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Published: December 31st 2010EDIT THIS ENTRY  Dick expected to
die in his sleep and he didn’t mind a bit, in fact he was quite
looking forward to it.  After several months of dithering, he
finally had taken possession of a motorized bicycle. He had
never driven a bike before. He didn’t even know if ‘drive’ was
the correct verb, or if it was proper to call it a ‘bike’ at
all. He wanted to call it a scooter, but that made him feel like
Dennis the Menace, so he called it ‘the fucking bike’. The owner
had taken him down to the beach, showed him more or less how it
worked and issued dire warnings against the power of first gear,
which would later be repeated by Dick’s genial neighbour. He
tootled around for twenty minutes, coughed up 12,000 pesos and
launched himself into Dumaguete’s rush hour, previously
described in his pedestrian life as ‘feeble’. After about five
minutes of unmitigated terror the