i was getting worried that day.
coz the crank's kind of gone cranky and I've had to take the easy-peasy rides for the moment.
Because it's not too safe for a bummy rider like me who can't make sharp U-turns, who can't turn circles without panicking too much and who can't control her balance if she goes uphill and the crank acts up on her.
Yes, the crank has been in a sort of mood, and since I've no wish to tumble down any steep slopes, we decided to go to the beach instead. East Coast Park, or any park, for that matter, are great places when you just want to get some exercise, breathe in the air, gaze upon your surroundings and space out all at the same time. And whenever we want to have a nice, easy, comfortable ride, often it is to the park by the beach we go.
Now, lest you think that something significant happened there- which could, I suppose- well, nothing did.
Nothing but wind mussing about my hair, doggies out for afternoon walks, birds singing in the trees, joggers pumping their feet and ships dotting the curved horizon.
We went eastwards towards Changi Village but decided not to go that far. Instead we rode till the Food Center where we had a coconut each whilst watching a couple of girls try to figure out how to fit their plastic cup of blue-colored soft drink into the bottle holder of their rented bike. And after that we dodged groups of children who somehow decided to brake right there in the middle of the path and look around them, not caring that they blocked everyone else going to and fro. And there was one time where we also sidestepped biking couples who decided to be lovey-dovey on the bicycles and ride side by side in the middle of the lane. Lots of things can happen on the bike lanes at a Park as busy as this, I tell you.
Finally we stopped at Bedok Jetty and spent a pleasant, relaxing time basking in the sunshine, savoring the winds, watching the waves crash against the pillars as the tide came in, peering into the plastic bags and boxes of the anglers to admire their catch and sniffling in the fishy smells that a place like Bedok Jetty will have.
Because it's not too safe for a bummy rider like me who can't make sharp U-turns, who can't turn circles without panicking too much and who can't control her balance if she goes uphill and the crank acts up on her.
Yes, the crank has been in a sort of mood, and since I've no wish to tumble down any steep slopes, we decided to go to the beach instead. East Coast Park, or any park, for that matter, are great places when you just want to get some exercise, breathe in the air, gaze upon your surroundings and space out all at the same time. And whenever we want to have a nice, easy, comfortable ride, often it is to the park by the beach we go.
Now, lest you think that something significant happened there- which could, I suppose- well, nothing did.
Nothing but wind mussing about my hair, doggies out for afternoon walks, birds singing in the trees, joggers pumping their feet and ships dotting the curved horizon.
We went eastwards towards Changi Village but decided not to go that far. Instead we rode till the Food Center where we had a coconut each whilst watching a couple of girls try to figure out how to fit their plastic cup of blue-colored soft drink into the bottle holder of their rented bike. And after that we dodged groups of children who somehow decided to brake right there in the middle of the path and look around them, not caring that they blocked everyone else going to and fro. And there was one time where we also sidestepped biking couples who decided to be lovey-dovey on the bicycles and ride side by side in the middle of the lane. Lots of things can happen on the bike lanes at a Park as busy as this, I tell you.
Finally we stopped at Bedok Jetty and spent a pleasant, relaxing time basking in the sunshine, savoring the winds, watching the waves crash against the pillars as the tide came in, peering into the plastic bags and boxes of the anglers to admire their catch and sniffling in the fishy smells that a place like Bedok Jetty will have.