Habeeb Adamu, a young Accountant, who recently moved to Lagos might have hopped on and off a bicycle as a pastime while growing up in Northern Nigeria, he had never perceived cycling as more than another avenue to engage in childish playfulness with kids of his age. To him, it was just one of those sports.
He however, came to experience other beneficial sides of the sport when he had the opportunity to ride with a club of cycling professionals and enthusiasts in Lagos. He shares his experience below:
Ever since I got the news that I have been promoted to Cycology Riding Club, I have been looking forward to my first ride with the pros. And as providence will have it, my first ride coincided with a great event championed by the club in collaboration with Rotary International. Tagged “Polio Awareness Challenge,” the event is expected to raise enough fund and awareness to combat poliomyelitis in Nigeria.
To say I was eagerly waiting for this day is an understatement. I was anxious and overjoyed. Funny as it sounds, I woke up twice in the middle of the night thinking it was time, thinking that my dependable alarm could fail me this time. That goes to show how anxious I was.
On our way to the point of convergence (the Syrian Club), it drizzled. The weather threatened to ruin what is supposed to be one of my memorable days in Lagos. I remember praying inwardly for it not to rain.
And it didn’t. At least not heavy enough to mar the day.
So we took off to the National Stadium for a photo session. The ride to the stadium was adventurous. For the first time in my stay here, I got to see and rode past so many areas in Lagos. But the ride to wasn’t as exciting as the ride from the stadium, considering the fact that only Mr. Nanbol and I rode.
The ride from the stadium was quite interesting, to say the least. We rode with Group C at a maximum speed of about 30km.
To what can I liken that exotic feeling as we rode through the Third Mainland Bridge (sandwiched by the sea)? What I like most about the ride was the spirit of oneness exuded by the team. The camaraderie. The “One for all, and all for one” attitude.
As we rode, I pondered over the ability of sport to bring together people who, hitherto, knew next to nothing about one another. There I was in the midst of the who’s who, the creme de la creme of the cycling community. I wondered how else our paths would have crossed if it were not for cycling.
Riding with the professionals does one thing to you. It makes you push your boundaries. It has a synergistic effect that makes you improve.
Especially when, on a lighter note, there is a lady in the group. You can’t afford to rack up when she’s still on the saddle.
We rode past so many places. Places like Yaba, Ebute-Meta, Oworo (or something close to that, pardon my Yoruba), etc. Finally, we went to Bourdillon Street for the usual loop(s) before we had a coffee break.