This year, I celebrated my 52nd trip around the sun with a birthday ride that was equal parts epic, exhausting, and downright silly. The plan? Ride 52 kilometers through Jakarta’s bustling streets, matching my age with every pedal stroke, and cap it off with a victory lap to the historic Old City of Batavia. Spoiler alert: I nailed it, and I had a blast doing it. So, buckle up (or clip in), and let me take you along for the ride.

The 52km Challenge: Sudirman, Kuningan, and a Whole Lot of Hustle

The morning started with a sunrise glow over Jakarta’s skyline, my trusty bike gleaming, and a playlist of ‘80s rock anthems pumping through my earbuds. The route? A loop through the city’s beating heart—Sudirman’s sleek skyscrapers, Kuningan’s corporate buzz, and the iconic Hotel Indonesia Roundabout, where traffic is both a dance and a duel. My goal was simple but ambitious: 52 kilometers to mark 52 years, with an average speed north of 30 km/h. No pressure, right?

Let me tell you, Jakarta’s roads are not for the faint of heart. Between dodging motorbikes and navigating the occasional pothole, it felt like a real-life video game. But I was in the zone—legs pumping, heart racing, and a grin plastered on my face. By the time I hit the 52km mark, my bike computer confirmed I’d crushed it: average speed, 32.2 km/h. Take that, Father Time! I was sweaty, triumphant, and ready for the next chapter of my birthday adventure.

A Leisurely Roll to Old City of Batavia

With the hard work done, I shifted gears (literally and figuratively) for a leisurely ride to Jakarta’s Old City of Batavia, a place where history whispers from every cobblestone. The vibe here is a stark contrast to modern Jakarta—less glass and steel, more colonial charm and weathered beauty. My destination was Fatahillah Park, the beating heart of the Old City, and a perfect spot to soak in some history and snap a few photos.

As I rolled into the park, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. I’d just biked my age, and now I was surrounded by centuries-old stories etched into the architecture. Fatahillah Park, named after the legendary Fatahillah who founded Jakarta (then called Jayakarta) in 1527, is a living postcard of the city’s colonial past. Once the administrative center of the Dutch East India Company, the square was known as Stadhuisplein, anchored by the grand Stadhuis (now the Jakarta History Museum). Back in the 17th century, this was where deals were struck, justice was dispensed, and the Dutch flexed their colonial muscle. The park’s wide, open space, framed by museums and old cannons, still carries that weight of history, but today it’s just as likely to be filled with street performers, food carts, and selfie-snapping tourists.

The Silly Side of 52: Horsing Around on a Cannon

After parking my bike, I grabbed my camera and got to work capturing the moment. The cobblestones, the colonial facades, the golden light—it was all Instagram gold. But the real highlight? A photo that perfectly captured the theme of my 52nd birthday: Being Above Fifty Doesn’t Stop You from Being Silly. Picture this: me, a grown adult, perched on one of the old fort cannons in Fatahillah Park, striking a pose like I’m riding a horse in some grand medieval battle. Legs swinging, goofy grin, and not a care in the world. I’m pretty sure the cannon wasn’t designed for this, but it held up, and the photo is now my prized possession.

Why the silliness? Because turning 52 doesn’t mean you have to trade fun for “maturity.” If anything, it’s a license to lean into the absurd, to laugh at yourself, and to find joy in the little things—like pretending a rusty cannon is a gallant steed. Life’s too short to take seriously, especially when you’ve got the quads to bike 52km and the heart to act like a kid.

Reflections from the Saddle

As I pedaled home, the sun setting over Jakarta’s eclectic mix of old and new, I couldn’t stop smiling. This birthday ride was more than just a physical challenge; it was a reminder that age is just a number, and the only limits are the ones we set for ourselves. From the adrenaline of speeding through Sudirman to the quiet awe of Fatahillah Park’s history, every moment felt like a gift. And that silly cannon photo? It’s going up on my wall as a daily reminder to keep playing, keep exploring, and never stop being a little ridiculous.

So here’s to 52 years, 52 kilometers, and countless more adventures. If I can ride my age and still have the energy to clown around on a cannon, who knows what’s next? Maybe 53km next year… or a unicycle. Stay tuned.

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A Quick Note on Fatahillah Park’s History
Fatahillah Park, located in Jakarta’s Kota Tua (Old Town), is a historic gem. Named after Fatahillah, the leader who established Jayakarta in 1527, the square became the heart of Dutch colonial Batavia in the 17th century. Known then as Stadhuisplein, it was the administrative hub, with the Stadhuis (city hall) at its center. The area saw everything from trade deals to public executions, reflecting the era’s harsh colonial rule. Today, the park is a vibrant public space, home to the Jakarta History Museum, Wayang Museum, and Fine Art and Ceramics Museum, drawing locals and tourists alike to its blend of history and charm.