A minah rempit?

"When you have your nose in the air, it's difficult to appreciate the treasures that lie close to the earth..."

(2003 - Leisure ride to Frazer's Hill on my Honda Shadow...)

I looked up this definition in the Wiki. A Mat Rempit is 'an individual who participates in illegal street racing', usually involving under-boned motorbikes or a kapcai. A Minah Rempit must be the female counterpart…

I love to ride the motorbike even at a young age. I love street racings and skinned knees and elbows a few times much too often. Hubby loves to ride too. When we were in campus we used to own a motorbike. So when we had the opportunity with bikers friends we used to race each other and pushed our adrenalin to the max. A few years back when hubby decided to buy a big bike, I was ok with the decision for I love to feel the wind on my face again...

Was I a Minah Rempit? Am I still now?

When I passed my LCE and got enrolled into Form 4 Science in Sultan Ismail College in the 70’s, my abah was so proud of me and he decided to buy me a motorbike. That was the first vehicle bought in the family. The only ‘kenderaan’ we ever had was the old ‘basikal unta’ used by my abah to transport him daily to work from our polis flat in Wakaf Mek Zainab to the polis HQ in kota Bharu.

I was the first girl in school to ride a motorbike. It was the talk of the town. Helmet was not compulsory. I didn’t even have a full licence then. I began to join a group of bikers I met at Pantai Cinta Berahi. I began to spend my weekends riding and racing with them and we became very close. I began to avoid my girl friends. My boy friend disapproved of my association with the bikers as they were mostly dropouts. I was having a hell of a good time then and couldn’t be bothered with his feelings. Slowly, we drifted apart.

(1979 - merempit with the BBA gang in Langkawi)

After form 5 I was accepted to further my study in KL. With heavy heart, I left my bikers friends. In the beginning, every opportunity I had during semester breaks was spent with them. But slowly, my bikers gang began to split too. We grew older and wiser and had other commitments . I missed them. I missed all the fun. We have not crossed path since then but the memory I had with my bikers friends in KB will always linger in my mind.

p.s. To my bikers friends especially Raja Shah Z, where are you now?