Bekas Pecah - Kepalamotor

Damage Case - Motorhead

Inspired by Salleh Drunk Bike.

It is merely 14 of us, hitting the road under the shining sun of Sunday morning. We were always young, and some of us are just too fucked with our dully life we had, typically.

So, we were always young and will always looking for something good to do to have fun with; something that would be good to share with the next generation of human being.

There were 10 of us from nearby neighborhood of Ampang- a total ghetto for punk like us. And there are 3 of others who lived in Sky Bunker. And one from my old neighborhood of Gombak, and there are some of our friends coming along by motorcycles and cars.

There’s nothing much in my head the day before we speeding up heading toward this cool place named Sungai Pisang. It is a good place to spend our days off, and it is indeed a good place for us- who has been sick and tired of this cool modern civilization. The only thing I do know is that, I might be having that tiring fun by paddling up to those haunted hills.

There are friends who could be nominated for the tittle The Most Good People as they spent some of their times to do some cook for us and I guess, it is good to have something delicious to share with others. Kudos to those friends who serves our lonely tummy with those delicious vegetarian foods and non vegetarian foods, and not to forget, those corns- it is indeed, kicking ass!

Anyway, after having some drinks with others last night, I am heading straight to my place as I do really need a rest as this is my first time paddling that far. I am not that fit and I am not that healthy so, I guess that would be difficult for me if I am not getting enough sleep and rest. So, I am going back home pretty much earlier than any other day and hoping that I am going to sleep well tonight without any of those scariest dreams about being chased by a nasty dog.

Yet, it is not easy task for me to get myself sleep so, with some help from joints that I have rolled earlier; I bet would be enough to get me a nice and sweet sleep. Yet, I am wrong and I am ended up sleeping late at 4 or maybe 5 in the morning and I had to get to the meeting point by eight in the morning.

This is my first long distance cycle and I would really want to make it as good as I can remember yet, I do ruin it.

Anyway, when I arrived at the meeting point, there’s only one of the crooks who was there and sitting at the stairs of the Studio of Noisy while the rest were upstairs still sleeping well like a lovely baby. And one of them still having this nice dream about college by the time I get there. Another one of them, sleeping well in front of the ice box and it is actually a good scene to see on the early morning of Sunday. It is good to see people having some rest with others in a same time.

So, we moved our ass and hitting by the road when all 10 of us have getting ourselves ready. And we took some pictures before we started everything and slowly, we hit the road while there are numbers of engined vehicles passes by our invisible machine.

We were heading to Sky Bunker to meet others and slowly, we were hitting the road with nothing much to expect in my head. I bet, this would be another crazy fun I will have with these crazy people.

It was 10 in the morning; I guess when all of us- from this ghetto of Ampang reached to that busy place where Sky Bunker standing proud against the land and we were standing by the side of that small alley where there are plenty of cars parked along the way. We were waiting for those Sky Bunkers Punks to get ready and shit so, by the time we were there and waiting, we do some talk and preparing ourselves with some jokes and fun.

By the way, our journey has not yet getting to anywhere yet one of our friends named Pidot has hurt himself after doing some good stunts in a park while we were on our way to the Sky Bunker.

We were laughing like shit all the way to Sky Bunker. Nothing much serious and life is still good, indeed.

After we were kissing ourselves good bye to that hectic Sky Bunker, we heading toward the third meeting point to meet Ejam and right after that, this whole fun turned to be funnier as we were riding on the busy road of this hectic town.

And there were 14 of us on bicycles with lots of characters and with lots of different ideas, lots of different interest yet with one only mission; to have some good fun between our legs- by cycling up and down the hills and giving ourself some good times with river and nature.

I can’t remember exactly how many hills have we conquered and I don’t exactly know how many kilometers have we all gone through. It was really hot when Mother Nature hitting us hard with the shine of the sunny sun and it is indeed the nastiest thing for that period of time. I guess the distance wasn’t really matter as that tense of getting hit by the sun has been brutally terrorizing our mind.

Imagine paddling up and down the hills with no shaddy tree protecting you from the sun and there were too many others vehicles which is too fast for you pass you by.

I am doing good, I guess for the first few kilometers yet when it’s come to the third hills I do think about quitting this shit for a while and trying to get some rest and shit so I have just push my bike for a few metres and reached at the top of the hills and getting ready to join others having the wheels roll faster like hell.

