Gone cycling

It's Monday and my Joo Chiat bike shop Uncle, who is in his sixties, was returning my Hardrock to me after helping me install the SG Labs grips I stupidly installed the wrong way.

"Rainy these days, hor," I said.

"Yesterday was ok," he said.

"I thought it rained," I said.

"Oh, wait. It was Sunday. I wasn't in Singapore, so it might have rained, I wouldn't have known," he mused.

"Where were you?" I asked.

"Oh, went cycling with my group, we cycled into Malaysia, about 140km in total," he said.

"You did that in one day?" I said, incredulously.

"Oh yes. On a bike not unlike yours, mountain bike with slicks. I'm not even the oldest amongst my cycling kaki, I am third oldest, I think. There is one in his seventies, and another in his eighties."

I mention the new 42km loop in the eastern park connector network and he says, "一下子就骑完了。" ("You'd finish riding that in a short time.")

When sixty-something Uncle Teck "goes cycling", he is talking 140km across the Causeway and back. Puts us young (and middle-aged) punks to shame, man.