It is late. The street lamps are alight. I pull up at the junction. I rotate my neck to loosen the muscles. The bike beside me is a Honda NSR SP 150 cc. The rider is a bloke in office wear, long shirt and pants, black OGK helmet. The light changes, and just as I am about speed off, the rider of the SP calls out my name, and then I realise I know him. Hanyang. We were in school together,neighbours who used to take the same school bus. He moves off and I follow. We stop by the side of the road and start to talk and catch up on each other's lives. Somehow that made me feel really good. Straight out of a biker life story.