Flipped Bacon

I'm not gonna let the long weekend pass by without doing some riding. I decided to go on a solo bike ride to Boracay... Actually, my initial plan was to go to Lubang Island. I'll tell you more about it later. I left our house in Novaliches exactly 6:45am. The plan was to leave at dawn but my alarm clock didn't seem to cooperate. I'm headed towards Batangas Port. The ride going to there was uneventful, bought something to eat when I feel like eating, take CR breaks at gas stations when I needed to go.. you know... :D I just loved every moment I was pedaling. Uphill, downhill, loose, soft, slushy, I loved it all. The cold wind on a sunny day was something I really enjoyed. I guess that's one of the beauty of riding solo. You ride at your own pace. Like they say, Riding with friends is good for the heart, riding solo is good for the soul. ... I got to Batangas port at around 4pm. I asked around where I can buy a boat ticket going to Lubang Island when my pho...

I love riding the twisty back roads going to Infanta Quezon. But things don't always go perfectly specially when you come across a truck driver that thinks he's Mario Andretti .

At last, I was finally able to ride to Matnog. The first time I was suppose to go there got postponed at the very last minute because my wife suffered a terrible tummy ache. It was very disappointing but I have to cancel...family always comes first. ...and so I waited.... 6 months later, I recieved an SMS from my ride buddy, Gino. He was asking if I'd like to join them on a long ride to Matnog. Without missing a heartbeat, I said "Yes!" More photos... We covered a total distance of 1,405 kms in 3 days. There were some minor incidents but nothing serious. The most scary part of the ride was when we were riding thru the mountain roads at midnight, it's raining, it's cold and there were some branches placed in the middle of the road. Our spearhead told us during the pre-ride briefing that in case we get caught in such a situation, we should never stop. Those who do gets ambushed or held up. Overall it was one hell of a ride. The food and company was great. More photo...

I toook my scooter out for a ride to marilaque last sunday. I couldn't find anyone to ride with so I went ahead...solo. I left the house at 1:30pm. Most of the jologs rider had gone home by this time. I saw a lot of "lot for sale" there and it got me thinking... hmmm.. I could live there. I had a fun ride, traffic was almost zero, nice blue sky weather and the cool crisp air gently carresing my cheeks was really refreshing.

Did a trip to Bicol during the holy week on my scooter. My ride buddy, Levis was with me on that trip. Here are some photos I took along the way. Those old churches makes me ponder how catholicism was practice back then. More photos...