Finally a bike that runs on 100% BD!
the max speed is 210kmh.....
http://www.thecrucible.org/about/diemoto.html#4
looks like a bike from mad max thunderdoom!
wonder when a commercial model would be avaiable.....?
Friday, September 21, 2007
Bike on 100% Biodiesel breaking land speed record
Finally a bike that runs on 100% BD!
the max speed is 210kmh.....
http://www.thecrucible.org/about/diemoto.html#4
looks like a bike from mad max thunderdoom!
wonder when a commercial model would be avaiable.....?
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
I made it!
timing is out finally!
Swim 00:49:15 Swim rank 133
Bike 03:55:46 Bike Rank 185
Run03:44:59 run Rank 189
total 08:29:59
Overal rank in category 189
I made it to become Singapore's first "Last Ironman"
IT was a nail biting one sec!
Swim 00:49:15 Swim rank 133
Bike 03:55:46 Bike Rank 185
Run03:44:59 run Rank 189
total 08:29:59
Overal rank in category 189
I made it to become Singapore's first "Last Ironman"
IT was a nail biting one sec!
A very long day
It is finally done.
I have signed up for the Inaugural Ironman 70.3 Singapore during the Race Expo of Singapore Marathon in Dec 2006. that was 9 months ago.
I was 9 months of training almost every weekend, 3-6 sessions a week, some involving jumping into frigidly cold waters at nights for swim training while others are keeping warm at home.
Race day went as planned. at least for the beginning until accident struck,
I fell off the bike.
In a freak accident, i lost balance when my cleats suddenly came off the pedal and i crashed into the road kerb. My first thoughts, as i was lying flat on the road, was "this sucks!". that i would have to give up the race.
Then i realised that i may still have a chance when i realised i could walk. the medic gave me a dressing as i assess my bike-
1) handlebars are bent
2) chain is stuck between hub and cassette
3) Rear D not responding
so i struggle with what i have to get up and going again.
the rest of the bike trip was done at a dismayal speed and i had to climb Sheares bridge with the gears stuck to the biggest ratio. Throughout the bike leg, i was too busy managing the bike to really take stock of my wounds. I know i have a wound on my head as i could taste blood as it flows down my chin.
"To complete no matter what " was the only thought on my mind when i decide to squeeze water over my head to cool down towards the last lap. Bad Mistake. The water was actually power drink , i.e. saline, and within seconds the wounds starts to react to it....like a hundreds ants biting u all at once.
Made it to T2 finally. It took another few minutes of time lost for some medic to apply a really inadequate dressing and i was off to run. As i walk out of T2 i realised i could not bent my left knee. And the only choice i have is to try to walk really fast. And so it became a 21km brisk walk.
Rain started to pelt down as i pass Kallang and the dressings gave way and the pain was very sobering. Each drop of rain that hits the spots sends a tiny shock to the brain, it was like some kind of sadistic torture. The more sadistic experience is having to go thru rain and sun and then rain again as i walk the lonely road.
When i came round on my first lap, i saw the familair faces of my love ones and my friends. some of them with a pretty shock look when they realise the stat i am in. Ju and Mei held up a fantastic banner saying " Ah Ku You Are My Hero"
The cheering and support gave me the determination to finish whatever i have started.
the next time i got back to T2 i was hoping to still have a chance to cross the line before cut off. And Terence started the las stretch of the race walking next to me and shouting at the onlookers to give way.
As i turn into the finaly 100m strech i could see some people shouting to me that i could still make it and i started to run. forgetting the pain and willing my legs to push forward at all cost.
Cross the line and fell. Not from exhuastion but from the knee seizing up.
Yes i have cross the line. Finished what i started and i could give nothing more.
It's been a long day.
I have signed up for the Inaugural Ironman 70.3 Singapore during the Race Expo of Singapore Marathon in Dec 2006. that was 9 months ago.
I was 9 months of training almost every weekend, 3-6 sessions a week, some involving jumping into frigidly cold waters at nights for swim training while others are keeping warm at home.
Race day went as planned. at least for the beginning until accident struck,
I fell off the bike.
In a freak accident, i lost balance when my cleats suddenly came off the pedal and i crashed into the road kerb. My first thoughts, as i was lying flat on the road, was "this sucks!". that i would have to give up the race.
Then i realised that i may still have a chance when i realised i could walk. the medic gave me a dressing as i assess my bike-
1) handlebars are bent
2) chain is stuck between hub and cassette
3) Rear D not responding
so i struggle with what i have to get up and going again.
the rest of the bike trip was done at a dismayal speed and i had to climb Sheares bridge with the gears stuck to the biggest ratio. Throughout the bike leg, i was too busy managing the bike to really take stock of my wounds. I know i have a wound on my head as i could taste blood as it flows down my chin.
"To complete no matter what " was the only thought on my mind when i decide to squeeze water over my head to cool down towards the last lap. Bad Mistake. The water was actually power drink , i.e. saline, and within seconds the wounds starts to react to it....like a hundreds ants biting u all at once.
Made it to T2 finally. It took another few minutes of time lost for some medic to apply a really inadequate dressing and i was off to run. As i walk out of T2 i realised i could not bent my left knee. And the only choice i have is to try to walk really fast. And so it became a 21km brisk walk.
Rain started to pelt down as i pass Kallang and the dressings gave way and the pain was very sobering. Each drop of rain that hits the spots sends a tiny shock to the brain, it was like some kind of sadistic torture. The more sadistic experience is having to go thru rain and sun and then rain again as i walk the lonely road.
When i came round on my first lap, i saw the familair faces of my love ones and my friends. some of them with a pretty shock look when they realise the stat i am in. Ju and Mei held up a fantastic banner saying " Ah Ku You Are My Hero"
The cheering and support gave me the determination to finish whatever i have started.
the next time i got back to T2 i was hoping to still have a chance to cross the line before cut off. And Terence started the las stretch of the race walking next to me and shouting at the onlookers to give way.
As i turn into the finaly 100m strech i could see some people shouting to me that i could still make it and i started to run. forgetting the pain and willing my legs to push forward at all cost.
Cross the line and fell. Not from exhuastion but from the knee seizing up.
Yes i have cross the line. Finished what i started and i could give nothing more.
It's been a long day.
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