Kota Damansara Ride 8th July 2108

KDCF Section 9 Ride.

   This week it was decided that the ride would go back towards KL city. KDCF and Kiara was tossed up for consideration. KDCF won this time around. Kiara was to be considered at a later date, depending on when Brew House decides to revive their RM7 beer promotion. As long as the RM7 beer is no longer being offered, there really is no good reasons to visit Kiara. All trail are basically the same after you deprive your brain of oxygen for an hour or so. It's the after ride party that carries more weight and reason for showing up. It is really difficult trying to justify a ride that doesn't have a cheap pub selling beer nearby. And the place has to be air conditioned right and proper, otherwise it will draw some frowns and unsolicited farts among these bunch of old goats.

New PCC Recruit.

   As usual, the old faces started trickling in as it got closer to 8am. Mostly half asleep and drunk. The usual suspects. Teres couldn't help arriving early. He was busy riding around the car park asking for opinions of which was a better choice of colour. Lemon Yellow or Matt Gold. Which would you choose? Most everybody he spoke to decided to ignore him. Can't quite blame them actually. When you get greeted in Cantonese asking how your mum is early in the morning is not exactly a cheerful morning pickup now is it? And he continued riding around in circles like a peacock laden with too much sugar.

Senior Beng bike.

   The Bromo warriors arrived in their pro van as usual. All smiling and happy, having returned with a few scratches and only ONE broken bike. Teres of course rode up to them asking for opinion on which shade of yellow is stylish at the present moment. He rode away towards Manta when he realised this group was also ignoring him.

Bromo dust collectors.

   Manta arrived. Gave Teres a polite smile and complimented him on his choice of lemon this morning. Teres rode off happily like a puppy given a chicken bone to nibble on. Manta spoke to the group about the trail condition and why we should not be in Taiwan having red wine for now. Some discussion on where the ride will head to and we were off. Borky grinned. Kompressor apologised to everyone who decides to ride behind him, enjoy fermented durian air he says. CT was suspiciously hyper.

   First regroup done at Wakaf Salam. Took photo for the n'th time. Blurry as usual. Cantonese heard. German heard. Hobbit seen. Grouchy wanted his track log. Guinness kept admiring his friend's green bike. Grouchy checked Manta's GPS to make sure he really is in KDCF.

   And it off towards Serenity. The group took off like obedient lambs. Up and away. The group walked and chattered. German guest turned a shade of red redder. It was a peaceful walk for a good 30 minutes. Even the mighty Teres decided to join in the walk. He couldn't figure out why the trail was extra harsh today. Seemed like all the rocks and roots came out to party today. Jowyn decided to show Manta her new found downhilling skills acquired from her Bromo trip. Manta politely clapped and took her photo. Borky said 'Wow.'

This is how you go down hill.

   Grouchy was so upset he did not get his GPS tracklog loaded in right and proper. He kept checking it along the way. The bike got upset as well. They both decided enough was enough. One decided to commit suicide. Succeeded beautifully.... The group was undecided on which to abandon.

Why me?

   It was another hour of walking before the group finally got out to Section 10. Grouchy was his usual self. He couldn't understand why his bag was the only bag that got left behind in KLIA when the group went cycling in Medan. He also couldn't figure out why his bike derailleur is the only thing that kept dying each time he comes to KDCF. And each time he goes for a pee, the group disappears when he returns. And the track log is always looks the same colour regardless how many times he knocks it. Why ah?
 
   The group made a heart wrenching decision.
   Let's abandon the ride.
   Time for beer.
   CT and CH almost fainted from being overjoyed. VC almost got convulsions from hearing this good news. Kompressor was an inch away from giving Grouchy a kiss for him helping us decide. Borky raised his hands to ask something. The Bromo warriors decided to continue practising their newfound skills. Teres realized his fork was not the matching color for his Lemonade Beng bike. Borky stood on the bench waving.

Butt showing competition.

   And so the ride continued towards Green Dot in Bandar Utama instead of Scouts.

  Thank you for the unwavering sacrifice Grouchy. The group was never more grateful for this most unusual and unselfish gesture. The beer was really cold. 43 mugs was all it took for the group to finally agree on which Yellow was the nicest. Ride finished officially at 4:00.

   I woke up at a little bit past 11am. It was really warm and toasty. The dogs were surprised to see me in the garden.
   Did the Sunday Bak Kut Teh ritual. Read all these nonsense while waiting for my tea to boil.

   Un'beliveable