NEC Ride : Part V

The next morning, I went down to Kuala Besut and get ourselves nasi berlauk for breakfast. It was 7:00a.m. Some of the boys are still dreaming. I see Abg Mat Noor is missing, he did say he had do deal with something before we leave. He called when I'm tapauing that he'll be back around 9:30. I get ourselves 13 packs of nasi berlauk and 10 sticks of pulut panggang.

Everyone seems to have a good sleep.


The looks on Epol handsome face testify to us all.


So do Abg Suindra.

After breakfast, we all geared up for another long journey.


Najib knows how to acts in front of the lens.


Two bro getting ready to roll.


Like any other day, we pray to Allah to keep us safe and guide us well through out the journey.

At 10:00a.m., we're about to head to my grandmother's place. I saw her the day before and she is excited to meet the boys. So I made a promise that I came by before I left. We all fuel up before the journey. Without warning, Hazmi's bike shows some sign of trouble. The bike gasping & chocking, like has not enough fuel. The fuel pump vibrates, it seems like a wiring problem. I called Ah Meng and ask his opinions, he suspected and asked to check on the relay. So we push the bike to the nearest workshop. Sadly, no one want to touch the bike. It's been too long since Hazmi wash it. Kidding.... They are not a superbike shop, none of them are, so it's risky for them to gamble on the job. Hazmi looks frustrated, but Fadhilah seems confident to solve it. So they both dig in themselves. I know this will take some time so I head the boys to my grandma house first, it's just a kilometers away. My dad and mom was there too. Hehehe... So I left them all to be interviewed by my dad while I go check out on them two.


Upon arriving, I saw Hazmi had strip all the bikes apart. Fadhilah went to get a fuel pump. That one seems to be the problem, so he scout for one in bandar Jerteh.


Limited tools and limited knowledge. We don't like limit this hour don't we. Hazmi strip down he's bike near a mechanic shop. Thanks to them for lending some tools for us to work with.


Hazmi checking for the fuse while I snap some pictures of him. Hehe. If this was Bedah, I'm sure X-Sara will have another good laugh. Ye Bedah?


More checking.


So come Fadhilah, he explains the fuel pump seems lack of power. So the fuel suck isn't as efficient as it would be. Thus, giving the gasping effect. Sound believable? Believe it. The fuel pump cost Hazmi another RM70.00. After fitting up the pump, I see that it needed few mod to survive our long ride, but we are still a minimal on tools despite of the kindness of the mechanic near by to lend a tools (I was hoping a hand). I pickup the old pump and went for a surgery. The contact point inside the pump looks wear-ed. Rectifying the problem with a sand paper, we try to fit the old pump back. Walla, it works. But it's already 1:oop.m. After that we 3 head out to join the boys.


I see the boys relaxing outside the porch. Hazmi got a full session of Q&A. A bike that gives trouble halts the program. But all of them boys are understanding and it feels great when everyone has no problem with it. Friends sticks to each other. Well done. Tap your self on your head, you guys deserve it.

My mom invites us for lunch. The boys thought that would be nice. She cooks ikan singam, telur dadar, daging, ulam and budu, and some ikan masin. A typical lunch at kampong style. I'm surprised how much Bedah likes to eat budu. Cayala!


Some of us got the covered parking space.


Not enough room for Poji and Hazmi.

Rains start to fall.

Hazmi felt he needed a quick wash, maybe preparing for another trouble. Hehehe...


Here's my dad. Epol asked me how old is he, I was biting my fingers. I really don't pay attention to it. I just hope he stay young and healthy always. Hehehe. He likes when he knows someone live close by, or places he use to go. So Fadhilah seems fit to kept on the conversation.

After the lunch, at the time was 3:00p.m., we need to start moving. I counting head that we'll be in KL sometime in midnight. Hmm... and there's Karak to go by. Not a nice idea. So the plan to go through the beach road stays. The road is much better condition from the normal Jerteh-Permaisuri-KT road. And the view is nice too. We stop at Penarik to catch some of natures wonder.


I leave the camera to Bedah and he snaps some good photos.


I like my bike close by, so I parked nearest to the shed.


Checking the GPS. I wish it was like 30km away only, or 1000km of sweeping corners.


