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Memoirs of a Motorcycle |
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In the confines of a factory nestled in Penang, I came into existence, one
among a group of illustrious 100 c.c. motorcycles destined for Kuala
Lumpur's bustling markets. Patiently, I awaited my fate in a quaint shop,
yearning for the day someone would claim me as their own.
Several weeks passed until a man, possessing affluence and seeking a gift
for his barely seventeen-year-old son, chose me. My allure lay in my
stunning crimson hue and remarkable swiftness, attributes that captivated
the young lad's heart.
However, my new owner proved to be a reckless rider, paying little heed to
caution as he careened wildly through town, placing us both in constant
peril. Time and again, I feared our demise was imminent, yet somehow, he
always eluded disaster.
But fate could not be postponed indefinitely. On that fateful day, my owner
embarked on a reckless escapade, attempting to overtake every vehicle in
sight. Despite a series of close calls, he eventually made a grave error,
colliding head-on with the back of a lumbering lorry. In the wake of the
devastating impact, I was propelled uncontrollably beneath the behemoth
vehicle.
Regrettably, it marked the end of his journey.
Rescued from beneath the lorry's weight, I underwent repairs and found
myself in the possession of a middle-aged man whose livelihood revolved
around newspaper delivery. For the next five years, I traversed countless
kilometers, carrying loads of newspapers through the bustling streets.
The relentless toil and countless miles took their toll on my once-vibrant
frame, despite the diligent efforts of my owner to mend me. Eventually, he
concluded that my days of service were drawing to a close. I had grown too
weary and weathered to be of any further use. Thus, I was consigned to a
motorcycle shop, where my owner decided to part with me, my components
stripped away.
Today, I stand as a mere skeletal frame, bereft of wheels, waiting with
solemn resignation for the day when I shall be sold for scrap, marking the
irrevocable conclusion of my journey. |
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