I had to ride. I had too many rides canceled just this week due to a number of different reasons.

I felt the desperation yesterday. As soon as my 5-year-old left for school I was alone & it hit me suddenly — I should have prepared to go out for a ride. Timing is crucial in a sense. I only have a few hours to ride in between my youngest leaving for school & all of them arriving home. 30 minutes, more or less, one-way just to get to the Daang Hari police outpost, the usual meeting place.
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It was a Thursday night. The clock read 10:58 P.M.

With some prodding and negotiating I was able to secure a riding visa (from my wife) for the next day. Expiration is 10 A.M.

As it was late I sent a text message to a friend who I know would most likely be available to ride on a weekday, Keelo of Philmofo. Him confirming will also guarantee another rider to the group, Kurt. I told him our meet-up time should be at 7 A.M. Enough time to give me some sleep and do a quick ride around the Malipay trails.
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