Wonder what the picture here is of? That’s the detour roadblock…after I, on a bike, attacked it. The roadblock, which took up the entire right lane, was set-up to prevent cars from traversing the newly cement-covered fissure on that portion of the road.
It was about a quarter before 6 in the morning when I approached said roadblock, made-up of 3 makeshift wooden signboards and an orange-colored hard plastic barrier placed about a meter apart along side each other. The day before, I noted that one can negotiate right through each meter gap.
My pet peeve while biking is being compelled to stop after gaining momentum. It is a hassle to stop in the course of my trip and pick up pace all over again.
As I was getting nearer the roadblock, I thought of 2 options. First, to take the opposite lane with an oncoming speeding motorcycle and a jeepney right behind it; second, to pass through the one meter gap between the orange plastic barrier and one of the wooden signages. Full stop? I just mentioned it’s a hassle…so...not one of my options.
I picked up speed to beat the motorcycle before it crosses the contested roadblock. Just a few meters away, I realized that the motorcycle driver had the same intention, forcing me to take on my next option. My naturally wide eyes opened its widest when I noticed too late a 3x6 inches wooden plank on top of the entire length of the roadblock. Both feet being clipped to the pedals, a full stop was out of the question. Left with no other choice, I braced myself to ram directly to the wood plank hopeful that the impact would cause it to fall down. And, boy... no wonder they call it hard wood.
I found out later after I picked up my spoils of war…watch with a broken strap…a shaken pride…. that the wood plank was nailed to the signboards.
Well….the swelling bruises on both my forearms and right hips are mute witnesses to my ignominious loss with my war versus the wooden plank. Oh…of course, there are other witnesses --- like the 2 other bikers right behind me.
For sure, the minor wounds in my arms would only take a few days to heal…but…how long does it take to heal a bruised ego?
It was about a quarter before 6 in the morning when I approached said roadblock, made-up of 3 makeshift wooden signboards and an orange-colored hard plastic barrier placed about a meter apart along side each other. The day before, I noted that one can negotiate right through each meter gap.
My pet peeve while biking is being compelled to stop after gaining momentum. It is a hassle to stop in the course of my trip and pick up pace all over again.
As I was getting nearer the roadblock, I thought of 2 options. First, to take the opposite lane with an oncoming speeding motorcycle and a jeepney right behind it; second, to pass through the one meter gap between the orange plastic barrier and one of the wooden signages. Full stop? I just mentioned it’s a hassle…so...not one of my options.
I picked up speed to beat the motorcycle before it crosses the contested roadblock. Just a few meters away, I realized that the motorcycle driver had the same intention, forcing me to take on my next option. My naturally wide eyes opened its widest when I noticed too late a 3x6 inches wooden plank on top of the entire length of the roadblock. Both feet being clipped to the pedals, a full stop was out of the question. Left with no other choice, I braced myself to ram directly to the wood plank hopeful that the impact would cause it to fall down. And, boy... no wonder they call it hard wood.
I found out later after I picked up my spoils of war…watch with a broken strap…a shaken pride…. that the wood plank was nailed to the signboards.
Well….the swelling bruises on both my forearms and right hips are mute witnesses to my ignominious loss with my war versus the wooden plank. Oh…of course, there are other witnesses --- like the 2 other bikers right behind me.
For sure, the minor wounds in my arms would only take a few days to heal…but…how long does it take to heal a bruised ego?
2 comments:
hahahahahahaha it was nailed!!!!!b
of course i'm laughing cuz i already know that the fall was worse than your injuries
he he he
yes gu. i felt like a bull charging the red flag. but the bull definitely had it better. hehe
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