Hello BHPians! I will be sharing one of the best one day off-roading expeditions I have been on till now. This one was the second instalment of the event organised by 8moto on the 30th of August 2015. The trail was the mountains behind the Panshet dam on the river Ambi, 50km south west of Pune. Most of the organisers are my biker buddies and that is how I found out about the outing. I had the option of the Fortuner or the Duke 200. I much preferred the bike and that is what I chose. Getting a bit of mud over oneself cannot be
that bad.
This was going to be my first
serious off-roading experience. I had been on short trips before and a few other in dry/rocky terrain. But none this long and in such swampy, wet and slushy conditions. I had to board a flight to the UK just a few days later and really wanted to return home in one piece. Like any petrolhead would do, I took the plunge anyway.
Ralco Speed Blaster button tyres and an off-road mudguard to accommodate the front tyre were all the modifications I got for the bike. I got a slightly wider 120/80 rear tyre than the stock 150/60.
I got the tyres from a famous dealer on J.M. road for 6k and the mudguard for 500 bucks (including all fitting attachments) in Nana Peth. The flying mudguard however broke on complete fork travel a few moments after I left my house. Barely kept it in place with lots of brown tape.
Getting new shoes
The meeting point was set at the Panshet Boating Club at 7.30 a.m. Two of my friends were accompanying me on their brand new, super reliable (hardly) CD Dawn and Suzuki Samurai motorbikes respectively and we left Pune at 6.30 a.m. As soon as we got near the dam, well placed signboards guided us to the location. Full points to 8moto for attention to detail. We met loads of people on the way all going to the expedition. There was a large parking area to accommodate all the participant vehicles. Motorcyclists greatly outnumbered the two or three Thars, a Gypsy and a Fortuner. A rider full of spirit turned up on a R15.
R15! I don't think he undertook the expedition looking at the pristine condition of the bike
A few were actually brave enough (or just stupid; not sure) to turn up on radial tyres like the Metzelers. They were already having troubles moving a few inches without pushing the bike forward with their feet. If you are ever going to go off-roading, please in the name of everything automotive, get a set of off-road tyres. Don't be the person whose car has to be winched out of a ditch.
The registration fee was Rs. 600 (1000 with pillion). Before registration, each rider was checked for proper riding gear and if they carried valid documents. Helmets, riding jackets, gloves, knee guards and riding boots were mandatory. It was good to see the event organisers paying attention to the safety and well-being of the participants. Breakfast and mineral water was provided as well. Riders with a wide range of skills were present. Rally drivers, motocross riders, enthusiasts and newbies. The rally was flagged off after the driver's briefing. The trail was 60km long with majority of it being muddy and submerged in water due to the severe rainfall in the past few days. Mostly the width of the track was about 3-4 feet with a valley on the other side. It really was a serious event.
Helmet Cam
The fresh cold air, dense forest and the surrounding water body were rejuvenating to the soul. The rain added to the fun of off-roading. I am sure green peace activists will dismember me. The irony is hundreds of fossil fuel guzzling machines roaring through the ecosystem that I find rejuvenating. But it was - it was absolutely beautiful. For once, I was actually enjoying the joy of the machine between my legs rather than trying to blitz down the road to see who's fastest. For the first time in two years since buying this bike, I did not for one second have the intentions of going fast. The terrain forced me to slow down, concentrate well on the throttle and feel what the bike was doing. In several sections there were no fellow participants close by. It was me, the sweet sound of the exhaust and the humbling Sahyadris staring down at me. A bit overboard with the accelerator and the rear wheel spun in place splashing mud all over. I was connected to my bike. Everything from the brake lever pressure to the twist of throttle was managed with precision.
Try to go uphill too fast and the slush punishes you. You fall in the muck and then have to try and grip your riding boots and lift the bike. I hardly used any throttle on the downhill sections to make sure I did not fall. I had around 4 falls throughout the expedition.
The professionals zooming past at seemingly impossible speeds on their two stroke dirt bikes was a common sight. Marshals were posted at an interval of every 10 kms to keep track of all the participants. Riders were going down in all ways and styles possible. I had hardly reached the last section when some motocross riders were already heading back in the opposite direction. The course was laden with several streams and water bodies which had to be crossed. The Duke managed to cross these without breaking a sweat thanks to KTM's well designed underbelly exhaust. I never complained about the Duke's seat too much before but it really caused a bum sore this time. It is just too hard and uncomfortable while off-roading.
"Why do we fall Master Wayne? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up"
The end of the trail was a large flatland with a wide fast flowing stream. This was the moment for the Thars and the Fortuner. They crossed the stream with ease and engaged in a donut battle on the other side. The Fortuner almost slided off the slope and into the stream - almost. A few riders followed suite. Some failed, the ones who managed to cross and come back attained a bit of phallic glory. The national biscuit of India, Parle-G and mineral water bottles were handed out by the marshals.
Break before heading back
On the way back, an alternative, slightly shorter but a more scenic route was chosen. The trail was narrow, and went along the mountains to the absolute peak. A couple "villages" with a handful of huts were along the way. These were areas hardly touched by human intervention. Several of the mountain ranges could now be seen. The thick fog was like riding through the clouds. It was simply mesmerising. There was a massive cliff drop on one side and the soil had sunk in a few places. The crevices were a bit deep and 2-3 feet wide. Jumping these was immense fun.
Riding up the mountain on the way back
The whole expedition took about 5.5 - 6 hours to complete including the break. This was a fairly good time and most folks took the same. Hot food was awaiting back at the Boating Club, which we then proceeded to eat as if we had never seen cooked food before. The whole event was very well planned out and organised by both 8moto and Adivenoo KTM. Credit where due.
Clicked!
There is an inherent feeling of pride and satisfaction in conquering treacherous terrain, especially with a machine you love. Its a feeling of teamwork and survival. People might not understand the point of injecting mud into every crevice of your bike or car and then ending up wallowing like a pig. The detailers probably abhor off-roading to the core. For me, it was an experience of rekindling the love for my bike. Realising that going slow can be fun sometimes and testing the reliability of the machine. Even after several falls, all due to my own incompetence and fatigue, the bike kept on going without a single problem. A big thanks to all those people who put this magnificent machine together!
Home in one piece
While riding home on Sinhagad Road, a man on a motorcycle actually stopped and asked us if we were shooting for an advertisement. He was taken aback by the three men in riding gear and the shear amount of mud we were covered in
Here is the official video of the event. I have wandered into in several shots.
This is a small clip from my GoPro.