On a motorcycle built for two....

Since my car is in the hospital getting a nose job, Dad has been taking me to (and sometimes from) work on his bike.

We swerve left and right, between and around the cars and even when we ran all the red lights we could, I didn't even cringe once. Wow. I am still Malaysian!!!

Note to self: Next time, either learn to do it right or wear pants instead so as not to embarass self and/or flash everyone while mounting and dimouting motorbike again.