Midliferide: Malaysia

So where to go? This is the question. I had a few considerations. How far can I actually ride in a day? I've never done more than 150km. And without a touring seat my arse is gonna hurt something awful about halfway through that. No saddlebags, so my backpack might start annoying me as well. Finding suitable spaces to stay in between long stretches of villages and plantations might also be challenging. Not to mention I had a 12l fuel tank that could do more than 150km; exactly how much more I don't know. But I didn't want to spend any amount of time pushing a 250kg bike along a country road. First leg of the journey is to Desaru, where we'll have a family weekend together. Two days later, the family would head home, and I would head off. Maybe 1 night in Endau, next night in Cherating and then across to the west coast. Or first night in Tasik Chini, which would make this leg too long and the next one (to Cherating) too short. I explored all options and directions, a

So here's a little background. Ever since I was 17 years old and watched the likes of Lorenzo Lamas and John Stamos ride their unforgettable Harley-Davidsons while playing very forgettable roles, I made it a mission to own one of these beauties. Then I saw the price tag, and I said, "Ok, maybe not now, but definitely by 40. A very small one." Last year I turned 39 and still hadn't got my riding license. I reminded myself of the dream, reminded myself that I don't want to look back one day and see that I sold my rock-n-roll soul and didn't make enough time for - well - rock and roll. I didn't want to be that kind of role model to my kids. So I signed up for lessons, bought the bike, broke my leg (completely unrelated to motorbikes, or my mother would not let me hear the end of it) got the bike, finally healed enough to ride again, passed my test on the third try. All before my 40th birthday. Hardest thing I ever did. Ain't it a beaut? Harley-