We were a large group of bikers. We were of different ages, and experiences, too, when it comes to biking. When we started our journey, not far from where we came from, our group decided to have a stop over to the nearest 7/11 store. Some decided to purchase foods, and drinks for nourishment. It’s already half past eight, and we’re still in Lucena eating Siopao Asado, and drinking C2. At least, we were making progress.
One of the new traditions people do during the Lenten Season here in the Philippines is the Alay Lakad. People, usually Catholics, walk miles and miles of road to show their devotion, and sacrifice for their faith on Holy Thursday and Good Friday. The walk culminates into a church sanctioned by the Diocese, and once there, the devotees pray, and perform rituals to absolve themselves of the sins they committed in the past year. Here in my hometown, Lucenahins and Tayabasins from all walks of life march towards Kamay Ni Hesus Healing Church in Lucban for the annual Alay Lakad.
As a biker, hindi maiiwasan ang maaksidente ka sa kalsada habang pumapadyak. Pwedeng kasalanan mo o pwedeng ng nasa paligid mo. I’ve had a few minor accidents when I was still practicing and training in my new mountain bike. Nothing major, just a few bruises here and there especially sa tuhod. Normal naman yun especially if you’re just a beginner. Normal naman yun if you’re still trying to get used to shifting gears, when adjusting the speed kapag uphill or downhill, and practicing mounting and dismounting the bike properly. Mga pasang malayo sa bituka.