From Petaling Jaya, the journey was smooth.
We reached the Jalan 223 interchange and the tunnel that goes underneath it was closed for repairs.
Michelle and I was waiting at the traffic light and right behind us, I noticed the sound of a car jamming its brakes.
I turned around and saw a security guard's van.
The guy had his window rolled down and I didn't pay much attention to him.Then, a motorcyclist pulled over.
It was an old Chinaman and he was mumbling to himself.
I was at the ready with my large can of pepper spray on my Camelbak's side pouch because he mentioned "Samun" (rob) a few times to a fellow motorcyclist.
When the light turned green, we proceeded with caution. Holding the pepper spray cannister on one hand with the safety off, I was waiting for his move.
He overtook us and sped off.
My take on this: the old man may be delirious, but you can't be too trusting or too sure.
We cleared the GAB brewery tunnel with no signs of the old biker and made our way towards the Subang Jaya interchange.
Once we exited the lane, it was smooth sailing all the way..
By the time we got home, it was already 6:30pm.
We clocked-in at 73.8km on the ride to KL and back.
Traffic was a breeze and we were just lucky enough to recover a busted inner tube and surviving some psycho on a motorbike.
Nothing untowardly happened during the ride which was a blessing to us..
TWO WHEELER'S LANE: Cycling along the Federal Highway's motorcycle lane towards Subang Jaya
"It was an old Chinaman and he was mumbling to himself.
I was at the ready with my large can of pepper spray on my Camelbak's side pouch because he mentioned "Samun" (rob) a few times to a fellow motorcyclist."