Stories of KK

  What were we doing at a European car showroom on a Wednesday afternoon? It’s all terribly exciting, because we were there to collect a brand-new vehicle. But it wasn’t a car. It was a bike. A motorbike. A 1,200cc BMW motorbike, model R1200R. How did we get here? One, it was necessary. With his freelance work, KK found himself having to travel to places in Singapore with no buses or MRT stations and which no taxi driver wants to go to at all sorts of odd hours. Like in far-off Mandai, or to Jurong Island. Can he take the family car? I said yes, he can have it, the kids and I can bus and cab around. That was my preferred option. He said no. Can he get a second car? Both of us agree, no way. Two, it’s on his bucket list. He's missed riding since he sold off the Harley nine years ago. Since he needs a bike, he will get one that he wants. Yeah, he did the whole checking out second-hand bikes thing, but all his research ultimately led him to BMW. In preparation for re-entry into the wo