“When I get rich I’ll buy my own car first.” Those are the lines I hear from my friends and classmates when we talk about our future plans.
And I stay silent while they talk about different made and model.
I don’t want a car, or at least it’s not on my list of priorities, because I actually wanted a motorbike, a Davidson to be exact (hopefully) but I know that I won’t really shed cash that huge for an expensive stuff so if anyone is willing to donate, I’m more than willing to accept.Actually, Honda motorbike is enough for me.
Aside from the fact that I already know how to drive a motorbike I think they are more efficient in a place where traffic is a daily problem, and I enjoy how the wind feels on my skin whenever I drive or ride on it. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to have my own car ( or do I? Haha), it’s just that motorbike just speaks more to me than wheels.
I remember back riding on my cousin’s motorbike with a speed of 80kph (even more) and not getting scared and mind you I’m not even holding unto him for balance or support. It feels great, like I’m flying and that no one can stop me. Or that maybe this is how it feels when playing Quidditch or riding a Nimbus 2000.
You see, I never got scared of riding vehicle that runs fast, with exception if it sways and swerves, because I love the feeling. I often mock (sorry) those people who hold tight when riding a motorbike even if it’s not really fast or when girls ride side wards (Tip: It’s much more harder to ride a motorbike sideways not just for the passenger but for the driver as well, the controls will be much more harder to handle) Actually I never thought I’ll ever get scared riding a vehicle that drives so fast, until I went to La Union.
We went to La Union for our docu shoot in San Juan. We stayed in San Gabrielle and before we can travel to San Juan we must ride a jeepney bound to San Fernando and every time we ride it’s like we’re casts on a shooting of a fast and furious movie.
I pride myself for being an adrenaline junkie but riding on it and thinking how people living on the said route manage to cope with it on a daily basis makes me scared not just for me but for them as well. The journey consists of curvy lanes and sharp corners. You can just only imagine how I unconsciously stop myself from breathing every time we take turns.
Most of the time I enjoy riding ‘patok’ jeeps or those daredevil jeeps that runs so fast, it’s almost always convenient especially when you’re late for school, which is my story every day.
Also, on our way home every night we find it difficult to hail jeepneys since they speed so fast and because their route placards are not illuminated! The minute you were able to read it is also the time they’ve already passed by.
So, to the jeepneys out there in La Union, I congratulate you all for making me feel scared again. Thank you for reminding me how danger feels like and how you keep me still alive and kicking.
I’m back on my comfort zone now and I promise to be back, not mainly because of your ride but more because of the beach, but I still want to ride some other time.
So see you soon, and when I’m back I’ll show you how brave I become now.
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