Can I make it?
Update: No I didn't.... -.-"
Voltmeter installed.....
After waiting for months..... I had finally gotten the voltmeter that I had been looking for. I had installed the voltmeter on my CBR600F4 back then and found that it is a useful tool to check the condition of your battery, rectifier and alternator coil. So no exception for this bike too :)
Before the installation, I had to waterproof the meter as it seems to be meant for car use. Fret not, with a little help of transparent silicone glue, I managed to seal the grooves up so that rainwater (or my bike wash water) will not seep into the device. The glue took only 5 minutes to cure but I did it a night earlier to ensure it is properly settled.
After ensuring the waterproofing is properly done, I bring it down to the carpark to fix the meter up on the bike. Installation only took me less than 15 minutes and I turn on the ignition key and voila! The voltmeter showed a sweet voltage reading of 12V....
Before the installation, I had to waterproof the meter as it seems to be meant for car use. Fret not, with a little help of transparent silicone glue, I managed to seal the grooves up so that rainwater (or my bike wash water) will not seep into the device. The glue took only 5 minutes to cure but I did it a night earlier to ensure it is properly settled.
After ensuring the waterproofing is properly done, I bring it down to the carpark to fix the meter up on the bike. Installation only took me less than 15 minutes and I turn on the ignition key and voila! The voltmeter showed a sweet voltage reading of 12V....
One-day blast up North just partly for...........
THIS!
Alan.. the last rider to reach the petrol kiosk
ERP unit secured with cable ties
Ya, that is one of the reasons we cooked up to ride up to KL and back to Singapore in just one day.... a total of 680+km journey just for Multi-Flavoured Mua Chee, AngKuGuay's Black Coffee and my favorite Luo Han Cooling Drink. Most will say we're crazy to go all the way just for those stuffs but compared to me going up to KL just to buy a guitar pick back then... this ain't that bad lah....
Arranged to meet up at Gelang Petah Petronas station at 6am in the morning, as we targeted to reach Kuala Lumpur before 10am. I was a little late, where Andrew and AngKuGuay with DaBitch is pretty on time. Alan and Carine was the last people to reach the station with Alan's new busa. In all, I'm the only person riding a different bike in this group (3 Hayabusas & 1 FZ1)
Arranged to meet up at Gelang Petah Petronas station at 6am in the morning, as we targeted to reach Kuala Lumpur before 10am. I was a little late, where Andrew and AngKuGuay with DaBitch is pretty on time. Alan and Carine was the last people to reach the station with Alan's new busa. In all, I'm the only person riding a different bike in this group (3 Hayabusas & 1 FZ1)
Alan.. the last rider to reach the petrol kiosk
Once we are all pumped up, we slipped into our gears and started off the journey. The morning journey is a wonderful one as it is cooling and traffic is very light. During the ride, my helmet bag came loose from the strap and dropped off from my bike while me riding at 150km/h! If wasn't for Alan and Carine stopped me, I wouldn't have known about it. Andrew managed to salvage my PDA holder but I've lost my chain wax.
We travelled at the average speed of 180km/km (thanks to the busa riders for being so understanding that my bike had a hard time catching up haha) along the highway. After Pagoh R&R, I and AngKuGuay decided exchange bike and ride all the way up to KL. Only one word can describe riding on the Hayabusa: Shiok! Despite my small size, I feel very comfortable riding this monster and you can't feel shit riding at 240km/h.. uber stable. However, the fun was short-lived as we got caught into heavy storm after riding for another 30 mins. Visibility was like less than 100m and we have to ride damn slow (<100km/h)>
During the ride, one of my ERP bracket screws came loose and the ERP unit almost came off the handlebar. Luckily AngKuGuay noticed in time and stopped the bike. We managed to re-secure it with cable ties... now lan lan have to go Seng Kwang to buy a new bracket for it...fuck... ($$$ flying)
We travelled at the average speed of 180km/km (thanks to the busa riders for being so understanding that my bike had a hard time catching up haha) along the highway. After Pagoh R&R, I and AngKuGuay decided exchange bike and ride all the way up to KL. Only one word can describe riding on the Hayabusa: Shiok! Despite my small size, I feel very comfortable riding this monster and you can't feel shit riding at 240km/h.. uber stable. However, the fun was short-lived as we got caught into heavy storm after riding for another 30 mins. Visibility was like less than 100m and we have to ride damn slow (<100km/h)>
During the ride, one of my ERP bracket screws came loose and the ERP unit almost came off the handlebar. Luckily AngKuGuay noticed in time and stopped the bike. We managed to re-secure it with cable ties... now lan lan have to go Seng Kwang to buy a new bracket for it...fuck... ($$$ flying)
ERP unit secured with cable ties
Despite all this events, we finally managed to reach a resting point near KL, where we make a final fuel pump before we ride into the city. It only took us another 30-45 mins before we reach our destination: Jalan Pertaling!
Resting point at Serembun, short distance away from KL
Once we had parked the bike, we made our way down to Jalan Pertaling. Reaching to this place brings back memories, and bring some pain back to me. Of course, we still have to go ahead with what we have come for: Mua Chee, Luo Han drink and AngKuGuay's favorite coffee.
