Saturday, August 18, 2012 @ 4:47 PM
The air wasn't as hazy as usual, thank God. Surprisingly, I had a good vision of my surroundings as the clean air carressed my cheeks when I cycled. Ahhh, so nice and cooling. :) You'll never get to experience this if you're in the car (air-cond isn't counted!). We didn't plan to cycle so far at first, maybe just around the neighbourhood then head back home. But as we cycled outside our comfort zone, we saw many other cyclist coming together at the kerb so we decided to join them.
My dad talked to them as we waited for the rest of the gang. Most of the cyclists there were guys in their mid 20s or 30s. I couldn't help but stared at their legs. Muscular like don't know what, I wonder where all their fats went. Freaking solid whey. ._. I tilted my head downwards and looked at my own legs...
V-___-V
While my dad babbled away with them, I realised how prepared they were to go on this mini cycling trip. Skintight attire, bike lights, bike helmet with lights attached to it at the front and back, bottled water, tubes just in case a bike tyre gets worn out, a pump, etc.
Us? We had our helmets and bike lights, that's all. And we thought we were so ready for it, hahaha. Neither one of us even brought along a bottled water, for heaven's sake! Anyway, we spotted the others coming our way so the guys told us to start cycling first. Dad wanted to wait for them but one of them just said, "Just go! They're very fast and will catch up with you later!" So, we cycled first. Suddenly, I felt a gush of wind blowing right beside me, over and over again. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! One by one, the guys overtook us and in the end, we're at the back of the pack.
Eventually, we lost all of them. We're on our own. In the dark. ._.
We haven't even started for long when I felt my legs aching already. Throughout the whole journey, my dad cycled faster than me and had to slow down so that I could keep up. He's 55, BTW, with a hunched back, already cracking bones and going through midlife crisis (whoops). Yet, he STILL cycled faster than me. Made me feel like I'm 170 instead of 17, WTH. That shows how unfit I am. :( Anyway, we're cycling along the motorcycle road instead of the highway. Many cars zoomed past us; some even honked us for don't-know-what reason. I just took that as an encouraging honk, haha. :D
There were very few motorbikes but there was this one dude who was so freaking annoying. When he was overtaking me, he revved up his engine so loud and scared the shit out of me. I almost fell into the ravine beside me, WTH. Almost died. My dad said, "Ignore them. They do that on purpose to scare you." Babi lah. I hope they get knocked down by cars and die. -_-
Okay, I take that back. Too mean already. God, forgive me.
I saw dead rats with intestines spilling out on the road; they must've gotten ran over my motorbikes. :/ And there were little snakes slithering around. At one point, when I was cycling, some tiny bird/dragonfly/bat flew straight towards me and smacked itself onto my left shoulder. I screamed, HAHAHA. But it was damn painful lah, my God. Dad cycled way ahead of me, leaving me behind to eat his dust. -_-
But it was the best time to talk to God. I talked to Him about the many things that have been going on in school, all my troubles and drama that happened. He comforted me and told me to learn how to forgive. It felt good to share with someone I love; I felt a burden being lifted off instantly. I told Him about the happy things, too, and thanked Him for making them happen. Of course He knows about all my stories lah, since He's the one who planned everything (LOL), but I like to tell Him stuff. I like talking to God. Despite all the noise of cars zooming past and trucks honking under the moonlit sky, I felt so serene, so calm, so peaceful.
I talked to God, as in really TALKED. Not praying or speaking in my mind. I used my mouth, used my voice, used words. No one could hear me, anyway. Dad was so far ahead, the only thing I could see was his flashing red bike light. But I'm sure God was listening intently to my every word; He always does. :') There were a few times we had to cycle through tunnels, it was so scary but I kept praying out loud so God would protect us. After a while, I started singing P&W songs. Wait, not singing, SCREAMING! It felt so good, hahaha. So glad I could spend time with dad and heavenly dad at the same time. :B
Mum called us 10+ times but dad couldn't answer. At that time, we were out from our motorcycling lane and crossing the highway with a gazillion cars zooming past us. So dangerous and risky. Me likeyyy. *rubs hands together in glee* HAHAHAHA. By the time we arrived back home, my muscles ached like siaocrazy and my butt hurt like mad. The bicycle seat was damn uncomfortable! I saw my mum and my brother waiting for us anxiously at the gate, worried sick. They thought we got mugged or kidnapped, LOL! Couldn't blame them either, crime rate is on the rise every single day. Dad and I headed straight towards the kitchen. Sprite and ice, Sprite and ice, Sprite and ice. LMAO, damn thirsty, okay.
Moonlight illuminating our paths. Cool breeze combing through my hair. Legs pumping as furiously as my heart. Cars, trucks and motorcycles zooming past. Red and green lights of the tollbooths looking brighter than ever up close. Dad and I ringing the bicycle bell to indicate we're still alive. Precious moments spent with God. I enjoyed every single second of it despite my hurting butt, muscle cramps and extreme exhaustion.
Yeaaa, man. Let's do it again. \m/
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