so the bike lover says

oooh!!!! ahhhhh!!!!! haahhahaha!!!!

went over to scotts (bikers' city) with Mark today....
service thr is excellent... best part is... the owner is a guards boy too! better still... he has a cute niece who keeps laughing when i ask her how to servcie my speedometer.

learned lots of things today... can't wait for my hands on in repairing bikes.
i wouldn't dare to repair my bike... u know like in case it self desrupt halfway cos of my negligance or ignorance or other forms of mishaps. somehow i don't getting hurt(weird) i just don't wanna get my bike hurt. I luv to sit in comfort, relax after a tense moment of rushing the bike to the reapir shop, getting answers to wat if wat if... knowing that my hands are in the safe hands of a mechanic(one who can cycle and appreciate bikes too rather than just repairing bikes... thr is a diff... ppl who own shops, sucking up money like no one business(its damn ex. i sure hope one day there will be a price wall) at ECP belongs to the later...single trek, bike city, boon is like a family who welcomes you when u come in with little problems

650 CC wheels, continental tyres
8-speed dura ace gear set
53cm steel frame
look fork
itailia seat
look bottle cage( $80 holder for my bottle)

and soon to be added on dura ace pedals
just as shown:





its a classic!!! well said guards boy'88
i spent almost 2 hrs in the shop as mark and i conversed with the 2 gentlemen and a lady... and they have a cute dog running round the place!!!(wat breed, sorry i don't know... i just knows its cute for my standard)

just as army is public so called number one enemy, its also a gd topic starter.
"oh you guys from army."
"work like commandos but paid less than them? i think we are from the same family brothers."

no words needed to descibe our unit...nth needed to show how touch our trg is. Thats the pride
and comaradarie of a guardsman which runs for generations.

competition drawing near, tmr will be presentation of attire and shoes by 1 star general....
this is going to be my proudest moment: to wear a jersy which bears the name of guards