This is discipline.


I can watch the sea a whole day.


Epol with his bike.


Hazmi enjoys the wind blowing through his hair. Epol like it. Huh?


It was Bedah idea to sit back and enjoys this. Nice idea!
(You should pronounce it as in the Winning Eleven game.. Hehe).

So off the relaxing. We head to Kuala Terengganu. Penarik had made ourselves the desire to jumps into the ocean. So we thought Eddy's chalet at Dungun will suite us fine. He did say Dungun, but he didn't say where. As busy as Kuala Terengganu is, we all got split and I see we are on three groups. Fadhilah and me, Mat Noor, Yan and Eddy, and Poji, Bedah, Suindra, Hazmi and Epol. Najib ran solo. Hehehe... I did stop at Rantau Abang but we saw the 2nd group just speed by us. Abg Indra's group just enjoy the riding speed. So I guess Eddy's chalet be out of the map. I SMSes all of them to regroup at Paka.


From Jerteh, we arrived at Paka at 7:30p.m.@#$%!!!
I clutch feels hard, dropping gears on the corners is a let down. Got my self a WD40 here, for a whooping of RM16, and case solved. So you think KL is expensive huh?


This restaurant sells lauk-lauk mamak.


3 days of hard revving. Superbike are built to last.

At Paka, we decide to have our dinner at Geliga, Chukai. The stops there are popular among busses. We got played with few rempit on the way at Kerteh. I gave them a signal that we're not interested. This guys are just like 20 something. Young and stupid. Just like us. Errr... We behave. I wonder this ride would be if Sifoo Is are with us. Miss him on the Baling-Gerik corners, Banding-Jeli, Jalan Pantai. If he was here I think he smoked them all and I'll be shaking my head from the back.

At Geliga, Mat Noor gets us sata. It was great, but a little bit spicy. A must try if you pass by here.


Food stall all in a row. Just pick one you like.


On this journey, Epol and Bedah find what true friendship are about.


Mat Noor promoting the lovely tasty sata.


Yan promoting the sata as well. It basically a fish with coconut. Little spicy because they add some chilli as well. Great stuff!


Cuttlefish is my favorite. Ask my wife!
But this one reminds me of Tremos bleeding to death. Such not a nice word to type to a food.
I eat them too la....


Everyone enjoys their late dinner.


Later that night, some of us feel the journey is to far and will be exhausting to resume. It 10:00p.m. after the dinner. I made a promise to my wife that I'll be back, so I think I'll get home and since it's Monday, I could cover all the work I leave for this ride. Mat Noor, Abg Suindra, Hazmi, Bedah, Fadhilah and Poji follows. Yan, Epol, Najib and Eddy stays for the night. This is the last snap for that night. We all tired as well, I think we pushed ourselves to the limit on this journey.
At Temerloh, I can't remember how much cans of Red Bull that I drank. But all of us safely reach home about 2:00a.m. You can see I'm too tired as well that I skipped all the snapping to Blog. He he he...

Thank you all for participating. It's a one great experience for me. It's a one lovely nice ride!
I'll be eager for the next one.

NEC Ride : Part IV

We stopped at the jetty in Banding to freshen up. The air was outstanding. When you live too long in KL, you'll appreciate so much of the differences.


We got this place for ourselves that afternoon. Few come and go, and later came a bus full of training soldiers. They were sent to the jungle and ordered to survive for the whole two weeks. No phone, no supplies, no map, just a Rambo knife, matches and salt. Hmm... imagine that. I think, if it's me, I'll cheat by tagging a GPS with me. Hehehe...


The bridge view from the jetty below. The mark on the pillar show how high the water level can come up. Some how, I think everyone snap a shot of the bridge from here.


Stretching while smoking. Or is that my knee is itching for not scraping. Hmm...


We did some photo session here. Something like the Malaysia's Next Top Model.
(I almost puke myself typing this).

After a while, we start back our journey. The route from Banding to Jeli is great too. Few patches in the early stage but getting better after. Me and Epol did some quick run on the corners. At some point, according to Fadhilah, you reach to the top of Titiwangsa range when you can feel the cool air while riding. I wore a leather suite, so I don't feel any. There is an RnR on the top, and you can see a breathtaking view of Titiwangsa range from there. It's so wonderful.

