Prologue: Riding alone at 80 Kmph, It suddenly hit me that, Yes! cruising at 80 Kmph is fun, it's not necessary to always rip. Now I truly understood all those who were talking about cruising. Just because there is a straight empty road and you have 21 horses under you doesn't mean you need to be at 3 digit speeds all the time. I suddenly yelled inside my helmet, I am back, the hotshot is back!
Flashback: On the ghats of Yercaud, I was riding at around 80 Kmph, Manu was behind me. A blind left-hander and a white matador appears out of the blue. I jammed the brakes and unfortunately for me, the rear disc which doesn't hold 90% of the time, decided to lock and the bike fish-tailed, we went sliding, I was thrown off the bike, the bike went and hit the matador. I was told months later that the matador's front tyre went on my bike's headlight section and came back(still gives me the goose-bumps imagining it). My bike basically looked like a Tyrannosaurus Rex had taken a chunk off the front part of my bike :p In short, my bike was wrecked but rideable, physically I was surprisingly fine except some wounds, mentally I was devastated and words are not enough to describe my condition.
2 months after the crash: My parents were out of town and I was alone at home. The previous night, I had heard Avinash and Suraj talking about me, they were wondering what's going to happen to me(the biker in me that is). Basically I was like a guy who had gone through a bitter break-up. It was afternoon and I was going through some pictures put up by my friend Bhavishya of his Leh-ride! And suddenly I said to myself, I am a biker and I am not going to stop living my life because of one crash. I remembered someone saying that you learn more from one crash than a thousand hours of riding. I said to myself, I create the world that I live in and only I shall decide the course of my life. I just thought about the logistics, physical condition: whole and healthy, bike condition: not so good( 25% - actual, 75% - mental), mental condition: 100% fucked up. I dint have gloves, so I called up Suraj, went with him to BDA complex, bought a pair of leather gloves, told him that I was going on a date ;).
1830 hours, I started from home, thought of Kanakpura road as it is my favourite and I love riding there at night with the 220's awesome headlight. Muthathi suddenly came to my mind, I started off and I realised what I was missing! To think I was ever going to stop doing this! Damn! 40 kms done and I had touched 3 digit figures only once and I was actually enjoying this, it was like meditation. It was bliss! I was finally at peace with myself, my bike, the road, the wind, the demons in my mind were in a deep slumber(they later went into coma and haven't recovered yet ;) ). I went to Muthathi, took a U-turn because I was having too much fun, to hell with the destination. I realised later that this was the time when I truly started enjoying the ride and dint give a rat's ass about the destination. And the perceptions have not changed till date! I actually get a feeling of anti-climax when I reach the destination! I start thinking, why couldn't it have been a little more far.
On the way back, as I was passing by Sathnur, I remembered my friend Navya, I called and then went to Navya's home, after some lemonade and some interesting conversation about the house, which reminded me of my ancestral home in my native, I said I was getting late and had to leave, I stayed there for hardly 15 mins. Actually I was just desperate to get back on the road! :p I rode and was having the time of my life and I felt my phone ring but I was having too much fun to bother. Finally I decided to stop at a petrol bunk on Harohalli(halfway back). I called up Suraj and told him what I just did! It took me sometime to convince him that I actually rode alone to muthathi and came back! :p I told him, Dude, I promised you guys a party at my place at 10 and I shall be at Casablanka at 10, I never break a promise. So I left and reached Blanka with some time to spare. I returned back to normal life but deep inside me, something had changed. The hotshot was reborn and he was better than ever. Amen.
So this was the day I became a lone wolf rider. After that day, I have done numerous lone wolf rides on 1,2,4,6,8 lane roads, bad roads, no roads, off-roading, scaled hills and boulders, wheel-spinned in ditches and so on and so on. So if you see a guy on a black bike zooming on NH 209 laughing inside his helmet like a mad man, know that it is the hotshot having the time of his life :)
The interesting part gets over here, read on only if you are jobless. :p
Disclaimer 1: I might appear a bit arrogant at times but I am just expressing the thoughts that till today were only in my mind and in one's own thoughts, I believe, one can be as arrogant as he wants! ;)
Disclaimer 2: A humble request to my cousins and family friends, please do not go and tell my mom about this. It will in no way stop me from riding but it will just increase her tensions. I lie because it stops my mom from worrying pointlessly and I get to live me life, she's happy, I am happy and its a win-win situation - this is my policy. Thank you.