I know my limit and I am trying hard not to try to challenge it as I have this long way to make and I have this bike to be in love with. So, for most of the times, I do try to try my best to do well but not so hard.

So, we were heading to Sungai Pisang- this strange place where I have never been before and honestly, I have never heard about it before. It is so strange that I don’t even know it does actually exist.

For someone who doesn’t really into ‘male’ stuff such as sports and shit, this one ride is hella hell. Remember, I am not fit at all and I don’t really care about many things. I eat whatever I want and I drink whatever I wanted to drink. And having this long distance ride under the shining sun is way too painful for me.

I guess, some of them would agree to that, as well while there are some others who are strong enough to climb up and down with smiles on their faces.

We make few stops for some reason; there’s photography’s session once when we reached at this tall rock where we can climb up on it and stand there safely. So, we’ve decided to stop there and snap some pictures to capture the moment of the joy and sweat. Once, we stoped at the gas station to get something to drink and some of us went to the toilet doing some shit or piss and some of us who are not living the healthy lifestyle of Straight Edge, having few puff of the ciggies.

And we were laughing at those nasty jokes on everything and we were talking about few miles we’ve made before we’re making our stop. Then, after a few long minutes, we were hitting the hot road again with few of us has already stripping themselves down by taking off their shirts and there are few others just taking off their pant and cyling around with their sexy boxers.

I am just wearing my sleeveless non-punk shirt and my old pant with that old shoe of mine and a pack of bag loaded with an extra shirt and jacket.

It was quite painful for me to get reach at each of the top and honestly, I am having this feeling of regret for being there- being one of those crazy people.

It was a long and nasty hill we have to climb and I guess I have taken some time for myself enjoying the beautiful scenery of the tree along the way to Sungai Pisang. It is totally different from when you are riding on the road in that hectic town. It is actually pretty much chill to ride along the road with less building and less traffic light and shit.

I remember when I got reached at the starting point of the third hill. It is actually irritating me to see such nasty hill heading up, long and…long.

That was the time where I am having a thought of stopping and taking off my pant and wears only my underwear as the times getting hotter and my brain literally, boiled. I am giving up my cycling for some few minutes because I have to admit that I am not that good to push myself and challenging my own ability.

There are three of others in front of me but I am not sure how far there were and there are others left behind and having their ride slowler than me. This is not a competition or shit so there’s nothing for us to compete about.

There are busses passes us by. Cars, lorry, superbikes and sometimes trucks were our scariest companion while we were on the road yet; we were trying our best to take care of ourself and other, in the same time. For most of the times, we would not come apart from the ‘herd’ too far. If you are in the front, you will always waiting for others in some waiting point, and if you are on the back, you will always look after your mate’s safety.

After climbing up and down few hills, finally we’ve reached at the place people called as Sungai Pisang. There are cars and motorcycle of our friends parked by the side of the highway and none of them were there. They were already there as I believe they have reached there way too early than us.

To go to the river we have to walk for few minutes without giving us any chance to cycle. The lane was too small, and it is indeed too dangerous for any one of us to have a ride there. It is not a good idea for us, I believe.

So, all of us just pushing forward our bike to get through every single bushes we have to met before we could see that real cold river and a beautiful scenery.

We were tracking for minutes and finally, we were there with that typical sound of waterfalls and shit. We were looking for the best spot to park our bike and to have our soul wet. So, we’ve found one which is cool enough for us, according to Cem. So, that was it; we have reached at the point that we aim. We have finally standing on the aim that we have been pointing our ass at for some period of time.

I am standing on the wet rocks with some worries in my head; this is not my typical field and I bet I am the clumsiest son of a bitch who can’t really handle that almost naked nature.

I am still standing still under the tall trees while others started to be very busy changing and some of them, starting to unpack some good home made food and Cem was the first to splash the water up to our ass. You should see his smiling face as it’d be enough to tell about our fun having this journey on.

Yes, it is indeed a good investment to cycling up till this point when you see all those green trees and when you hear the sound of an insects and the flow of the water in the river, making the good music that would stoned you more than any other drugs.

