Monsoon Madness, 13th July and Birthday :- Contagious Combination
13th July 2014 will always be a memorable day for me. A fun filled memorable birthday is the norm of every year, but a fun filled, energetic and exciting, mud splashing and tire skidding, twists and turns amongst the crazy mist of cloud and rain, sudden rise of roads into the clouds and then immediate braking as road takes a deadly down-turn with continuous explitives heard in the helmet chamber as the MRF Zappers tries hard to bite the mud filled roads, all happening in splits. Just one word :- Mind-blowing.
The day started quite early, at around 5 so that I can reach the meeting point by 6 (NCC Canteeen, Symbiosis). Fellow riders came along with decent sense of timing and off we started around 7. The early morning wait was very boring as we all were hungry but dare not raised the topic with lead. (He in-fact had come after completing his breakfast, presuming we all will be late risers on a Sunday morning, hehe). Anyways, till we reached Bhor, it was quite a chalked out ride, with little rains, but the fun started post it. Someone from our group had already ridden these roads and off we went to some mud filled detouring, from where the fun actually started. Even the rain started to give us company , gifting us Mud filled trails where Zappers had some tough time at corners,though we were not cornering much. The effect of the front bike kissing the mud, gifting it to the follower, and the sudden loss of vision on a muddy track, is something worth experiencing. Its not that risky, but with the combination of a serene atmosphere and this sudden block of vision, typically saw riders trying to zoom ahead, and then the fun. Yippee, you guessed it right, on a narrow muddy road, you zoom ahead and then comes a turn. Thankfully none had any major falls (though we all were in full gears). There were sections where one could see mist in distance, a little raised from the roads. Human tendency is to go for it eagerly, possibly to catch it, as if its going to run away, but then only do you realize, that there is a turn after the rise with mud across the edges and pebbles across the center line. Now everything changes abruptly. Forget the mist, its going to stay, save yourself and the bike and take the turn safely. The mist can be enjoyed later on. Wonder, where was this sense in the beginning? Only the Motorcycle Gods can probably answer. And in those moments, one will hear those chants of expletives, doing its round in the moist atmosphere of your helmet chamber, probably accompanied by drops on your nose (might be rain drops through the visor, might be sweat). You cannot brake as the bike will skid and then you realize that the gears needs to be shifted down for better traction. All these had been told in the briefing, but who cares to remember. But will you forget in future from now onwards, Never!! This is called practical scenario of theoretical implementation.
Returning was through the highway and lunch was on some roadside dhaba. We know certain bikes to be fuel guzzlers, but here in this small dhaba, there were these food guzzlers. No, we did not eat much (I think), but the way it was consumed, I wonder what the other family had thought about this lot. A bunch of armored "bhukkars".
Total distance covered from my home and return back was 150 odd kilometers and I returned by 5:30 PM, to catch some quick nap. To enjoy the world cup at some joint location was the next in target, but ultimately everyone was found glued to their idiot boxes. Call it the tiring bones or exciting match, its your call.
And here are some images :-
With the Ghost Rider
Look I am missing
Rain across the hill-top
Leading somewhere for a something good, away from the menacing crowd
Can you spot my rider buddies?
Waiting patiently for someone to "touch-base"
My zappers did a complete 90 + 90 turns in the very section as I revved the engine at the wrong spot. Result is the above picture. I am looking at their enjoyment through the zoom.
I hope its some sort of a water passage way as it gets connected to the dam down the road. But now its all dry.
My Amun-Ra, my friend. Thank you for not letting me fall off
Yours Truly
Kind regards,
Bikramjit.
P.S. : The entire ride had been performed with proper all round protection, with sense of safety being paramount.