December 24, 2013. We were used to roads. Concrete, asphalt, unpaved, cars, trucks, pedestrians, crazy motorists. That was our daily commute and a long ride across Southeast Asia. Roots, mud, loose rocks, branches, leaves, and the rest of nature seemed completely foreign to us.
"I usually celebrate my birthday with a solo ride." A solo ride turned into a group of 5. We had the basic trail of La Mesa all to ourselves. It was the day before Christmas after all.
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| We had the park all to ourselves. |
Getting back into the trail groove after being so long on the road took some getting used to. We hit switchback after switchback, hit one muddy uphill after the other, hoping our wheels and legs won't let us down. We crashed a few times. We danced through single tracks and wooden bridges. We listened to the different sounds of the birds, amazed at how being 20 minutes away from Quezon City took us so far away from civilization.
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| Mud tattoos |
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It was all over when we realized we were hungry. We brought out our spread for lunch. Processed food? Canned goods? Gatorade? Ew. None for us. No, we had food fit for a celebration: wine, cheese, crackers, dark chocolate, fruits, jam, artisan bread.
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| Trail food. |
By noon, the wine kicked in and the 3km remaining to the jump-off seemed like 60kms away. We were huffing and puffing up the fire tracks.
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| Everything suddenly turned blurry. |
We had pasta and more wine for lunch.
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| Our bikes got a good bath while we ate our second lunch. |
Happy birthday, you freak.
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