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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I keep pedaling on the slight uphill road of Daang Hari with Rod. Suddenly I feel Darna, my Fuji Outland Pro bike, sway from side to side.

Am I that tired, I thought. Is this the start of bonking out? I didn’t think so. I looked straight ahead expecting my vision to blur. It didn’t.

I stop pedaling. I freewheel. I look down, I look at the rear tire. It wasn’t wiggling too much. Everything seemed normal. Continue reading this post…

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