Monthly Archives: March 2014

Longer Than Planned

I have a full-time job now.  It is lots of fun, but it does cut into my cycling time.  I can’t get to all the weekday evening rides.

My job also cuts into my bike-fitting time.  Sometimes I have to forgo a Saturday morning ride to do a bike fit.

So it was very nice to meet up with the Flipsiders yesterday morning at Bukit Jelutong.  Mark had planned an extension to our usual Kundang route.  Perhaps an additional 20 or 30 kilometers on top of the usual 60 km.

The first stop, as usual, was for food and drink.

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Photograph courtesy of Marco Lai

After teh tarik and roti canai or nasi lemak, we continued along Jalan Kuala Selangor past the Sungai Buloh Prison and onward to Ijok.

Kampung Kuantan Route

 

On the other side of Ijok we turned right onto one of the longest arrow-straight roads I have ever been on.  8 kilometers in all.

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Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim

This is a rarely-used road, so we took the chance to lark around.

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Photograph courtesy of Marco Lai

Our next stop was for photographs at a popular tourist spot.  The location of what is reputed to be one of the biggest firefly colonies on the world.

Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim

Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim

We didn’t ride quite as far as Kuantan.  It was fun pretending minus Danny who was behind the camera.

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The anti-clockwise loop from Ijok brought us back to the LATAR Expressway.  From there we were on familiar roads.  That is until we got to the interchange with the Guthrie Corridor Expressway.

The LATAR Expressway is 32 km long, and it runs between Ijok and Templer’s Park.  We have ridden the 21 km from the Guthrie Corridor Expressway interchange to Ijok and back many times.  We had never done the 11 km from that interchange to the other end of the LATAR at Templer’s Park.

By that point in the ride we were on track to cover about 110 km.  Marco and I couldn’t convince Cedric, Chris, Danny and Mark to ride an extra 22 km.  They headed back to Bukit Jelutong, and Marco and I rode toward Templer’s Park.

There wasn’t a u-turn at the Templer’s Park end of the Expressway like there is at the Ijok end.  So we had to get across four lanes of traffic to head back to the Guthrie interchange.  Fortunately there were roadworks in progress, so traffic was forced to slow down enough for us to turn around without getting run over.

The rest of the ride was uneventful, except for the puncture I had about 10 km from Bukit Jelutong.  A piece of wire was the culprit.  The edge of a drain at the El Mina R&R stop was a convenient place to perch as I replaced the inner tube.

Photograph courtesy of Marco Lai

Photograph courtesy of Marco Lai

Marco and I rode about 130 km.  Certainly more than planned.  It is a route worth doing again though.

 

 

Smoke Gets in Your Eyes *

Image courtesy of Dave Ern

Image courtesy of Dave Ern

The weather has not been kind lately to Kuala Lumpur.  It has been very hot and dry.  The month-long drought has had two effects.  One is that water rationing has been imposed.   The other is that forest and peat fires have sprung up, driving air quality to unhealthy levels.

It is no wonder Dave Ern posted weather and haze updates in the days leading up to the Iron Horse ride.

Image courtesy of Dave Ern

Image courtesy of Dave Ern

Image courtesy of Dave Ern

Image courtesy of Dave Ern

The main concern was the haze.  The air quality was in the moderate range on Wednesday.  Conditions deteriorated as the weekend approached.  By Saturday the API value was in the unhealthy range.

Nevertheless about forty people gathered in the car park at GM Klang for the start of a two-day round trip ride to Port Dickson and back.

Photograph courtesy of Nelson Ng Hong Tuck

Photograph courtesy of Nelson Ng Hong Tuck

The ride would take us out to the coast at Morib.  We would then ride south along the coast to Port Dickson.

Avillion Route

The early going was not pleasant.  This was on the way out of Klang enroute to Banting.

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The air quality got worse the closer we got to Morib.  Many of us had masks or bandannas over our mouths and noses.  I had neither, but made sure that I was breathing through my nose rather than through my mouth.

There was little we could do about our stinging eyes though.  Except hope that the air would be clearer and cleaner along the coast.

At Morib we should have been able to see the beach and the sea.  We couldn’t.

It was not until we got to Tanjung Sepat, about halfway to Port Dickson, that the haze started to clear.  At that point I was in a group of six cyclists that was ahead of the other riders.  Traffic lights, flat tires and other stops had slowed the rest down.

The six of us made our first stop at Tanjung Sepat.  Soft boiled eggs, buttered toast and kaya, and iced tea for everyone.

The wind had picked up by the time we got rolling again.  Not so good that it seemed to be a constant headwind.  Very good that it cleared the smoke and haze.

Photograph courtesy of Junie Leow

Photograph courtesy of Junie Leow

At Sungai Pelek we took a detour through a housing estate and an oil palm estate to get to the little ferry that crosses the Sungai Sepang.

Photograph courtesy of Ann Daim

Photograph courtesy of Ann Daim

We got onto the ferry in the state of Selangor, and disembarked a few minutes later in the state of  Negeri Sembilan.  This is the Selangor side of the river.

Photograph courtesy of Junie Leow

Photograph courtesy of Junie Leow

The first half of the ride was a battle through the smoke and haze.  The second half of the ride was a battle though the heat.  We stopped for cold drinks and ice cream at Sungai Pelek.  We stopped for more cold drinks and ice cream 15 km later on the outskirts of Port Dickson.  We had only 10 km further to go, but it was so hot.  We had to rehydrate and cool down.

I dove into the freezer cabinet and discovered Nestle Apple Sourz iced lollies.  They were so good, and I was so hot,  that I had three of them.  Those frozen treats, and the air-conditioning in the 7-11, cooled me down enough to face the final 10 km to the Avillion Hotel.

Photograph courtesy of ScoopyScoop.com

Photograph courtesy of ScoopyScoop.com

Twenty five hot minutes later the six of us rode up to the lobby of the Avillion Port Dickson.

Photograph courtesy of Travel Advisor

Photograph courtesy of Travel Advisor

Our relief at arriving at our destination was short-lived.  There are two Avillions in Port Dickson, and we were at the wrong one.

So we had 5 km more to cover before we got to the Avillion Admiral Cove.

Photograph courtesy of Travel Photographer Asia

Photograph courtesy of Travel Photographer Asia

The other Flipsiders had made a stop along the way for clay pot chicken rice.  They arrived later but not as hungry as I was.

Photograph courtesy of Brian Tan

Photograph courtesy of Brian Tan

I was thankful for a cold shower and air-conditioning.  My young riding partners were staying at the Best Western.  A further 15 km down the road.  They hung out for quite a while in the lobby of the Avillion Admiral Cove, waiting for their friends.

Photograph courtesy of Brian Tan

Photograph courtesy of Brian Tan

The most adventurous ones in our group camped on the beach.

Photograph courtesy of Kellie Itoe

Photograph courtesy of Kellie Itoe

These true tourers packed up their tents the next morning and rode the 115 m back to Klang.

Photograph courtesy of Ann Daim

Photograph courtesy of Ann Daim

The guys I cycled together with did the return trip also.  These guys rode an extra 20 km to get to the start at GM Klang.  They then had an extra 15 km to the Best Western Resort in Port Dickson.  So in all they rode about 315 km.

Photograph courtesy of Brian Tan

Photograph courtesy of Brian Tan

I took the easy way back home.  As a passenger in my biker chick’s car.

The ride was smokey.  The ride was hot.  Given the chance I am sure we all would do it again.

Photograph courtesy of Ann Daim

Photograph courtesy of Ann Daim

* With thanks to The Platters