Friends riding motorcycles around the West Malaysia peninsular in search of the next great adventure. Join us as we discover new people, places and experiences!
The WMLR has always had some kind of route planning behind it — at least in the earlier editions. I used to map out the route, book accommodation ahead of time, and line up destination activities, especially when we had a larger group. It helped avoid surprises and made the logistics smooth. But things have…
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In the blink of an eye, the day that always felt quite far away has arrived. The last day of WMLR. Thinking back, we’ve ridden through so many places — long, winding roads, sleepy towns, vibrant cities, coffee shops, rainstorms, mountain passes, and quiet kampungs. And today… we make the journey home. Duck Noodles to…
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I woke up early this morning — 5am again. After a rough night in what can only be described as the homestay from hell, I decided to start my day with a shower. There was hot water — one small mercy — but the room and the house itself were still as awful as the…
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I woke up early this morning — earlier than usual. Around 5-ish. I decided to head straight for a shower… only to remember there’s no water heater in the common bathroom of this homestay. So yes — it was a cold shower. Really cold. But strangely, I enjoyed it. After a while, it didn’t feel…
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We knew Day 3 was going to be a long ride, so we decided the night before to get an earlier start. By 7:30 a.m., we were all packed and ready, rolling out from Kuala Terengganu under a cool morning sky. Traffic was light, the air crisp, and the road ahead full of promise. We…
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Day Two began early — or rather, dark. I had stayed up late the night before writing up the blog, and by the time I got to bed it was already 1 a.m. But somehow, I still woke up at 4… then again at 5. At that point, I decided I might as well get…
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We started early in the morning, while it was still dark. I met Tony and Alex at the car park at Jurong McDonald’s. We gathered quickly, exchanged a few words, and just like that — we were off. It was the perfect morning to ride. Cool, dark, light traffic. The crossing at the Tuas Checkpoint…
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I keep telling myself I’m not excited. It’s just the next instalment of something we do each year. It’ll be spontaneous. It’ll be fun. I’m looking forward to it. But excited? No, not really. But that’s not the truth. The truth is… I’m excited. And I’m getting more so with every passing minute. My heart…
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Last night, I took the bike out for a spin — not a long one, but exactly the kind of ride that reminds me why I love doing this. I went from West Coast all the way to Yishun to pick up a lens from someone. It could’ve been a simple errand. But the moment…
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There’s something electric about the days leading up to a ride. The way your mind drifts to the road ahead, the itch in your hands to twist the throttle, and that subtle shift — where everyday life starts to fade and something deeper begins to stir. With the next ride starting next Wednesday, the feeling is…
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