The last time I rode a bike was when I was in elementary. Why did I suddenly get interested many years later? It was just by chance. I was surfing the internet when, on a whim, I tried to look up my home street on Google Maps. I then discovered many roads that I never knew existed and of how they were connected with one another. The map also showed the sole mountain which was somewhat near my area, Mount Arayat. I tried to check if there was a good path to the mountain. Being a sort of a loner shut-in, I was thrilled and fascinated at the idea of me being able to have a fun adventure on my own. I’d be completely autonomous if I explored the various areas and roads while on a bike.
First, I had to find a bicycle. I found a cheap, heavy, steel-frame mountain bike at the nearest mall. Back then, I didn’t know just how heavy it was. I just thought that the bike’s gray-colored frame looked great. I bought my first mountain bike then rode it all the way home. That was my first (relatively) long-distance bike ride. It was about 10 Kilometers. It’s a short ride compared to what I’m used to riding now. But that ride being my first in a very long time, taught me all about butt pain. After that ride I wasn’t able to sit on the bike saddle for 3 days. I couldn’t even sit on a chair without my backside aching. That bike ride wasn’t as fun as I had expected. Not surprising since it was unplanned and the goal was to simply transport the bike from the mall to my house. It was 3 more weeks later before I finally began to ride outside.