Scott sees his friends as brothers and sisters. Design to fit into his interest and well adjust to family like relationship. Its just great and good times.
She believe in everything and so do Scott. But Scott put much of his believe to his chain of friends.In which later cut his heart for friends that betray his trust and frienship. He is now steeping into new route. To destination that can be a feeling of calm and security.
Breathing peacefully and head up. He walks with people that allows him dream and imagine to a world that far beyond ordinary state of mind. Like he always did when he was at young.
Scott and others like Nick, Zamir, Apis and Stanley have a hell of great time. Boys with Bikes those days. They can be claim as the Road Heroes of Kuching. Spent most of their time cycling and mountain biking around town. Scott used to ride to his school, go to his late Grandpa's house and lazy rides every evening.
On mid year of 1999. The black, sad day. Bitterly awful for him to remember.
"Sam, i got to win man.My only chance to earn that title."
"Dude, i bet you will. The whole team are looking forward for your victory and our pride"
" Yupe!. Its going to be my Third Title. Spread the word dude"
" Haha, go get it Scott!"
Its a 2KM uphill and 5 KM downhill challenge. Tough and rough. Dirt and ugly. The final course to determine the King of Down Hill..King of Santubong. The most exclusive title for young bikers like Scott. His confident are higher that the great mount. The uphill journey took him the third placing for time score. He need to be faster than that. Up on the second peak, his ego and bravery called for one-on-one challenge. Who Albert of Irish challenged Emanuel Gambit from Sarawak that later end his life 800m before the finish line.
He Smile when Shaharul, who is also his team mate took the deal. Both race fiecely dowhill. It was a simple route. Lots of straight cut and simple turning. He was like few seconds away from Shaharul. Sweats drops like rain falls. He can hear friends shouting his name. Some of them are behing the course line.
Scott take some time to wave at them. on a 15 meters aways to the last straight and then 6 rough turns on 35 digs downhill, he took a deep breath and ride as fast and he can. Approaching the first turn, he smoothly turn left down 5m right and that third turn of 10m changed his dream to nightmare.
"Yes,that turn ..yes"..
"Owh bloody shit"
Kapish..kedebook..and end
Scott felt down the clift. 20m away from the course and about 50meter depth. Medium thick jungle.
" Scott.. Scott...wake up..."
" Bro wake up..we are here"
" W4T4F4K....what where am i?"
"Lucky you are still on earth my friend. Sorry we are late"
"Blood or scar"
" Sir, broken knee and some bruise"
" What...arghhh..damn..arghh"
"shit...shut up.."
Scott...Scott...
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