Tagaytay ride with Trek and Dad
Invited dad for a long ride to Tagaytay. Dad started his ride in Bacoor, Cavite and we met in Dasma to go straight up in Tagaytay City. It was a fun ride. Sorry, no GPS this time, just me and dad working those knees.
Sunday Ride – with Trek 4300 MTB Tagaytay City
Been longing to ride again to the uplands in Tagaytay City and got the opportunity last Sunday – Great weather, not windy, juts perfect for a good uphill ride.
Went out at 6:30 am riding the Trek 4300 MTB. There were lots of riders going up on Sunday, various discipline – mountain bikers, road bikers, some riding hybrid bikes; also passed riders going to work riding their commuter bikes.
Rode the 25 km straight uphill without stopping or resting; a first, as I typically do 3 rest stops riding up to Tagaytay, but on this ride, I’m a little surprised (and proud ^_^) to do it straight, all the way up.
The sight at my turning point was simply amazing. Saw the grand view of Taal Lake and its volcano. The neighboring cliffs and mountain ranges in Batangas were astounding.
The ride took me up to Cliffhouse Tagaytay, and then I turned around and took my little reading. Casio PRT-40 altimeter reading at the turning point is 630 meters above sea level (MASL). I switched to the Barometric reading – pressure dropped to 940 hPa and though the sun was peeking in the upland’s low racing clouds, I know rain will soon to follow.
As soon as I got the barometric reading, I hydrated and began riding down. Going down was one of the best parts of the ride. The smooth curves and rolling hills, with the amazing cool breeze is one reason why I kept riding back to the uplands.
And soon after a few minutes into the ride, a little drizzle began pouring on me. It was quite a chase but soon enough, the rain began drifting away from my direction, and while enjoying the downhill ride, the sun began to peek again.
Going down at kilometer 35, there was this area in Silang, Cavite that you can actually see Manila’s high rise buildings; they shimmered in haze on the horizon. The sight was a good reminder of my whereabout, and how gravity will help me back to the low lands.
After nearly an hour of pedaling (more of free-wheeling) I’m back to the familiar, typical breeze and noise. Traffic lights and big tarp littered like graffiti as I turned to the city road.
As I pedal towards our village, I can’t hide the child-like smile on my face. The wind was stronger now, the sun was up, and the there’s no racing clouds above me.
I disengaged my cleats at the last familiar corner, walked the hill towards the house, and was met up by the embraced of my two little angel toddlers. Wife prepared a hearty breakfast that we all shared. I love riding Sundays!
pinoyoutdoor 