There are some of us starting to set the fire for our baked corn and there are some others staring to jump into the water, having some good fun with nature with joy and smiles on their face.

Again, we laugh like a real fucker as we were having too much fun and we were actually having a real good moment.

I bet, it is kind of wasted for me to not bringing along my note book and shit. That was one of the most good moments to be remembered when we were 45 and we were too jaded with almost everything.

We were eating like hell when they started to unpack the food. There were noodle and fried rice, cupacakes, and some joy of sharing served in front of all of us.

We were hungry yet luckily we are not alone. There are many of good things and we share almost everything, including fun and love.

There was Shigo with a bottle of wishky purchased during his trip to Bangkok and Shigo is our new Slovanian friend. So, once in a while I’ll have some good warm mixed whisky. And some other time, I am looking for non alcoholic water as I am too exhausted for anything.

The fun began when most of us starting to get ourselves ready to dive into that cold water, flowing down from the top of the hill. Except for me as I am not into that things as much as any other else because when I was just a little kid, I spent most of my childhood inside my mom’s place or maybe, going out to play some ‘girly’ games and shit. So, diving into the water from the top of the rock wasn’t a nice idea at all for me.

Yet, for twice I did it.

For me, having that scenery watched by my naked eyes is just good enough as I believe, we haven’t really got any chance to spend our time together far off the busy city and hectic ghetto and having so much fun of sharing and laughing.

I guess that’s the reason why I am writing this shit out of my stoned soul right after I am getting back from that very trip.

There are some of us work hard on the firewood, and there are some of us just sitting there, watching others having so much fun and tears for laughing. Well I am just lying myself on the flowing cold water and having my mind getting out of my soul.

I want to be free even only once and I want to love something even for a minute. So, I have just closed my eyes andn trying to get rid of everything.

Almost everything and I am trying so hard to forget all those phrases of punk rock songs I have been listening for years and listening cafefully to the beautiful sound of nature. And for most of the times, I am trying hard to forget all those pains and suffer I had before and I am trying so well to give some real time for my body and soul to get some real rest.

It has been years I am not giving any chance for my body and sould to get real rest and I bet, it is good enough to be there- in that strange place called Sungai Pisang.

I remember this one friend named Cem who are too excited to be there as he spent most of his times, on the water- that crazy cold water and he smiles; all the way he’s colding himself down there. With cool tattoo in his chest he’s expressing his happiness and I am glad to be there to see all this shit.

For hours, they haven’t stopped diving into the water and it is odd to see such excitement they have in their head. There are one after another dive done by those fuckers and they seems to be like the happiest person in this whole universe.

You see, for someone like me and Cem, I bet we would love to seek for any kind of relevant excitement for us to kill this boredom of being a tiring labour for most of our days and for Cem, I guess it is harder as he’s doing some part time job, as well.

I believe, none of us who’ve been paddling hard all the the way to that place would say that this trip is nonsense and pointless. I bet, every single drop of our sweat is worth for this excitement we have in that forest.

We were talking to each other, sharing the view of our own with other and we have been talking about our trip as well, and I bet it’d be another trip, after this and I hope, for the next trip, I’ll be much more better than before so that I could smell every joy I supposed to have during the period of time.

Few hours before I saw most of them sweating like shit and having those faces of tiredness yet, for the next few hours, they haven’t stop laughing at all, and it seems like they always had these thousand of ideas of making people laughing like shit.

I remember looking at Pen Pen, paddling up with his short and he is totally topless and I still remember his tired face and that’s pretty much rare for me- who have only know him for this short period of time. That was before we’ve reached the aim point, the heart of Sungai Pisang.

Our friend, Zeezam Scum showing off his hairy legs when he wears only his boxer while Pidot with his arm injured and Is with his sexy black underwear embracing his ass from being a scenery for everyone else.

And me; I am just pretending that my eyes are the lenses for my camera- my only brain and I am trying hard to snap almost every single scene I have my eyes on. Those images of the wide sky and the green trees really fascinating me as I was amaze to see something else bigger than those tall building I am looking at almost every day.

I am trying to take those pictures and trying to put it on a real nice journal and I’ll write something lovely about this very trip.

