Dirt play, torn apart

The weekend was another ordinary weekend filled with loads of adrenalin & heart pounding activities. My long gone mtb ride was rescheduled & it was time to hit kiara again. Never felt better. The normal casual timing of mountainbiking were spent at every second of the morning. Started with a casual time to wake up & drive to Restoran Ismail for loads of mamak’s carbo & fat complete with enriched colored teh tarik. However, the mtb crowd that morning appeared to be fellow freeriders & downhillers. A few of us, the long gone cross country cyclists rather found it a bit odd mingling around them. The topic of upgradings & new stuff starts to flood the breakfast table. Yeah…it’s been awhile since we talked about upgrading. Mountainbiking is all about upgrading, unless you’re the patient ones…like me.

Three of us started climbing the tarmac to the cross junction where a bunch of XC riders gathered. It was a non-official regrouping, however place & time is the usual. Most of them opted to roll down 4K, but we chose to pump our hearts up to Twin Peak. Alwin was suffering at some steep sections due to his new single speeder. No cursing so far…yet.

We discussed quite a lengthy deciding which way to go up on twin peak. Nobody remembered the way since we didn’t plan to do the kampung loop. A few riders came which we opted to join them down to the kebun where we met the earlier riders from 4K.

The next sightings we came upon deep in Bukit Kiara was something devastating! It was not like the beautiful & sweet Kiara. Four 30’ wide earth road torn the place into pieces. Another cross junction right at the bottom of the trail. It was total madness. Definitely a bulldozer came in & ripped the place apart. These earth roads were tearing the place all the way top & bottom. The forest floor became sticky muddy, potholes everywhere breeding mosquitos & fallen trees destroying the bike & jogging trails. Yeah…talking about city green lungs & green spots & love our nature & stuff eh?

We made our way back to the cross junction. Had a flat front. A quick tube replacement did the trick & we rolled down 2K, beating every drop & switch backs as a revenge to the sorry state of the previous trails. Our awesome old times memories reappeared at every laughter & shouting of “woo hoo” down to the equestrian. The greatness of mountainbiking felt our hearts again where there were no strong nor weak…it was just plain skills...breaking & entering.

We ended our enjoyment humping the race track before making way back to the carpark joking around while washing the bikes from those unnecessary muds & dirts collected from bulldozed trails.

Sunday – no tarmac cycling. It was time to focus more on running. Yesterday was fun, Sunday is for run. The same Kiara fellows decided to run together making some milage part of our halfy preps. Tasik Permaisuri was the chosen place. 3.5km a lap where we did 2 & one hill killing run. Another significant weekend spent despite the warm weather making the afternoon part a nice time to stay indoor & nap.

Come Monday evening, I was involved in a new kind of sport. Sepak takraw, yes...it's kind of new for me. I won't missed those fellas flying around "lipat" the rattan balls when I was at college. The sight of them jumping & hitting the ball zooming across the net was something scary for me. Today, I was enjoying it! Maybe sebab dulu ramai sangat pro. Today, I joined my fellow neighbours with their new 2008 self-made grass court with "cat kapur" for the lines...hehe :) I guess maybe we were enjoying laughing at each others' clumsiness that made the game happening. Cool.