Hold on. This post is going to be epic. It’s an epic since I
covered almost the hold Sunday on it since the ride was on Saturday. And it
took the whole day because most of it was running the duty of a principal
monitoring younglings’ revision and eating. Hence, it would be advisable to
spend time reading it while having a packet of kuaci or if you skip lunch or
puasa sunat Senin-Khamis :]
Epic nya haiii…
This is the ride of 2012 (at the moment of entry). It was the
one that I bit off more than I can chew. It is the one that I rarely can commit
due to other priority commitments. And the one that I don’t easily commit for
the risk that I barely can take.
With Ipoh Century Ride weeks away, a few of us are nearing
the end of our training program. Which means, it’s taper time! Balik kampong.
Makan. Rest the mind. Rest the body. It’s time for it to rebuild the system for
the finale. I was so looking forward to it. No, not the finale but the taper
instead. Hahaha. Al-maklum, full time weekend warrior & yes, I meant full
time sebab no weekdays training agendas. Give me hill repeats, speed drills,
night rides, saddling up on trainers. No thanks. I have to take a rain cheque.
When the miles are high for the ultimate week in the
training regime, I don’t have many route options around. Unlike running, we can
always run alone hitting the gritting plateau (secret training la kira). But,
we can’t afford to cycle alone for 5 to 6 hours. Especially when love ones waiting
for us at home. Especially when hitting cyclists with cars are like virtual
games in Playstation (maybe this is one of the theory?!).
I had only 2 options. Saturday ride with BJCC doing the fabled
Genting Sempah – Gap – Genting Sempah, covering 170km with 2 major climbs that
can make you lose your minds and legs at the same time. Or, I can join another
group to Morib and back. Getting another tan line after last week’s Kuala
Selangor ride is just like killing the spirit. The sun ain’t getting any cooler
nowadays. And dehydrating big time at this age isn’t wise. Hence, the grannies
were signed.
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| Gorgeous terrain |
I haven’t been around this part of cycling routes for this
year. Travelling from Cheras takes 30km while burning fossil fuel just for a
ride isn’t a good practice if I want to safe earth and at the same time stay
healthy. But, today it’s optional. We met up with the rest of the close buddies
at Petronas Taman Melati (nostalgic la pulak bila teringat Genting Trailblazer
2010). Eventually rendezvoused with BJCC at R&R Genting Sempah. The cool
breeze from Genting Highland was just awesome. But, we haven’t much time to
enjoy it.
A short brief by ride leader, Capt. Roy and headcount found
16 gave a shot at the crazy thing while 5-6 others will bail off at Bentong
only. We rolled off from GS onto the old Gombak
Road all strung out tapping brakes now and then less any room for chit
chats due to poor road condition (I thought election road supposed to be
here as well?). All the way down to Bentong covering 30km in an hour which with
my rusty mathematical mind, the attempt back up will double the time. Argh!
First regroup at Shell Bentong had almost everybody rushing
for the loo. Chilling and shaky ride I guess. After farewell and exchanging
lucks with the shorter route buddies, we headed on through the busy Bentong town
in a pack until Jalan Teras, the juncture into the rurals. It was the start of
engaging into climbing legs and where the road took a rolling and scenic way.
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| Out of town and into the wild |
I guess the damped air and the foul odor of processed rubber
from local plantations took the best out of us. As we attempted the demanding
route, the demand for O2 increases, hence I find it unpleasant to be breathing
the odor. But, we had no choice. We tried to stay together most of the time but
the rolling hills kept on splitting us. As charted, the peak should be at Sang
Lee (sounds more to me like Sara Lee the cake….yummy at one time, ages ago). With fresh legs, reaching the first summit was
almost unnoticed. We were rewarded with 40kph into TT mode to Tranum. Syiok
oooo…
We didn’t stop long to regroup, since everyone was excited
to go for the ‘kill’. And which also reminds me that this kill is only half of
the ultimate one. The scenic fresh route was always a therapy for scenic lovers
like me. Plus, the gradual 2-3% and at times 4% climb slowly combine into a
massive 20km long strength/endurance chillax (depends on how you define your
attack).
Of course all of us were lost into our own fantasies. The
front group was probably fantasizing on Col du Tourmalet of Mont Ventoux famous
climb. The second group (a mix of BJCC & us) was definitely fantasizing the
meal up at the Gap for lunch! The last group, I’ve no idea but looking from the
spinning ratio, dying was probably best defined.
