Chinese Translation by my dear wife,Wu JinFeng
这是我的自行车。我人生中的第一辆自行车。它是我利用假期在书店打工赚取的微薄薪水慢慢累积换来的。它虽然没有顶级性能，却标志着我生命中一个非常重要的阶段：年少的我凭藉自己的力量圆了自己的一个梦想。那年，我还是个口袋里没几个钱的中一学生。我记得走进一间位于后港的自行车店，帅酷地跟老板说： 给我一部Racer自行车! 他不假思索地说：就这部吧！钢的，Shimano日本牌， 很不错哟！我不记得我们之间完整的对话，却牢牢地记住了心头儿的那股热。那发亮的银色, 干净的线条，怎么看都令人炫目着迷。唯一的遗憾就是车身太高大不符合瘦小的我，而我呢，左看右看，也知道自己的“财力”有限，也只能够欣然接受它的“缺陷美”，买下它！
这辆自行车盛载着我率性精彩的童年，我渴望重新拥抱它！我走访了很多间自行车店，得到的答案都相同：不要修复啦，丢掉它，去买一台新的，比较划算！我努力地告诉他们--它很特别，他们只是一笑了之。几番折腾后，我在朋友的介绍下找到了一间由三个大男孩联手打理的店铺TR Bike。L、C 和H，这三个大顽童在听了我的故事后，没把我当傻子，只说：放心好了，我们会好好照顾它的！
New Old bike
The poor bike have been standing there for a long time. It was a sad mess and the fram have a lot of scratches and rust spot. No major dents but thoroughly covered in dust and cobwebs. Rim wise, it was worn, useable and the spokes rusted. Cheng Sin Tyres deflated, hardens and cracked. It was just sitting there quietly for 20 years in my mum’s basement.
It was my bicycle. My very first bicycle. The bike I had bought using my first monthly salary working at the local bookstore. It wasn’t the top of the line bicycle but nevertheless it marked a very important phase of my life. I was in Secondary 1 and didn’t have a lot of money. I remembered the awe I had going to the bicycle shop at Hougang. I just told the shop uncle “ erh.. I want a racer and In a blur he sold me this bicycle with the words “ It is a steel frame, shimano parts, very good one” I couldn’t remember the full conversation but I remember distinctly how the bicycle looked. It was shiny and silver. Pristine and clean. A size too big but it was just the right price.
With the bicycle, it was like having wings. I could explore the neighborhood and ride anywhere. It was my magic carpet and very liberating. Magical if u considered that I didn’t have lights nor a water bottle.
Powered by youth, I keep riding. It is amazing to feel the wind on my face. I rode from my home at Serangoon Gardens to Punggol End. Approaching Punggol was quite an adventure as it was still very forested and windy. I really didn’t know where I was heading. I just followed the road to the end of the jetty. Then turned back and rode home. Thinking back, I actually even rode on the ECP expressway once. For that ride, I was stopped by a policeman who told me that bicycles are not allowed on expressway. I honestly didn’t know that. Mr Policeman was smiling when he told me that. As if he also had done the same thing as I did when he was a schoolboy.
This bike is full of my childhood memories. I had to restore it. I spoke to many shop and all just told me to throw the bicycle away. That is was not worth it. I tried telling them about my childhood memories but they just laughed it off.
And eventually I found a shop by the name of TR bikes who agreed to help me. When I told TR bikes Lytnen, Chris and Henry my story, Chris looked at me and said. “Dun worry bro, we will take care of it. 2 weeks passed and I received a call from Chris. “The bicycle is ready.. come and see it….” I rushed down. Heart pumping and sweating. It was a beauty! Small changes and you can still see the scratches on the frame. I decided to leave it as is. Like battle scars and not shiny. The bike beckoned me to ride it and I did. Just a single speed, no fussing with gears. I pedaled and the bike moved forward. Just like old times. Wind in my face and I smiled. Welcome back old friend!