1st substantial post for some time.. I think my blog has become stagnant and it would only get worse in Q3 2007. But anyway that’s a problem for the future..

I was given an interesting problem last friday by my dad. Now for those of you who dunno, I have managed to successfully hide my motorcycling from my parents for the past 4 years or so. Add in the learning period and it would be almost 5 years. It’s not something that I’m proud of, though I may appear to be when you talk to me. Ever since young, it has always been a dream to be able to ride a bike, and with the dream so attainable, there was nothing stopping me but my parents. So this is a tiny workaround that sorta fulfils the conditions.

Back in nov 2006, my dad was making some money in shares n unit trusts, and he offered to sponsor me and my sis in learning how to drive. My sis din take the offer,but i did.. Eventually i passed with 1.3k of his money and 500 of mine in late april. So all was quiet on the car buying bit. Money has been tight in our family for sometime. Not that we are poor or wat, just that we dun make big ticket purchases like this.

Until my dad sms-ed me on friday. It was a long sms, spanning 2 sms. He went on about how mum loves me and my sis, done alot for this family n would be heartbroken if i ride a bike. He’s willing to get me a compact car in december if i dun ride a bike. So that’s the catch. Somehow i think that i’m in a scenario that economists would use to study game theory and assymetrical information.

I wonder how much does my dad really noe? I told my family that i passed my bike license recently, but i never said which license. I passed my class 2, which allows me to ride any bike and my mum prob thinks that i’ve just passed my 1st license. She’s starting to get paranoid and refuses to ride on my dad’s bike now (yes he rides!!!). Somehow i think he knows that I ride, cos he says strange things to my sis @ times. There was once when i went downstairs for supper, he asked my sis after i went down how come i never go further to eat, instead of downstairs. I would go home with a faint marking on my forehead due to the helmet lining, which is actually quite obvious if they look @ me.

So now i have a few options.

1. Tell him ok. That means to say i deny that i have a bike, and wait for car to come then i still keep my bike as a weekend ride. The problem with this is that he might wanna check if i own any vehicles or not.
2. Tell him no, i wanan ride a bike.. i dun need a car. This one would make him unhappy, and also if my mum finds out, all hell would break loose. I am quite sure of that.
3. Tell him that this bike i have to keep, cos it’s a momento to remind me of my friend who has been riding up in heaven for the past year. I will not sell this bike to any stranger, it has to be to a friend. I am prepared to give the bike away to a friend to ride as long as I am still the owner. The friend just pays for maintenance. Heck! i would even share in for major servicing.
4. He might just refuse to compromise and I would have to cease n desist all riding activities, which totally sucks ass.

For the sake of family harmony, I’m leaning towards 1 and 3. Talk about domesticating myself…sigh…