
After a long wait for the announcement of the next mission ride, it was finally posted by RFAC Scoutmaster Extremevelocity: BAHAY AMPUNAN in Barrio TALAGA, TANAUAN, BATANGAS.
Soon after the revelation of the venue, came a series of discussions on a specific part of the route to Barrio Talaga. The steep and winding road from Tagaytay down to Talisay raised concerns from caring RFAC Volunteers. In no time, Ride Director Blacknaz07 took over a series of meetings with his Marshals and co-COEs. He also humbly sought the advice and assistance of regular experienced Volunteer Riders in his priority of wanting to get all the riders down in one piece.
The break of that beautiful dawn dictated the mood of this mission ride. One after another, the Volunteers came with packages attached with their motorcycles. Each had a special offering for the abandoned grandmothers who were taken in by the orphanage that was set up by the Catholic Women’s League of Tanauan City, Batangas. As usual, there were familiar faces, as well as new Volunteers. Very noticeable was the more frequent sound of the shutters from a grown number of sophisticated cameras that constantly clicked away. This was carved-out to be another memorable mission ride and the Shooters had once again frozen the event into incredible photos!
As Spearhead/Scoutmaster Extremevelocity rolled out, two long lines of the 165-motorcycle convoy followed in cadence. We were led through all kinds of terrain, from the new C-5 Extension and through a dirt road at the confusing Zapote junction. We slipped through the traffic of Aguinaldo Highway with protection from the Marshals. There was one minor fall but the well-geared rider gingerly stood up, dusted off his protectors and proceeded with his conviction.
In no time, we all were at the mouth of that overly feared Tagaytay-Talisay Road. Once again, Sir Blacknaz07 pulled all his Marshals in. He sent them down as an advance party and strategically deployed them in sharp curves and steep roads. First to be dispatched were the tightly guarded first-timers to the road – well escorted down by the best Marshals of RFAC. Next were the scooters, underbones, and dirt bikes. Of course, last to descend were the Sweepers who readily came to the rescue of one Mio that had mechanical trouble. At the foot of the winding road, all the riders patiently and worriedly waited until word came in that the Sweepers were on their way down with the Mio. The dreaded road merely proved to be just another pat on the back of the RFAC Volunteer. The winding road was just appetizer!
All for one and one for all, the RFAC Volunteers rolled another ten more kilometers or so to where the climax of the ride was waiting to happen. One by one, the bikes entered the barren front lawn of the facility. Not long after, an approximated 1,500sqm. lawn was filled with the RFAC horses. At dismount, all the small donations were placed on a table near the waiting grandmothers. Imagine the boredom of old age being interrupted by this spectacle of a motorcycle invasion! That alone was an imprint astonishing enough to squeeze into the crowded engrams of their over-crowded memory banks. It was hard not to think about the probability that this event was a “ last hurrah” for some of them, especially the one who managed only to open her eyes a few seconds far and in between her fatigue of a lifetime.
But yes, most of the old ladies put on their best smiles and greeted us with the warmth that otherwise would have gone to their visiting offspring. Marshals Joko and Emay created havoc when they trotted into “center stage” to the tune of “Nobody But You”. One by one, the lolas, who still had a little left in their dancing feet, were pulled to dance in the middle. Surprisingly, even Ride Director Blacknaz07 rose to the occasion and picked up a dancing lola partner!
After the helmet was passed around (in support for future RFAC ride expenses) and after the Shooters feasted on the scrambling volunteers, it was time to go. We unceremoniously bade goodbye and even before the dirt bikers did their stunts to punctuate the visit, some of the old smiling eyes started to wither back to nothingness. No words can even attempt to describe the impact of how a special day at the dusk of one’s lifetime could have meant.
Another job well-done, another mission ran. God had again smiled at the brave and shining RFAC heart!
Ride Report by Stiriroy
Photos by : francismalasig, hauzwife_rider, angels circle; trigger0088



















































