one loss is one too many..

As my circle of friends widen, so do some who will leave us permanently. A rider whom I grew to listen and respect, not only for his rides, but for his very tenacity in life. Despite the pain, he still rides when the chemo doesn't hurt and I harboured hopes he can fully recover. But it was not to be......mine and Kruzer's memoriam for him:

In Memoriam:
Bahati Bin HJ Md Noor
"Bat"
(1956-2008)

A zest for living must include a willingness to die - R.A. Heinlein

There was never a person I’ve seen who loves his riding more. Even in the last weeks of his fragile life, my brief conversation with Bat was only filled with his metal machines and how one should treat them. With love and respect.

A Kruzer to his very end, Bat had left behind his beloved family and hordes of Kruzer who still have yet to imbue with his enthusiasm. For those who have known him, they remember an approachable, fatherly figure who dispenses motorcycle advice with a feverish panache.

Despite the pain his treatment administered, he persevered and manages to meet up with the Kruzer fraternity when he feels fit to do so. In defiance of his crumbling body, he also inhales the fresh winds that only riding at night can provide.

Bat’s zest for living, and indeed for his rides, has never faded even in his last breath. I’m pretty sure that Bat has lived the life he had most wanted and would gladly do it again in a painless world.

Rest in Peace.