Jalan Mt Erskine, the road going past the old Hokkien cemetery. I'm forty feet behind one of those big white maxi scooters. On board is a man and two children. One of them, a boy, hears my bike and I can see him constantly turning his head back to look. I catch up at the little junction that connects the cemetery's entrance to the main road. The kid is wedged between the man and an older girl, who appeared to be wearing a Spider-Man-themed tudung of some sort. He looks at me, his right hand moving erratically as it tries to form a gesture his mind doesn't know yet.

I give him a thumbs up.

The kid's eyebrows rise slightly, almost imperceptibly, in enlightenment.

He gives me a thumbs up.

With that, we touched bases and there was nothing else to be said. I dropped a gear and sped off into the distance.