The Taste of TW3 and RA Classic

So after the first not so enthralling experience riding at NuRa a.k.a New Rindu Alam last time, another group riding plan to Puncak area has been set up and I thought group riding would be much more fun, at least if you got lost somewhere in the area, it would be colossal hehehehe

So, that Saturday (I completely forgot when was this but this was circa January 2012) we gathered up in the usual meeting point at Gadog mosque.  There were 5 people turned up, Diana and Denny, Yufi and myself, Bram and Tony. But it was merry enough to enjoy the ride.

After finally set in our destined angkot, we took off from Gadog. ¬†The weather was not too promising, but as someone who always prefer cold and rainy than hot and sunny especially for riding, I didn’t mind at all because I would definitely finish the ride without bonus of having a headache afterwards which of course something that I looked forward to hehehehehe

So after awhile being agitated in the stylish angkot (you know lowrider, big stereo box and all) for about 30 minutes or so we finally arrived at Mang Ade’s warung.

From what I witnessed the weather was perfecto however, not so for my ride buddies.  It was super foggy, limited sight and kinda misty.  So we were hoping that it would clear up a bit by the time we finished our hearty brekkie.

Yufi and I realized that we left our protectors at home and none of us own a rain coat, so we decided to purchase this fashionable rain coat made out of a plastic similar to those plastic bags you get from supermarket hehehehe but hellooo…..it was the only one with reasonable price, so shut up.

The weather seemed not getting any friendlier, it was even getting thicker and faint mist was all over our face like a mist sprayed from an Evian Water mist, but it didn’t stopped us from getting ready.

After a very important discussion on which route to go for this epic, misty and muddy ride, the boys decided that we should try the famous TW3 – to us ladies it was famous for being not gowesable for rookies hahahahah but what the heck we tagged along..

Getting ready to rumble in the mud - fr L - R: Tony, Moi, Yufi, Denny, Bram and Diana

The weather was awesome to me although we were served an uphill rocky road but I could do it (thanks to uphill torture in Sentul) not to mention I was riding the “wind dancer” my new Giant Trance X2 ūüėÄ

Anyhow, the long stretched of that rocky road was kinda killing me, made a stop here and there to catch my breath and had a good sip from my streamer, we finally got to the intersection. ¬†The weather made the view breathtaking (if you could say also super foggy and misty, no, it was worst, it was raining). ¬†After enough going gaga over what’s may come towards us ahead, ¬†we took the left turn which lead us to a single track, the gate of TW3. ¬†It was great in the beginning, I was still pedaling nicely on my bike but soon it was horror.

The track was getting muddier, more slippery and the scariest thing was you were surrounded by cliff, o well happy off roading I thought…..

What made me happy was the “wind dancer” was really easy to handle, the fact that I had Kenda Nevegal on both of the wheels surprised me – I didn’t know what it was then, but I didn’t sway uncontrollably on those muddy and slippery tracks – this compared to my Kenda Coyote tires fitted on my LG. ¬†Anyhow…..some of the tracks were not gowesable, we had to merrily tuntun our bike heheheh. ¬†The track was insane – at least to me because it is supposedly built for those MTB-ers who like to jump here and there while going downhill. ¬†The steep descending track had a sharp turn and decorated with deep cliff next to it as well as dangling trees and bushes along the track.

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Denny and Diana showing the love to everyone
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Striking a pose whenever we could
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Bram was showing optimism in facing difficulties ahead
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Another moment not to be missed

At some points, tuntun the bike was a wise option…we even slipped here and there while tuntun-ing the bike, so imagine the torture. ¬†Tony and Diana slipped a couple of times but they rose from wherever they slipped into happily hahahahah and also documentation was definitely obligatory.

Although it was “40% sitting nicely on our bike pedaling 60% was definitely walking” ride but everyone was showing a big optimist smile going through the track right till the end.

Watching each other's back and bikes
Always happy facing the obstacles

At last after about two hours being bashed and slapped by the muddy track of TW3 we finally arrived at the glory point…..super exhausted and super fun

Blaze of glory
Feel the thrill
The ride buddies
Bash blast

Another Canon moments were taken, just to show although we were bruised here and there but overall it was all worth trying

 
Trailing down

The next leg was friendlier, I am not saying easier because the mud track was still there but at least this part was gowesable especially for the newbie like moi.  The view again was the bonus, definitely soothing right to the soul (#eaaaaa) the green tea plants looked like a huge green carpet from where we stood.

floating through the greens
HIS creation; me and the carpet of tea plants

We finally got to the point where our loyal angkot (of course we paid him) was waiting for us the rain seemed celebrating our arrival because all of a sudden it was cat and dogs and as if being bashed in TW3 was not enough to pump up our adrenaline, we decided to take a break at Mang Ade’s and continued to RA classic track, such a brave move aye..

