Frugality, how our forebears built up the country that we(at least I do) call home.
Looking back at the previous post, where I was bandying about the list of wants, I wonder how much will I be able to contribute?
When living on borrowings, one can can either use it to consume or to invest.
If consumed, that’s it, no chance of being able to pay back the loan.
If invested however, at least there’s a chance of being able to pay it back!
Thus borrowing/lending is a risk.
Was/still am, considering to get a steep angled(78 vs current 74 degree) TT frame with a cockpit.
Looking at the cervelo p2sl 2008 @ 1k USD seems like a blatant consumption, rather than investment…
So perhaps to justify the cost(investment?), why not a fusion xcm TT aqua @ 1k SGD?
1k USD for frame, fork and seatpost alone, vs. 1k SGD for bike ready to ride (both w/o pedals)
Investing in the most intricate machine ever possessed by myself, myself.
As I told pingpong, if I do scrape up the $ to purchase the TT frame, I’ll only have time and the bike left…
So it’ll be secret training! Looping around LCK/coastal at nights?
No $ left for other things you see… heh
Expensive toys? Probably, if you buy it for the bling and don’t use it as well as you could.
The Korean Star Wong has Little Piranha on his soloist team, wonder what his p2sl is named as?
Would I be as crazy to name my bikes too? (I think I read somewhere that K named his Felicia!)
In the latter 2 weeks of December, I clocked around 600+ km, January 700km on Titan, only riding 5/7am.
If TT ever becomes a reality, I think that number will only go up and not come down?
One day I hope that a 70km loop with the JR will not be as taxing as it is today. 180km anybody? =p
Emotional support.
Zooming across the dam in the pre-dawn chill, beading perspiration as the twinkling lights reflect off the still dark waters, does have a calming effect on me.
Somewhere, I said that perhaps to go faster, is not to stress yourself out more, but to relax even further, if that is possible.
Up on Eric flyover, somehow the relaxation mode kicks in by itself and I ramp up into maximal spinning mode, zing zing zinging away…
With only the wind, the gears and the fighting off the specter of imminent lactic acid buildup, I feel freer.
Can never be free, if you’re generous, maybe only more free compared to normal…
Somehow crazily, I miss the tough, walled-in, tear less days.
It all seemed so straight and narrow.
The path of despair and despondency.
Dearth of warmth and comfy.
Is there an Eric flyover or Kranji Dam somewhere out there?
I bet there is. =)
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