Opong Fiesta 2011. I biked the furthest distance I’ve ever biked in my life: from our place, the second to the last barangay in the southern border of our town, to the town centre, the second to the last barangay in the northern border of our town. I arrived back at my place at about 3:31pm.
I really didn’t plan to ride that far. I mean, for gear I only had my bike, some keys, three pieces of coins, and a handkerchief. You can hardly call it “gear”. The cash I had, those coins, wouldn’t even be enough to get me and my bike a ride just in case I couldn’t make it. Oh, and, of course, the three pieces of weed’s flowers, if that’s what they’re called, those long stem-like things that look like the groups of seeds in rice or wheat, that I picked up while walking about our place.
I wasn’t really even thinking of riding anywhere. I only picked up my bike and started pedalling. Then, I wen’t to thinking of having a ride to the edge of our barangay just to check out the fiesta scene. Then, I was like, “I don’t feel like turning yet. I don’t wanna do a u-turn.” So, I kept pushing forward. When I was almost at the edge of the next barangay, I was like, “I wonder if I could reach the town centre.” So, I kept pushing. I reached the next barangay after that one. Then, a truck sprayed me some and I remembered it was raining on and off this morning. So, I thought, “Maybe, it’s time to take a turn now. What if you get rained on? It wouldn’t be so healthy… Nah, you’re already too close. All too close.” So, I kept pushing until I reached the town centre. I spent a few minutes at my sister’s grocery store and, after checking the time, chose to wait for 3pm. (Yes, I didn’t even check the time when I left.) Then, I started pedalling back.
Thankfully, there was only one fateful event on that impromptu trip. It was at a bit past the university, in that almost uninhabited stretch of grassy land, on my ride back, when a truck moved to the wrong lane and seemed for all the world to be aiming at me. Now, it’s not my policy to be riding off the concrete road so I stayed on it while looking at the truck and the driver.. But the guy was simply unrelenting so I had no choice. I really don’t want to have an injury while riding so I went off the road. I could have died, too. Maybe. It was one of those big trucks, after all. (Yes, there are no bike lanes for the majority of our roads.) Well, of course, maybe the guy was just avoiding the bumpy road (It was smoother on the lane I was on.) and was trusting me not to be very stupid or suicidal as to collide with a truck head-on. But that’s just me.
Although, I must admit, about three-quarters to the town centre, I felt a wee bit light-headed. It was probably a good idea to take a pit stop at that waiting shed that I chose to ignore. I’m stubborn that way.
You know what I was thinking when I arrived back at my place? “I probably won’t be able to keep walking as I usually would for quite a bit…”