It was a total sweat and sweet memories to have all those people cycling together, hitting each road, and climbing up and down every single hill with such determination and strength. There’s nothing much to compete about and there’s no medal to be won and it is only a small river and a good moment for us to remember while we were still have this stink breath flowing through our nasty mouth.

That was fucking punk rock and that was so fucking exciting to be there with every single one of them.

Anyway, after hundreds of dives and photos taken, most of us decided to called it our day as on the next day, most of us having all those boring routines to be lived on. I’ll be chained from 9 to 6 and others just have things on their own to do- some still studies and some others working their ass on something to make a living.

We’ve started to pack our things up and there are people helping each other with those mess and shit and some of us had begun to wash our things and getting ready to go out there- to the dumbest civilization we ever had and it took us a few minute to see the highway again yet, none of us ever feel kind of missing to hear all those noises again.

For hours, we were free and we were happy.

Minutes later, after most of us are ready to hit the road again we were crossing that big highway to make our way home. There are plenty of vehicles moves faster as fuck and most of them are well enough to be known as our worst nightmare if things would turn to be wrong.

We were devided to three groups when we were crossing the road. The first group to cross that fhat fucking road was a few of our friends, and the second to cross was few others including me. My heart beats faster than before and to be honest, I’d rather die for alcohol or drugs but never for road accident because that wasn’t punk rock at all.

And the third to go wasn’t a group anymore but, its only Cem and we were looking and giving him signals whenever the roads are clear enough for him and after a few long minutes he accomplished the mission.

We were smiling at each other and trying to give a hint to our body about the journey we have to make through, later. And there are images inside my mind everytime I remember those haunted hills we’ve climbed earlier that morning.

But I was wrong as the journey back moves faster then when we were trying to get our ass to Sungai Pisang. For me, it is pretty much easier to make our way home and like a pack of wolves we were ‘running’ through the side of the green and like a pack of the wolf, we were chasing our aim to be home earlier that day.

None of us, except Pidot was injured during that trip but Eizat’s tire were having some problems when he’s climbing down the hill and I was heading on the front with some others and we only knew about that when Pen Pen arrived at this stop point and luckily for us to still have El Pheng around with his motorcycle.

So, we were waiting for Eizat and the rest to fix his bike and as we were there Nana with some friends in the car decided to stay together even though earlier they’ve decided to make their way home. So, there a few of us waiting for the rest of the wolves fixing their machine, down there somewhere in the middle of the highway and the day was pretty much cloudy.

I was talking to Shigo when Pen Pen started to make jokes about other and shit and there were lot of people passing by as we were at the highway’s rest place. So, there were busses making their stop for the passenger to get some piss or shit. Some of them are just purchasing food from the outlet nearby and we were talking and having some few cups of soy bean.

It took us few more minutes and nothing much to do except talking and make some jokes and shit. Some are just too tired to have another laugh and some are cool enough to have that kind of strength to laugh like shit.

When they succeeded fixing Eizat’s bike, they are making their stop at where we were and some of them are exhausted enough as they started to buy some plenty of drinks and started to light their ciggies and started talking about things that actually happened to Eizat and as usual, we were making fun out of it.

Right after everyone were there, we are having some talk and decided to make another stop in Greenwood to get some food before we are all heading toward home. So, we were sitting there and having some foods and drinks while there are some of them looking at those pictures taken during our trip earlier.

I am sitting next to Pidot and Cem, in front of Jaka and Zeezam Scum and watching them having their late lunch together while me and Pidot having only water to drink. I might be too exhausted to get more food.

Hour passing by and we started to move our ass before dark so we have decided to go to Sky Bunker first and then, getting back to Ampang.

We took some more pictures while we were at the Sky Bunker and 10 of us, heading straight to Ampang when everybody are ready for another trip back home. We were too tired yet we are all having those crazy funs all day long.

After having some foods and drinks again later that night, I am off for my 13^th floor hell. I am tired and I need some rest as I have to work the next morning and it is indeed a good journey to have despite of all these pain I have. It is, indeed a good thing to do whever we are free, once in a while. It is indeed a good journey of learning about life and human’s abilities and it is indeed a good lesson to learn.

I am having so much fun and I am having so much excitement during the ride and it is almost imposble to forget about those rides and those hills we have ‘conquered’ earlier that day.

It was another page of good stories in my lost journal.

See you later on our next trip, punks!