FINISH LINE: ATOK-YO DRIFT

a decade of wondering whether i'd max out at 27. a number obsession. born in '86, a saturday. 27 in '13. such perfect details. it became a number to achieve. a number to overcome. made no plans beyond that point. with thoughts of either success or failure, 28 was always blurry.

oh look! i survived!

sumakay ng bus sa cauayan. nag-taxi sa cubao. jumingle sa makati. nagpa-gas sa malolos. nagbangka sa calumpit. nag-hotdog sa tarlac. nagpa-gas sa san manuel. natrapik sa kennon. naligaw sa baguio. nag-lunch sa hotel. bumiling panghilod sa sm. naghanap ng bar sa nevada. nakakita ng nagsusuntukan sa session road. nakatulog ng naka-medyas. nagpa-gas sa bonifacio st.. hinabol ng aso sa brgy. ambassador. bumangking sa halsema hi-way. at nagkape sa atok.

seventy four hundred feet above sea level. seventy four hundred feet away from the politics of my shitty life. seventy four hundred feet closer to escape. if only my motorcycle has sufficient propulsion system given its weight plus mine and reach escape velocity (and not just 90+kph), oh, i'd go all the way up. oh well.

P.S. i need a bigger bike.

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Monday, June 2, 2014 at 12:36pm UTC+08