The routine of burning thin rubbers at Putrajaya roads continued from Ramadhan to Syawal. Instead of Friday night, the ride went back to the usual way2ride Wednesday night. A few new Wednesday night faces appeared (kita orang le tu...geng camdek) in the stale evening of Taman Warisan after it received a sprinkle of rain a few hours before.
The usual hustlers were there which had been a while since we rode with them. My best bet was the Morib trip...hahaha...that was one hell of a ride. No turning back, except when you are sitting at the back of the de rusa with the rear door open watching helpless souls drafting.
Ride started at 8.30pm with about no less than 10 cyclists...most of them season looking ones...scary siot...tapi belasah jer. The route changed but definitely we didn't miss the Elite toll plaza stretch. Ooops...forget about something that I should capture the historical moment...
...it was this night that my Caad4 first appearance. As I defined it as a responsive frame came to live. It was hungry to go further at each stroke of the 170 crank. The freewheel were silky smooth. Bumps were swallowed effortlessly. Again it charged ahead. Tarmac were eaten inch by inch without a nich. I'm thankful and greatful that it was our destiny to be together...
Ok, enough of the advert. Our max mark was 48km/hr that night but we went above our average pace at 28km/hr throughout. Clocking 48km at 1hr45min. The adrenalines were cut short by a short drizzle while we stuffed away our things into the car.
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