After that period, I came to be introduced to one of the local riders club near our vicinity. I happen to gain new frinds, new stories, more roads to be traveled. It was a good experience. It seemed to me like I was starting to grow with my bike. My wings have grown longer... wider...
It lasted for almost a year, we went riding to some places. But most things doesn't last forever. At that time I started to be fascinated by the online world of MCP. Learned of faraway ride destinations, more informations regarding motorcycling and the motorcycling community. I started to feel the need to expand my horizons. My current rider's club back then gradually started to become an unseen cage for me. I want to go out, I want to learn more, see more sights, meet more people. I wanted to fly higher...
And so it was, I left the group. and it left a bad taste on me for it wasn't a healthy separation... Other issues were brewing internally on our club and it added to my will to leave the group. But I had no regrets then. It was a decision that I faced. It realized that I was flying high, but i didn't notice that I was alone... And it wasn't all fun as much as i expected it to be.
I still had some of my buddies with me, who also left the group on their own accord. But they were not willing to fly where I want to fly... I was starting to feel a little bit of regret. I thought that it would've been better the other way around. But I didn't budge, I stood with my decision, no turning back. I just need to be little bit patient. I perched myself at a high place, looked around and waited...
I was still enthralled with MCP, as always, for it lessened some of my loneliness. See, I had this trouble with meeting personally with forumers I know only online. Let's just say I still consider them as strangers of sorts. May it be paranoia or just plain stupidity, I call it security. But I need companions, so I set that aside, and met up with people during one of those "Tambay Nights." And, It was worth it. I met new friends, good companions, and with similar wings as mine... Some of them even have stronger passion than myself, and it made me inspired. We took off... High, fast, and steady. It was a good exoerience... I'm finally with a flock.
Last Sunday (22 Nov 09), we rode to the most popular riding destinations - the Marilaque twisties. We were quite a big pack, 13 bikes, 13 riders. It was fun, though we had some casualties. Two spills, both minor injuries; and a mechanical breakdown of a bike. It should somhow dampen the fun of it, but no. I saw the bond between us. All for one, one for all. No one is left behind. I finally have a new group. It was just an informal group, but still I found where I belong once again. I don't know how long it will last, but I will enjoy every moment of it.
On this coming Sunday I'll try my luck on the tracks. It is a new experience for me. Also it is another opportunity to meet new friends whom I know online. But now I no longer have the jitters. I have the confidence, and I look at it for the fun, rather than the worries. I know that I'll have a good weekend and rest assured after that, there will be a new update on my blog. I can't wait!
So that's it for now, just sharing my life's journey... on two-wheels! Ride safe always everyone!
