 laps of cadence were completed, I began to ride faster for my own practice laps. My timing dropped from the 2:45 of the cadence laps to 2mins. We put in lap after lap, and I was beginning to feel real good with the feeling on my bike as the air in the tyres heated up and got into optimal pressures. I decided to take a break early, and headed into the pits at 10.35am.
As I sat down on the bench and took a drink, Ah Wei rode in and parked his bike. I threw him a 500ml bottle of mineral water and he caught it, draining half of it immediately.
Me: How’s it going?
Ah Wei: Eh not bad. Ever since I set my suspension properly, I feel the corner like more stable now. I shaved off 2 seconds from my PB just now.
Me: Not bad! I think Jezebelle also went to change something. Wonder how fast is she now.
Ah Wei: I think chao chao also got 1:52, 1:53. She was following you quite aggressively for one lap before she eased off the throttle just now.
Me: Yeah, I saw.
Rhee and Annabelle, followed by Ah Hao and Jezebelle rode in shortly after, and after getting a drink, we headed out again for the one lap before forming up on the grid. This time, there were some changes. Rhee and Annabelle were the last 2, and they will have their own mini race. Jezebelle will start first, then Ah Hao, then Ah Wei, followed by me. Rhee and Annabelle have their own mini-competition, as Rhee had challenged Annabelle. I had wagered $20 on Annabelle. Only Ah Wei and Ah Hao wagered on Rhee. Looking at the stands, I could see some wagers going on as well, as money changed hands and Ann cheered at me.
Jezebelle revved her engine loudly as the marshal brought out a flag. Ah Wei and Ah Hao also revved their engines. The 5-lap friendly race is starting soon, and my aim is to break my personal best again.
The marshal waved off and Jezebelle shot into the lead, wheelie-ing slightly as the torque of her bike raised her front wheel off the ground, she took the hole-shot into the first bend. Ah Wei had a good start as well, shooting ahead of Ah Hao before the first bend. I entered the first bend right behind Ah Hao.
The first bend was a long right hander, and it wasn’t easy to pass Ah Hao there as he defended his lining well. The moment we straightened out, I shot out from his slipstream and shot ahead of him. Already, Jezebelle and Ah Wei had built up a substantial lead from Ah Hao. I left Ah Hao behind as I chased Ah Wei down. By the time I crossed the start-finish line to start lap 2, I was close behind Ah Wei, who was in turn, close behind Jezebelle. 2:06 read my lap timer. No biggy, as we had to factor the timing from starting from stationary.
Lap 2 was frustrating for me, as I often got close enough to Ah Wei to attempt an overtake on the corners, but he was not only a good late-braker, he also defended his lines well and closed the door on me 3 corners in a row. My chance came at the chicane, but I scruffed it by braking too late. In the end, I had to bleed more speed, and I ran slightly wide, giving Ah Wei a breather. 1:54 for lap 2.
I pushed much harder for lap 3, and my chance came at turn 4. By the time we had reached turn 2 in lap 3, Jezebelle was already ahead in Turn 4, already pulling away with a good lead. She must have been clocking 1:52s. I had grasped Ah Wei’s lining by then, and I knew exactly what he would do. I pulled my bike right up behind him as we hit the braking marker before turn 4. Ah Wei started to brake, as I delayed my braking by half a second and slipped onto the inside of the corner. Both of us cornered together, Ah Wei had to bleed some speed as I was on the inside, and he couldn’t risk bringing both of us down. At the same time he gassed his throttle, I gassed mine too, and I leaned lower. As we brought our bikes up I shot in front of him. Textbook passing move.
Now time to hunt Jezebelle down. All through turns 5, 6, 7, and 8, the roar of Ah Wei’s Yamaha R6 followed me very closely, he was not giving up and kept looking for opportunities to get ahead of me again. However, by the end of turns 9 and 10, I had pulled a small gap that allowed me to breathe easier. The roar of his engine was further away now. I crossed the line to start lap 4. 1:51. Jezebelle was already banking as she entered turn 1 about 75 metres in front of me.
Feeling the pressure of Ah Wei off my back, I concentrated on my lining and braking markers. My knee sliders scraped corner after corner as I closed the distance between Jezebelle and i. At turns 9 and 10, the chicane, Jezebelle continued to suffer as she had to drag and flick her heavy bike in that quick change of direction. That allowed me to close up the distance as I slid into her slipstream as we straightened our bikes and screamed down the start-finish line. I was close enough to feel the heat of her exhaust. 1:49 for lap 4. We start the final lap now.
If Ah Wei was hard to pass, Jezebelle was harder to pass. Her lines were near perfect, and her cornering technique was very good. She barely made any mistakes. She defended her lines even better than Ah Wei. I managed to dive on the inside on turns 3, 5, and 8, but she always fought back immediately, using the superior horsepower of her bike to overtake me immediately after the corners. We reached turn 9, with her in front of me, barely. Jezebelle headed into the corner first. My strategy was simple. I would take a wider line into the chicane at turn 9, and that will put me on the inside line at turn 10. Classic textbook chicane overtake.
I braked later then Jezebelle heading into turn 9, and did exactly as I planned at turn 10. Jezebelle stared at me as I shot ahead of her at turn 10, and she immediately gassed her throttle, trying to catch me back at the short straight leading to the final right hander to the start-finish line, but it was all for naught. I had a superior corner speed to her big, heavy Ducati, and her horsepower advantage wasn’t enough to catch up to me at the short straight. I entered the final bend ahead of her, and I raced down the straight to cross the line first, Jezebelle’s Ducati roaring loudly behind me. 1:48. My timer read.
After I cleared turn 1 on the cooldown lap, I took my hands off the handlebars and looked backwards. Jezebelle came up from behind and I waved at her and gave her a thumbs up sign. She gave me a thumbs up sign in return and we cruised slowly along the long straight before turn 2. Ah Wei caught up with us and gave us the thumbs up. Then we took turn 2 slowly and Ah Hao caught up. Annabelle was next. There was no sign of Rhee. We started to worry. When we reached the pit lane entry, the 5 of us entered the pits and waited. The marshal came up to me.
Marshal: Brother, your friend go wide, fall down in gravel, but ok, he coming back soon.
Me: Where?
Marshal: Last lap, turn 10.
The marshal turned to leave. And we waited for a short while before the van arrived and the Rhee entered the pits, helped by a marshal. Ann, Yivonne, Kim, Bryan and Vivian followed behind him as they walked over from the grand stand. Rhee’s bike was towed back to the pits. His entire left side fairing was scratched and there were breaks in his fairings. His footpegs and gear lever were slightly bent. His suit had multiple scratches on the left side as well, marking where he fell and skidded along the track and gravel.