The wind was blowing I think 200 km/hour (I am¬†exaggerating, but it felt like it was tho..) because we could hear the vroom vroom sound the wind was making..again that didn’t stopped us from going on to RA Classic.

After regaining our energy, we took off. ¬†The RA Classic track was filled with gravels and rocks, wasn’t exactly easy to go through but all the way it was gowesable though…Yufi didn’t seem to like it but I enjoyed it..no super steep uphill and downhill although like other mountain tracks it was muddy and wet not to mention the rain was pouring crazily over us.

We found the famous (I later found out) a small river cutting through the track and all of us seemed to have the same thought, we jumped in right into it with our bikes and started cleaning them hahahahaha

After that we safely emerged from the track and arrived at the Gunung Mas tea plantation area, planning to continue to Gadog through that famous Ngehe’s uphill track but decided to go back through main road, as our energy was completely drained by the two tracks and rain.

Diana and Tony parted their way, they went down with angkot while me and the rest continued biking down. When we got to Gadog all we could think of was going home to have good stretch, but the bike was all filthy we had to wash them first while the owners also took a quick shower. I ate sate kikil as I was damn hungry. After that all five of us parted ways

It was a really fun session I thought, although TW3 may not be the right track for me at the moment, dunno later when I master jumping and all of that tricks (keep on dreaming..)

But it is definitely worth to come back over and over again…we gonna put this as our routine tracks for the next.

Until the next write!

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Sentul Rising Numero Uno

Okay, again this event has been passed a couple of weeks ago but I just want to write while I have the time so here we go

I have heard about Sentul before ,I saw pictures from my office colleague who happened to love on road – uphill biking and doing it regularly with her boyfriend and some of her friends, basically she goes wherever there is an uphill road so the photo collection of her and boyfriend riding up on their MTB is a lot. ¬†But since I wasn’t very keen on riding up hill because you know, my breathing will be awful, my smoker’s lung will scream and just imagining that there is no flat road whatsoever along the road makes my feet shrunk – so I don’t really memorize it.

One day we had a Saturday Morning Ride with a couple who happens to be in JPG BBM group and live nearby my mom’s. ¬†They told us that going up hill is good to boost stamina, endurance and the bonus is she lost quite a lot of weight going up hill regularly Yufi was straight away looked at my direction and I was like “Wot?”

So after going to and fro about where to ride next weekend, Yufi decided “Sentul” I was like “oo crap!” Yufi said Pak Andry will also join the ride and he knows the route so it was set.

On Saturday we met Pak Andry at Petronas Sentul, this is where most of people who go up hill biking park their car.

So, got ready and off we go.

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The first 300 meters or so was fine…the road was kinda descending – this is where we supposed to do some warming up so your legs wouldn’t experience cramps or something like that. ¬†After we took a right turn the torment to your body’s endurance started.

First grade, I couldn’t make it up the rise as predicted, blame my weight hahahaha…so tuntun my bike was the solution, Yufi was looking at me with pity….looking at his wife climbing the road while carrying the bike up with heavy breathing hahahahaha I was like “shit” it wasn’t exactly a long rise and I was about to faint crap!

Regain my consciousness (lebay) and gather my breathe together, we continued to the next leg…my God! The world is indeed cruel….as I look at the road, it is all going up without any sign it will be flat or anything……Image

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Talking about major dehydration, all I wanted was a nice dip in the water, I was still trying to pedal while secretly swearing with all familiar swear words I could think of at that time but I was still out of breath, Pak Andry seemed to jetted off while Yufi is riding slow waiting for me. Man talking about running out of breath.

The other hundreds meters was a bit okay, still running out of breath made a stop here and there.

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We passed or were being passed by a couple of people, one big group was cheering me up while they were climbing up, one person was familiar to me, I thought I seen him somewhere quite regularly, turned out this guy is the CEO of Garuda Indonesia. And I see him often on Garuda Indonesia’s in flight magazine hehehehe

I tried to pedal up and proofed myself I could do it but it seems that my breath couldn’t last any longer anyway I was having monthly guest so needed to stop so I stopped at Rainbow Hills where Yufi and Pak Andry were waiting.




