Day 4: Come away with me The winds from the ghats were strong and chilly and they hit my dried and tired face. My chin itched. Over the past week, I had grown quite a beard. As I glanced in the mirror of the Enfield I was sitting on, I noticed her walk behind me. […]Read more "Wild Winter Ride 3.0: Come away with me"
Day 2, Night: Blitz to Bekal As I rode my way through the forest, I could hear the streams flowing beside. It was pitch black and there were all sorts of sounds. Afraid whether I would come across a wild animal, I tried to speed along, however the low visibility and the bad condition of […]Read more "Wild Winter Ride 3.0: Blitz to Bekal"
Day 2, Evening: Windmills of my mind Talakaveri was never part of the plan. But then again, the WWR has never been about plans. As I paid my respects inside the Bhagandeshwara temple upon the thriveni sangama, Shenaz was busy discussing with local shopkeepers about the road ahead. ‘Sangeet, we can either make a dash […]Read more "Wild Winter Ride 3.0: Windmills of my mind"
Day 1, Afternoon: The simplicity of gold Riding on the lovely roads, we entered the district of Kodagu, or Coorg. The tree cover was much dense. We rode beside each other. After a quick-lunch followed by a sulaimaani, from a roadside hotel we continued till we reached the Golden Temple at Bylaguppe or the Namdroling […]Read more "Wild Winter Ride 3.0: The simplicity of gold"
Day 1, Morning: Royal Relief The two of us took the Kanakpura road that headed towards Mysore. Though this was the longer route, it was more scenic. We managed to leave the city before the rush hour began. Soon enough, we were riding along the beautiful, black, curvaceous, slender roads adorned with trees and fields […]Read more "Wild Winter Ride 3.0 Royal Relief"
Prologue: The dawn had begun to break. We were thirty minutes behind schedule. The december morning was chilly and the fog had not lifted off yet. The air smelt fresh. As I stood over the parapet outside Shenaz’s house, I gazed at the VW Polo parked downstairs. Bright red, she looked very pretty. It had […]Read more "Wild Winter Ride 3.0"
So, thanks to Indiblogger and Castrol Power1 for coming up with a blogging contest to try and define the Indian biker. Not only does it bring me back to the workshop after a short gap, but this time it’s about biking. An activity (if I may call it so) I personally cherish a lot. mo·tor·cy·cle […]Read more "The Indian Biking Life Cycle – 101"