Note: If you like riding alone and need any help in planning or support or even want me to just be the guy you want to call up when you take a pit stop, I am always here for you. I have taken such calls at 2 am and i totally enjoyed talking to him, not to mention I came up with a couple of my best quotes at that time! :)
Flashback: On the ghats of Yercaud, I was riding at around 80 Kmph, Manu was behind me. A blind left-hander and a white matador appears out of the blue. I jammed the brakes and unfortunately for me, the rear disc which doesn't hold 90% of the time, decided to lock and the bike fish-tailed, we went sliding, I was thrown off the bike, the bike went and hit the matador. I was told months later that the matador's front tyre went on my bike's headlight section and came back(still gives me the goose-bumps imagining it). My bike basically looked like a Tyrannosaurus Rex had taken a chunk off the front part of my bike :p In short, my bike was wrecked but rideable, physically I was surprisingly fine except some wounds, mentally I was devastated and words are not enough to describe my condition.
2 months after the crash: My parents were out of town and I was alone at home. The previous night, I had heard Avinash and Suraj talking about me, they were wondering what's going to happen to me(the biker in me that is). Basically I was like a guy who had gone through a bitter break-up. It was afternoon and I was going through some pictures put up by my friend Bhavishya of his Leh-ride! And suddenly I said to myself, I am a biker and I am not going to stop living my life because of one crash. I remembered someone saying that you learn more from one crash than a thousand hours of riding. I said to myself, I create the world that I live in and only I shall decide the course of my life. I just thought about the logistics, physical condition: whole and healthy, bike condition: not so good( 25% - actual, 75% - mental), mental condition: 100% fucked up. I dint have gloves, so I called up Suraj, went with him to BDA complex, bought a pair of leather gloves, told him that I was going on a date ;).
1830 hours, I started from home, thought of Kanakpura road as it is my favourite and I love riding there at night with the 220's awesome headlight. Muthathi suddenly came to my mind, I started off and I realised what I was missing! To think I was ever going to stop doing this! Damn! 40 kms done and I had touched 3 digit figures only once and I was actually enjoying this, it was like meditation. It was bliss! I was finally at peace with myself, my bike, the road, the wind, the demons in my mind were in a deep slumber(they later went into coma and haven't recovered yet ;) ). I went to Muthathi, took a U-turn because I was having too much fun, to hell with the destination. I realised later that this was the time when I truly started enjoying the ride and dint give a rat's ass about the destination. And the perceptions have not changed till date! I actually get a feeling of anti-climax when I reach the destination! I start thinking, why couldn't it have been a little more far.
On the way back, as I was passing by Sathnur, I remembered my friend Navya, I called and then went to Navya's home, after some lemonade and some interesting conversation about the house, which reminded me of my ancestral home in my native, I said I was getting late and had to leave, I stayed there for hardly 15 mins. Actually I was just desperate to get back on the road! :p I rode and was having the time of my life and I felt my phone ring but I was having too much fun to bother. Finally I decided to stop at a petrol bunk on Harohalli(halfway back). I called up Suraj and told him what I just did! It took me sometime to convince him that I actually rode alone to muthathi and came back! :p I told him, Dude, I promised you guys a party at my place at 10 and I shall be at Casablanka at 10, I never break a promise. So I left and reached Blanka with some time to spare. I returned back to normal life but deep inside me, something had changed. The hotshot was reborn and he was better than ever. Amen.
So this was the day I became a lone wolf rider. After that day, I have done numerous lone wolf rides on 1,2,4,6,8 lane roads, bad roads, no roads, off-roading, scaled hills and boulders, wheel-spinned in ditches and so on and so on. So if you see a guy on a black bike zooming on NH 209 laughing inside his helmet like a mad man, know that it is the hotshot having the time of his life :)
The interesting part gets over here, read on only if you are jobless. :p
Disclaimer 1: I might appear a bit arrogant at times but I am just expressing the thoughts that till today were only in my mind and in one's own thoughts, I believe, one can be as arrogant as he wants! ;)
Disclaimer 2: A humble request to my cousins and family friends, please do not go and tell my mom about this. It will in no way stop me from riding but it will just increase her tensions. I lie because it stops my mom from worrying pointlessly and I get to live me life, she's happy, I am happy and its a win-win situation - this is my policy. Thank you.
Note: If you like riding alone and need any help in planning or support or even want me to just be the guy you want to call up when you take a pit stop, I am always here for you. I have taken such calls at 2 am and i totally enjoyed talking to him, not to mention I came up with a couple of my best quotes at that time! :)