Pak Andry and Yufi continued up to KM 0 while I had to stay and wait for them to come down. Waited for about an hour more or less as from where I stayed to KM O was still another 4 km or more

The total distance from Petronas – Cijayanti – rainbow hills – KM 0 is around 14 KM but the terrain is less cruel than if we passed the other route through taman budaya, it is lesser in KM but insane in terms of terrain.
I still left hanging whether I could make it to KM 0 without fainting, well only one way to find out….go there again soon because looking at the course it was indeed good for your endurance and good to learn how to shift and manage your breathing while pedalling….geeez biking seems difficult aye….wasn’t like this when I was little, we climbed all grades with single gear hahaha


When Yufi and Pak Andry came down, we were quickly going down hill and got to Petronas, after necessary changed Pak Andry took us to Karimata, a restaurant nearby. the food was fantastic and what’s more was we were being shouted lunch, Thank you Pak Andry.

Afterwards we cruised off to Bogor to visit a bike shop owns by Wei Min…looking at Specialized Camber Comp…..a full suspension bike…but couldn’t afford it hehehehe

We cruised off to a shop where it sells vespa accessories and we parted our way with Pak Andry and went straight home

I have to go back soon.

I am number 8

Last night Yufi was saying “Ndut, tomorrow is 13 of March right, it’s our wedding anniversary” I was like ” yaaaa hahahaha” completely forgotten about it not because it does not mean anything to me, but it is more like we have been having a blast for the past 8 years Alhamdulillah.

We ride, we travel, we fight and we cried but the most important is we enjoy our life in grace together and always being awfully grateful about it

8 years, it may not be such an incredible number for most people but to us it surely is. ¬†8 years ago we dared ourselves to step on to the next level of life hierarchy with no clear sight on what’s waiting down the road but looking back it’s been awesome years for both of us. ¬†No major drama like other people said on 3rd years marriage, 5 years marriage, etc for us everything has been rolling quite safe and sound if it can be said exciting

Of course as a normal human, there are times I wanted to strangle him by his neck,  there are times that makes us both sad and there are times both of us are happy but that is what life supposed to be and that is what a team is for I guess.

So my hope is simple…May Allah bless us abundantly, give us health, happiness, help us build a marriage life that is Sakinah, Mawaddah and Warrohmah and also health for bringing up our lovely daughter and make her to be a sholeha individual.

I love you Yufi may both of us have blast years ahead

A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic’s Notebook, 1966

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NuRa the first trial – a hell on earth

This is actually happened a couple of months back after not being able to participate MTB-ing with Yufi to Rindu Alam. it is kinda too late I know but that was a hell of experience in the MTB land

So Yufi have set that our next ride is going to be in NuRa where he went last time with the biggest ever group riding in the GTO history because after that the size has shrunk tremendously and the group riding have always been attended by the same set of people  again and again ahahahaha

Anyway, so that day October 16th we headed our car to Gadog, boy I was excited,  it seems that the world was singing with me hahaha (lebay).

We arrived at the Masjid Gadog which also popular as a meeting point for all MTB-ers who go to Rindu Alam track,  we got our bikes ready, got ourself ready, picked up our angkot ride and off we were on our way to the famous base camp Warung Mang Ade.

When we arrived, I was sooo amazed as if I have never seen so many expensive bikes parked at the same time which is true at that time I have never seen so many many expensive bikes (repeat after me..) and the view by Mang Ade’s back balcony was enthralling

After a plate of nasi goreng each and a good sip of tea, we were ready to rock and roll, I was darn excited because the view was super, the weather was super, and oh oh and I finished the breakfast with two sticks of cigarettes which I am telling you was the biggest mistake I have ever made in this bloody trip, borrowing a line from Pretty Woman movie “Big Mistake”

So Yufi said the track which we were heading was NuRa he said it is going to be a fantastic ride because he went there last time, I nodded happy.¬† Rode my bike to the NuRa gate, looked up and damn I wanna strangle Yufi right by the neck……

I was served with an uphill slope, sh*t I said now I regret smoking that bloody ciggies

Man, I couldn’t bloody breathing and it felt like my heart was jumping in and out of my body, mind my language but it was a damn torturing going uphill with smoker’s lung, not a pretty wise choice I reckoned, while this husband of mine was taking pictures merrily documenting the torture

 

I made stop a couple of times and with nearly fainted condition hahaha, the epic XC ride I have ever done at that time was a good ol JJ track which to me was awesome but compare to this it was¬†kiddie’s¬†playground. ¬† I was a damn cute nubie in this MTB land, ¬†spare my life!!

