We turned left at the junction after Yishun Dam, going along the reservoir before entering the highway. With a firecracker burst, Terence sped off like a bullet into the night. I dropped a gear to try and catch up, but it got too cold and I had to slow down. Somewhat recklessly, it was possible because there were very few cars at this hour, I switched my backpack over to the front to act as a wind-shield. In order to do that I had to take both hands off the handlebar of the bike, but I was confident that there would be no wobbling. I have come to appreciate the superior handling of an italian bike, some SP riders may be cynical, but really you can't compare a bike assembled in Thailand with fine Italian engineering. You choose an SP or a Phantom out of pragmatism, but you choose a Planet because you fall in love with it.

Going past Bishan, the spotlights from the Mrt depot draws my attention. I slow down for a moment, the new brakes from JB bite firmly and silently.I guess I will always feel that jolt of memory, bitter-sweet everytime I am in the vicinity. I feel my handphone vibrate, it's Jos saying goodnight. I slot my phone back into my pocket and then I pull down my visor and drop 2 gears.