Alhamdullillah
our Ramadhan was pretty much accomplished, better than the previous.
Alhamdullillah our Aidil Fitri was superb with more meaningful approach, more
food and stronger silaturrahim with fellow family members, relatives and
friends. Not forgetting my late father whom have left us for two years now and
may Allah bless his soul and place him among the ambia’.
Approaching
the weekend after a week of festive mood, I had to dodge those tempting laziness
and put in some strength in setting my mind for a ride. With a bit of courage
and a feather duster, I dragged my bike away from its month long resting place
under the staircase into the middle of the living room. Gosh! It still had mud
from the last ride! And when was that? With guilt, I ran through a damp cloth
wiping it away exposing what was supposed to be a shining metal. The usual
routine took place but with a bit more effort gathering the bike stuff from all
over the house after a month of disregard.
However,
the plan for the Saturday morning ride into Langat was shelved when rain came
over for a nice cool shower outside the bedroom window prompted me to text Det and
friends of the cancelation and carried on hiding myself under the hood. It was
peaceful.
Hence,
the remaining daylight was spent with more feasting which I lost count of the
amount and type of food intake.
With
words flying around that Langat will be packed with post raya cyclist, we were
excited to hop on to the bandwagon. To add to the camaraderie, Amir decided to
get his first long ride experience. We drove all the way to Batu 18 where the
meeting place was set by the LeTuang gang. Now Amir has the empty kampong road
to himself from Batu 18 to Simpang Peres and I don’t have to worry about
traffic. It was also actually a reception ride for CK with his new Dogma and we
have all eyes and drools all over the road that morning.
Amir
rode gracefully. Toggling around with the gearing and cadence seemed second to
nature for him. I guess the bike skills from his neighborhood adventure came in
handy. Approaching KM7 the first anticipated question came out from him, “Berapa
jauh lagi ayah?” To kill his boredom and mini suffer fest, I had to goreng him
a bit about the route and its famous folklores tales. About the majestic
climbs. As well as the sharing of cooling and peaceful climate that we cyclists
endure on each ride. Well, that kept us occupied for at least a mile before he
popped up a second gesture, “Sakit bontot la ayah”. Hehe. For an iron butt like
me would have felt the same after an absence from cycling, and for Amir, that
would be no exemption. Furthermore, he was not equipped with a pair of cycling
short. Argh! I presumed that cute butt will have a long day ahead.
Approaching
the final 500 meters, the climb up to Simpang Peres may well seemed to be Amir’s
toughest point. Any forgiving day would have felt the same for any of us. But,
the key point was not to stop and pushed on and that was what I did. Motivating
him and with extra support and cheers from other fellow cyclists, Amir
concurred the climb full strength. Alhamdullillah.
Masjlis
berkampung at the junction was a ritual for a day of light and easy ride like
today. Amir decided to stretch his legs and butt during the break before we
descended back to Batu 18. Most of us went up Genting Peres which is a must for
a comeback ride after a long break. As for the rest of us, we definitely don’t want
to miss the breakfast window at the all time favorite Roti Canai Anje.
The
10km back to Batu 18 was done casually by Amir, except when he started to ask
for the miles countdown to the finish. And he started to complain whenever the
milestone on the roadside differed from the remaining distance I told him from
the cyclometer. I presumed it’s a symptom of tiredness. But he remained cool.
20KM for his first long ride experience is an achievement indeed.
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