Ooooo well the show must go on tho I didn’t want to weep and yield just yet. ¬†Finally made it to the top and continue down, ¬†I thought good God its going downhill..yippeee my finally got my groove back but the groove was instantly¬†killed because soon after that I faced another steep uphill, bloody hell! Since my legs were kinda wobble uncontrollably not to mentioned I forgot to breath here and there because it seemed the air was not enough to fill my lungs I humbly had to “tun tun my bike” crap!

The track was soon transformed into a single track where right next to the track was gorge which I didn’t have any interest to know how deep the gorge was instead, ¬†I cleverly (hahaha) tried to control my bike carefully, lucky the track was dry because it would be a nightmare if it was wet, as Yufi said last time he came here it was muddy and someone unwillingly landed to one of the gorge, lucky he wasn’t injured or broke anything.

We made, well I did (puassss?!) make a couple of stop because I was running out of breath and didn’t have the will to actually light my ciggies because I could just pass out after the first smoke. ¬†Sat down catching up with my own breath, I was quite stunned, the view was indeed spectacular..beautiful and definitely not your everyday view, for awhile I lost and drifted by the view…..

Okay resting time is up and we continued to ride downhill slope, a bit of uphill and Yufi found some drop off on the way…after that we popped up at the plantation village…and served right away with rocky road (this is not ice cream people!) throughout the ride down to the next leg, I couldn’t really feel my hand…they were dead numb..Yufi analysed because my bike was a hard tail should’ve gotten full suspension bike, crap! This LG was expensive, enough for me to give up buying a nice cup of coffee for myself…where on earth we could afford a full whatever suspension bike…I had to enjoy which I really did apart from having to catch up with my own breath and having a numb hands hehehehe. ¬† We finally got to pass Gunung Mas tea plantation and served again with another uphill rocky road..super crap! ¬†I really hate this bloody uphill road (the story is kinda different now though, I enjoy uphill although way of breathing is pretty much unchanged)

I was super dehydrated, (have I mentioned I am not a big fan of hot weather because it kills me and gives me a headache which will last weeks afterwards) my water streamer was nearly empty I had to sip from Yufi’s streamer I was really gasping for water….but then before I really fainted on someone’s property, ¬†we stopped at this milk kiosk, apparently most MTB-ers make a stop here for free milk and buy some nibbles and bananas.¬† At last a chance to straightened my legs in a proper way…

Afterwards we continue down to the 3rd leg, Taman Safari track through “tanjakan ngehe part 1 and 2” I was like “bloody crap! I thought the previous ones were ngehe enough to me, and how are these tanjakan ngehes look like?” Yufi read my thought, he said ” dont worry there will be ojek ride if you dont wanna climb uphill” ¬†I was like “you damned right I wouldn’t, I would put my ass on the back of whoever the ojek would be” hahaha

So I had the ojek ride passing all of those ngehes uphill, I think if I rode my bike through it,  I would finish the next day hahaha.  We stopped at a hut waiting for the bike jockey arrived with our bikes

 

After waiting for quite sometimes, our bike were safely delivered, took some photos before continuing our ride to Gadog.  The misery was about to start.
Yuifi called Diana asking for a direction because he forgot which way was the right way..it seemed the direction wasnt clear either….we rode the bike up going through an uphill road, wasnt exactly pleasant especially when the sun was right above your head, I could feel the heat stroke and starting to have a headache.¬† Yufi was a bit confused with the track and to me it was nothing but a bad sign, we were lost….super crap!

We stranded in another hut, couldnt breathe anymore so we made a stop…

 

 

We were like “crap crap crap” but we wouldn’t go anywhere if we didn’t move our butts so we saw some bikers passing and decided to follow them up hill….I was running out of breath like in every second, ¬†I had to tuntun my bike again…..it was a neverending road…….we were so damned lost……

We tried our luck by asking to local farmers but the direction was varied and I tried asking with my broken Sundanese but still didn’t quite get the direction properly…crap! So we decided to just “let’s get lost” cos eventually we would popped up to a civilized world somewhere within this Kabupaten

Talking about the desperation, I was nearly cried hahahaha after a long winding rocky road and a gazillion kilometres we popped up in this village and someone was pointing the right direction (hopefully) but again it was a bloody uphill road…but at that time we would do anything to get to Gadog…..

We finally headed to a main road, yippeeeeeeee!!

We just rode the bike like crazy with one thing in our mind wanted to take a shower and go home…..we finally made it down, Thank God! ¬†It was such a glory!! (nangis sesenggukan)

So, after that crappy first time riding off road in NuRa and completely got lost afterwards do you think I quit? Nooooooo I keep on coming back for more! Love it especially when it is raining……off roading is a blast!