Under observation.

I have finally discovered one cool thing about my daddy.

HE USED TO
RIDE
A
SCRAMBLER!

Come on, who would have guessed he actually owned a scrambler.
SCRAMBLER.
(Sorry, I'm just way too surprised.)

I know he used to ride. Yes, I do. He used to recite stories of his glorious days riding a bike and bragged about his accident. Why did I say he boasts about his fateful accident? I will get to that later.

I still recall those days when he would bore my brother and I about his bike stories. According to his recollections, apart from schooling at Singapore Polytechnic, he also took up some course in an ITE that was greatly related to bikes, motors and whatnot. Are you even sure there is such a course? However, my interests have changed. So I am hoping he would reiterate those stories all over again, and again, and again. Back then during his time, his scrambler cost only 450 bucks. Can you believe how cheap that is?

I am absolutely sure my daddy would violently object, refuse, forbid me to ever ride a bike, all thanks to his fateful accident back then. Apparently, he skidded in the rain, and ended up hobbling in crutches for a month. What do you get? I get my hopes dashed. But..

I still can't picture my daddy on a scrambler!

Oh, just shut me up!

I want mine a sports, in black, red/ green rims, followed by gold and silver.
Marry me.