We have done 64km in our legs and the 20km upwards was
slowly feasting on the remaining juice. Halfway through, the body started to
resist comfort. Legs getting heavier and even my shoulders getting stiffer and
pain were definitely defining the whole situation. It seemed endless and a few
others started counting the remaining miles (it may sound like the female voice
from the mobile GPS at times). It was the greatest relief upon seeing the
famous Fraser Hill (ala Hollywood) sign atop the hill. We really can’t take
another bit of the climb if they decided to move the rest area 100 meters
further.
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| Snaking into the highland |
No more delicious chicken rice like last time, perhaps due
to the lack of travelers stopping by since the one way up to Fraser’s Hill & the
other way down have re-commissioned. Hence, we only had nasi lemak or burger. I
had both!. The chill moments made me starve, and the remaining 84km back to GS
with an empty stomach would call disaster. We chill for half an hour until the
whole group arrived.
Like climbing Everest (chewah! Macam gempak aje bunyi), the
ride back was the ultimate challenge. The monstrosity of the 30km climb back
from Bentong to GS was too vague to imagine. It can come in many ways. It can
be a ‘downhill’ ride, literally, or a crawl of life.
I took the safer way descending down to Tranum by coasting
as much as possible. Safe the legs la konon. Hehe. Descending can be horrific
for some, but as long as we pick the safest line, it should be the best way to
enjoy the refreshing breeze smacking your face.
Alhamdullillah we regrouped safely down at Tranum and resume
in a pack all the way towards Jalan Teras (the main road Bentong-Raub) once
again. It was another wise attempt to stay together nailing the rolling Sang
Lee stretch when the climate started to adds to the punishing miles. We took
turn doing the pulling, and that 20km went by with a brief. Phew! That went
well for a start, I meant back.
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| Profile |
The ride into Bentong divided us into three groups due to traffic
and road junctions. I was caught doing the pulling for almost 7km into town and
opening up for a rest was not an option when vehicles buzzing by like bullets.
Argh! The bee line strung out with almost about 10 riders behind. I knew I had
to keep it going to avoid distracting the traffic and going slower will open up
risks. I guess that attempt zapped up 20% of my remaining juice which was
supposed to be utilized for the remaining climb.
Upon checking in at Shell Bentong, I can hardly stand. The
mart’s floor was the most comfortable place to enjoy a can of Coke, plus the
airconditioned room. The front group decided to cool down with the famous Kow
Po ice kacang. The last group was nowhere to be seen. The five of us was what’s
left to attempt the final push. Iqbal from BJCC was a new buddy in the group.
Exiting Bentong and back into old Gombak Road was mostly
lead by Azmar. I was silently latching on to Jaja’s wheel at the back of five
of us. The solidarity feeling was starting to go void, where it kept playing in
my mind to just let go. This iron-butt can no longer stand another hour.
Climbing all the way back provides no room for coasting, it’s either I stand
climb or took a break by the road side.
My short goal was to get myself up to the Hot Spring. 10km
mark. The longest I felt, ever. I soaked my head and dehydrate as much as
possible. I knew the end will come soon, but in cycling, it’s all about hanging
out a little bit longer.
The first group caught up with us. Then the third group,
which seemed like a good chance to latch on and form a bigger climbing bunch.
We managed to stay in a group of ten, but still I was playing roulette
struggling to keep up.
The bitterest sight in a ride group was the sight of the
last butt fading away into a corner. That happened at KM15 into the climb. I
can’t hold on much longer and slowly resorted to obey my screaming heart rate.
Azmar decided to let lose as well, from the trust in us, he volunteered to
accompany me. I latched on to his wheel for another 5km until we arrived to a
few of us whom decided to take a break at a school lay-by. It was a big relief.
Refreshing from the pain was the only accord that I can
afford. Just like stopping at water stations in a marathon. It gave me a boost
for the next round. I had to leave the group since it was now an
individual/solo struggle. A few of them seemed so exhausted, which reminds me
not to stay long to wait. Azmar was caught on a phone, but I just had to leave
and trust that he will definitely catch up. It was me and me alone for the next
endless 5km to Janda Baik junction. The bad road condition just adds up banging
this tired mortal.
Azmar was complaining of starving. We opted for another
quick stop to share my dates. I squeezed my last drop of water from the bottle
and knew that the last push will be inenvitable. I just had to keep on spinning
and avoiding the red zone. It was not because that I don’t want to go bonk in
the middle of the remaining 6km climb, but the post ride condition was my
priority. Injury and excessive fatigue was not in the menu. Slowly does it,
Azmar was screaming as we approached the rest area, and I was holding my
relieveness…big time! Alhamdullillah.
It was an epic journey, an epic distance. 168km in 6 hours
plus of riding time. That should cover the two weeks rest/taper-balik kampong-
bedal.com part. Cheers to all ride buddies. You guys were awesome suffer
freaks.
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| One for the classroom photo |
