The ride back from Bukit Indah to Singapore is easy. Expressways, long sweeping corners, and generally not much traffic. A recent ride was near perfect. The weather was perfect, especially if one was on a motorcycle. The day had been filled with good food, relaxation, and great conversation. Peter and I cruised along in the darkness, each lost in our reflections.
As we exited from one expressway to another, the long curved road was perfect for anyone on a bike. Balanced against the conditions and the tiredness that always seems to follow the end of a fun day out, we cruised well below the speed limit. Our calm was instantly shattered by rider in black leathers on a black bike at full throttle, all four cylinders howling into the night at what I guessed to be north of a 150 mph.
Even as I tried to control my fear, the broken calm never had a chance of returning. I could hear the thunder coming. It was now a familiar sound, only the one had multiplied into either or nine. At a much more sedate speed estimated at 120 mph, they were weaving in and among each other. Several kept pulling wheelies while accelerating onto the new expressway.
Wow, scary and impressive only begins to describe my emotions. Crazy and death inviting were in the thoughts that followed. In a short distance they exited, racing into and through the curve until this disappeared from sight.
As calm returned, I found myself looking at moonlit trees, the soft dark green shadows providing a perfect foundation for bright stars and moonlight.
As impressive as the first experience was, it is the power and awe of the nights that stood tall and embraced us as we rode side by side. The peace was stunning. The night air cool and inviting; filled with the smells of nature. I was certain that anything was possible – fast bikes as well as hope, compassion, and mercy. I was impressed; “Strong God, I’m watching you do it, I can always count on you.” (Psalm 59.9)