A: Riding motorcycle is dangerous, isn’t it?
B: You are asking a motorcyclist, thus my answer would be bias, don’t you think?
A: Right. But still, I think it’s dangerous.
B: *silence* You still want to hear my opinion?
A: Definitely. Go on.
B: You watch Final Destination, the famous movie?
A: Yes, I did.
A: *deep in thought* OK. I get your point.
If I get to choose a car over a motorcycle, I will definitely, undoubtedly choose car. But this motorcycle, I have considered it my friend. It had been by my side when I cried in the rain, when I ride under the hot burning sun and whatever weather.
When I saw people walking on the road under the scorching sun, I’m grateful I have it. When I saw people running under the rain while I’m speeding on it, I’m grateful. Whenever I saw a family of four riding on a shabby motorcycle, I’m grateful.
When the weather gets hot, I just look into the sky and I see beautiful clouds. When it started raining, I simply stare as the fog starting to form and the haze disappear, cleansed by the rain.
My mother asked, “When will you buy a car?” I answered,
“Just a little while, Mak. Just a little while.”