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Conquering the KRCP Road Rally with the TVS Apache RTR 180
It must have been a couple of years since I last made a ride report to MotorCyclePhilippines.com. I can’t even remember what that ride report was all about. But heck, a couple years and gazillions of kilometers later, here I am, back to where it all started.
It started when I got a Facebook chat from the master pain himself, Mr. Bimbo Isidro, asking me if I wanted to join the KRCP Road Rally using the TVS Apache RTR 180. Knowing all too well the Indian brand’s reputation from friends who bought them and tasted the bike’s prowess, I immediately confirmed my desire to use and abuse the mythical race-proven bike. I was told I wouldn’t be able to get the bike until two weeks before the event. I had to familiarize myself with the controls and handling and stuff. Alas, I got it a week before the run.
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KRCP Road Rally 24 Hours 1000 Kilometers Endurance Challenge
The Kawasaki Riders Club of the Philippines, in which I am an honorary member, will be celebrating their tenth year anniversary. The members were thinking of doing something fun and exciting that would generate interest in the community, and to boost its membership. They had to create a noise, and they thought of holding up an endurance challenge.
The event they conjured up, lengthy but straightforwardly named KRCP Road Rally 24 Hours 1000 Kilometer Endurance Challenge.
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RTR – Readying To Rock!
Barely a week before the event, I finally got a glimpse of the TVS Apache RTR 180, handed to me personally by Mr. Lester Tiu. I was hoping to get the white one. I got the black instead. I wasn’t disappointed! I immediately knew where to put all the decals I had ordered from Mr. Jun Mirasol of JM Mirasol Advertising.
The first few meters of riding the Apache home, I knew my ride is awesome. I had it for about a week before the event, still, everytime I saddle up, the ride’s an awesome experience. Why?
- Power – It has 180cc of displacement in the engine. Yes it has the power
- Speed – Getting to 3 digit speeds, easy. My most was 119kmh. Some were able to get 124kmh. Remember, I’m big-boned especially in the stomach area.
3 days before the Road Rally, I installed CycleSeal Tire Sealant. I never do long rides or endurance rides without installing it in whatever bike I intend to use. The wonder formula that automatically seals punctured tire, was created by Mr. Peter Garcia, a chemist by profession who saw other use for his sticky concoction.
2 days before the event, Mr. Randy Silva-Netto sponsored me two important accessories one can put in one’s bike. A 12-bulb LED auxiliary light, wonderful for night rides and a clamp-on USB charger, for phones and GPS. Also, Mr. Allan Pondoc let me try a FOBO Max, and nifty device that could act as a theft deterrent.
A day before the event, my neighbor Mr. Edwin Rivera gave me a yellow filter for the LED. As for my things, I used Overdose tankbag, with a see-through front flap that let’s you put phones and GPS inside while still being able to use it.
I prepped my Spyder Blaze jacket, Spyder gloves and Spyder helmet days before the event. With everything in place, I was ready to rock and roll.
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Painting the Town Green
I was beginning to toy with the idea of begging off to the challenge. I was supposed to get plenty of sleep and rest, but I wasn’t able to. I attended two events that same day of the flag-off. I was already drained! When I arrived at Wheeltek Buendia at about 7.30pm, the place was jam-packed! Almost all those 270 registered participants were already lined up in the streets, riders final-checking their bikes. All those chatter, bike revs, and the whole hullabaloo, just got me up and running. My blood pumped life back into my body. Exhaustion was gone as soon as friendly faces greeted me and ushered me in to the registration.
I spent the remaining 2.5 hours before takeoff preparing the bike and installing more decals from sponsors.
T minus a minute, all the riders were pumped up, blowing horns, fistbumping each other. As I was one of the last to arrive at the grid, I was at the backmost portion of it, exactly the way I’ve always liked it. Then in a blur, I found myself speeding away from Wheeltek, onto the line of watchers on the side of the street, trying to escape the claws of the Metro’s traffic. It was an incredible sight to behold, a long line of green along the highway, painting the towns green.
A few minutes into riding the night, I found myself in Cavite and tried to gas up. Yes I was so busy that day, I wasn’t even able to fill ‘er up. I would’ve used my Petron Fuel cards but to my horror, I brought the wrong cards which I put in my wallet a week before. I only had enough moolah to last me about 1000 kilometers, meaning if I continue, no food for me. Good thing I was in Cavite, a place all too familiar. I decided to drop by the house, get a few more moolah, and carried on the ride.
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A Lone Wolf in a Pack of Green
I was told it was chaos in the first checkpoint. Riders mobbed the marshals and they had no choice but to waive the signing of the passports so they can get rid of the crowd. The table was destroyed! They too just waived their signature, stamped my card, and let me off. It was a consistent solo night riding from there on.
I wasn’t actually solo the whole time. I found myself being in the company of the CODE-R team occasionally. We often see each other in gas stops, and in checkpoints. I’d always stay at the back, acting as informal sweeper for the group
As opposed to most, I actually enjoy riding alone. I do what I want, I stop whenever I can, I eat wherever my nose points me. Endurance rides are no exception, I enjoy riding solo.
Even though I wasn’t fast, I was consistently revving the TVS Engine. At no point in time did it stall or even showed signs of wear. Although it may lack the smooth and almost non-existent vibration from other engines, the TVS actually should boastfully embrace the unmistakable quiver of a powerful bike. I was enjoying revving up the engine, at times to the red line, but my week of abuse of the bike led me to the conclusion that the Apache is no sissy bike. It withstood the rigors of racing at the MBF Cup, I was pretty sure it’d excel in endurance riding.
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Cold Rainy Night in the Mountain Roads with Zero Visibility
It was almost a worry-free distant riding for me, until I reached the last checkpoint in Infanta. I was told that I could take it easy from there, since I’m just an hour or two away from the finishline. I got four more hours to spare so I decided to rest, drink some water, continue installing decal to the TVS. Until the sky darkened, and an impending rain threatened my opportunity to finish the run. I immediately got back in the saddle, started the engine and began the final ascent to the stretch of the Marcos Highway, or more popularly known by riders as MaRiLaQue.
Just a few minutes of riding homeward-bound, precipitation stroke. Then heavy rain poured. Then night fell. So it was cold, raining hard, at night, and in a treacherous mountain road. And on top of that, I got zero-visibility. I was riding down the seemingly endless Marcos highway. I was slow, shivering, I started to dread the idea that I wouldn’t be able to finish this. Even though the spirit dampened, my bike just kept roaring, wanting me to push thru, push hard. I imagined, if my bike didn’t not give up on me, for the duration of the event, running nonstop for almost a day, why should I?
I kept on, having not slept for 2 days now. I was getting to the point of being a zombie in the streets. The sight of still traffic congested Metro Manila was actually a welcome sight, I know that I was near home. I throttled up a notch, knowing I’m close to the finish line. As I was unaware of the time, all I knew was that I may or may not make it because of the fog of MaRiLaQue which dragged me. When I reached the finish line in Wheeltek Buendia, it was almost the same view as I witnessed it the day before. The street filled with riders and their bikes, the main difference was instead of the lively audience, they are beat tired, lying on the street, inside the showroom, eating, almost listless. I immediate asked the marshal who welcomed me, “Did I make it?”
“Yes.”
Thanks:
I thank a lot of people, if not for them, life is just a little hard. Spyder Philippines, Granstar, TVS Manila, Overdose Motoproducts, JM Mirasol Advertising, CycleSeal Tire Sealant, Petron, Wheeltek, J-Zone, Fobo and of course, MotorcyclePhilippines.Com.