Our next stop suppose to be Jeli. But since it's to near and we all struggling with our self endurance, the tiresome & wearisome, we ride straight to Jerteh. The plan to enjoy Tok Bali's view was canceled. Around 5p.m., we reached to my home town. My mom leave the house in the afternoon, she and my dad go to visit her sister who'll go to Haj. They'll came back later on the next day. The timing seems to be perfect for the boys to roll around and get some rest. She even cooked for us before they go, leaving the fried mee hun and some sweetcorn for us.


Shot of my house in Jerteh. It's the same age as me. Fadhilah took the junction to Pasir Mas, his home. We gonna see him again tonight at Kota Bharu.

After the short rest, we are thinking to dive into the ocean at Mat Noor's place, Semerak, which is just around 19km from here.


Tank and side bag are just great for this kind of riding. A bike with a side box such as the GTR is better. Heh Eddy?

Parked at Mat Noor's house, we walk to the beach just few hundreds yards from his house.


Almost sunset when we arrived.


Walking the walk. These four ain't for a rush, cause I know they ain't diving.


This 4 are. Mat Noor way ahead showing the way.

I remember singing Tiga Sekawan in my head:
"Ada seorang kawan, namanya Ah Meng,
Dia juga berkawan, namanya Muthu...
Kami berkawan baik, sama sedarjah,
Belajar, bermain, bersama-sama..."
Why? It's seems fit as that time I guess. Am my lyrics right? I'm so lost in my childhood.


East Coast beach is the best. I'm loving it.


Me, Pojie, Bedah, Najib and Epol. Some other member feel unfit to dive in. Yan haven't got the experience on long ride yet, he still wonders why I asked all of them to bring sandals as well. Next time Yan. Remember always the sandals and passport OK?


That would make Abg Suindra who won't left a friend behind to company Yan.
While Eddy and Hazmi having they romantics moment elsewhere.

30 minutes in the sea is nothing! I felt like a 10 year old boy when Abg Suindra asked us to come in. I looked at my fingers and it's still not shriveling yet. Waaa... Why can't we get here sooner!


Heading back to the house.


Eddy just realize what a GTR would best do for.
The long ride crusing.


This looks weird.


Abg Mat Noor and her mom.


After cleanse ourselves, Mat Noor's mom perpeared some bun and hot Nescafe for us.
That is just wonderful.


Chit chat and planning what to do that night.


The moon is so pretty.


Out helmets shines by the flash light, not the moon.

Chit and chat, we proceed to Kota Bharu as plan. Fadhilah had prepare an ayam percik & nasi kerabu dinner for us, it on him. Thank you!
The ride from Jerteh to Kota Bharu is terrible. Not the road, nor the traffic, it is all of us to tired.


"Hmm... ayam percik ya... Come here..."


The food are great. But Najib & Epol think a bed will be better. Even Eddy who's behind Bedah agrees.


But I'm enjoying this every seconds.


Here the nasi kerabu with an ayam percik and daging bakar... huish.... Damn tasty!
You have to minus the fork and spoon to enjoy this.


Satisfaction of the pleasure. Kikiki....


Some guy looks at the outside curiously wanting to know who's bike parked at his place.

It's all just terrific, now it's time for a coffee. Abg Suindra and Epol know just the best place. The White House Coffee.


Here's the shop sign.


Amazingly great. The coffee are just nice. One of the best I ever tasted.


This table can transformed from a 4 feet to 8 feet.
And from the looks of it, it might be more than 20 years.


The price is ain't bad.


Abg Suindra gives it a thumbs up on the roti bakar, wait till he get back to his wive for not getting any for her. Hehehehe...


Coffee and cigars... err... cigarettes.


Epol says even the eggs taste differently. It is known that the White House Coffee kept secret on the preparation of their food. But they do sell the coffee (which Abg Indra forgot to buy.. sorry Mam, Abg Indra letih kot pasal tu lupa), pepper and jam for you to make it yourself at home. But that never beats having them at the shop itself.


A cup of coffee, a bread and a "power" sure put us back on our feet.