Initially, that is what we wanted and what we came for... at the last moment we decided to walk to Jalan Bukit Bintang (think about Malaysia's Orchard Road) to shop around before heading back. So we window shopped and chilled before we decide to walk back to collect the bikes. When we reached Jalan Pertaling, the group decided to go for one more round of coffee before heading back and by the time we were ready to move off, it's already late afternoon.
The trip back is a real pain, as the traffic in our direction is damn horrible, filled with cars going towards Singapore as well. So we are not able to hit Gelang Petah at our designated timing, and we were pretty much exhausted from such slow ride that we took an extra rest point at Machap. When we reached GP, it is already 9pm, several hours behind our initially planned time. All of us are tired and sticky, can't wait to go home for a good bath.
Initially, that is what we wanted and what we came for... at the last moment we decided to walk to Jalan Bukit Bintang (think about Malaysia's Orchard Road) to shop around before heading back. So we window shopped and chilled before we decide to walk back to collect the bikes. When we reached Jalan Pertaling, the group decided to go for one more round of coffee before heading back and by the time we were ready to move off, it's already late afternoon.
The trip back is a real pain, as the traffic in our direction is damn horrible, filled with cars going towards Singapore as well. So we are not able to hit Gelang Petah at our designated timing, and we were pretty much exhausted from such slow ride that we took an extra rest point at Machap. When we reached GP, it is already 9pm, several hours behind our initially planned time. All of us are tired and sticky, can't wait to go home for a good bath.
New decoration on my bike hehe
Well now, since this is the first trip up with my FZ1... here is my take on this bike since I gotten it 4 months back:
The bike is damn torquey on the low and mid, able to get me out of situations very fast just by twisting the throttle. So far the bike can manage very well at 220km/h without much issues, other than the little wind protection I had to deal with. The bike hits 200km/h at 7500RPM on 6th gear, so I can estimate that the bike should be able to hit 250-ish at near redline. So far, I have not tried that :)
One thing I had to gripe about is the fuel tank. It is pathetically small (18L) which I had to really look for a petrol topup after 170km! That is if I'm riding at 180-220km/h along the highway. That's 12km per liter! However by computing the entire trip's fuel consumption, the bike hits a decent 15km/L.... not so bad after all.
All in all, the FZ1 is still a very competent touring bike, with very good low-mid range abeit its small fuel tank and less than comfortable seat. In my opinion, it is a versatile bike which is suited for both touring and some road cornering fun.
The bike is damn torquey on the low and mid, able to get me out of situations very fast just by twisting the throttle. So far the bike can manage very well at 220km/h without much issues, other than the little wind protection I had to deal with. The bike hits 200km/h at 7500RPM on 6th gear, so I can estimate that the bike should be able to hit 250-ish at near redline. So far, I have not tried that :)
One thing I had to gripe about is the fuel tank. It is pathetically small (18L) which I had to really look for a petrol topup after 170km! That is if I'm riding at 180-220km/h along the highway. That's 12km per liter! However by computing the entire trip's fuel consumption, the bike hits a decent 15km/L.... not so bad after all.
All in all, the FZ1 is still a very competent touring bike, with very good low-mid range abeit its small fuel tank and less than comfortable seat. In my opinion, it is a versatile bike which is suited for both touring and some road cornering fun.
Stolen bikes in Grand Theft Auto 4
Been playing this game on my PS3 for a while, thanks to my colleague for letting me try out the game.
Finally, by stroke of luck, I managed to steal 2 variants of the NRG900 sportsbikes. Stole a total of 3 bikes and parked in front of my safehouse.
Nice.....
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Been a month......
since things in both our lives changed. It's never gonna be the same again. Something that should have meant to happen in a beautiful way is utterly destroyed by my own hands and my stupid ego. Should I had realized this earlier both of us would have been happier right now.
Ya, I screwed up, big time. No doubt about that. While people says that both parties have their responsibilties to contribute to today's situation, one of them definitely will bear a bigger part of it, whom in this case, is me. She had given me countless chances but my stubbornness got the better of me.
Now, sitting alone in this little room of mine, I can't help but thinking back and regret all the things I've done to her which I shouldn't have in the first place. Looking at and thinking of her smiles just don't make things any better. I shouldn't have look at those memories they said but how not to? Especially when you have decided to spend the next chapter of your life with her and the next thing you realise that it is no longer possible?
In the past, I could easily tell people to move on when they are seriously hurt, not realising and understanding the pain that they are going through. Today I feel that exact pain and it is definitely harder to practise than preaching on it, especially when the best thing/event/person that had happened to my life had been crushed by my own hands.
Ya, I screwed up, big time. No doubt about that. While people says that both parties have their responsibilties to contribute to today's situation, one of them definitely will bear a bigger part of it, whom in this case, is me. She had given me countless chances but my stubbornness got the better of me.
Now, sitting alone in this little room of mine, I can't help but thinking back and regret all the things I've done to her which I shouldn't have in the first place. Looking at and thinking of her smiles just don't make things any better. I shouldn't have look at those memories they said but how not to? Especially when you have decided to spend the next chapter of your life with her and the next thing you realise that it is no longer possible?
In the past, I could easily tell people to move on when they are seriously hurt, not realising and understanding the pain that they are going through. Today I feel that exact pain and it is definitely harder to practise than preaching on it, especially when the best thing/event/person that had happened to my life had been crushed by my own hands.
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