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| Re: Yercaud - A memorable ride with the boys! Right well, this is long overdue, but I thought I'd do a small write-up of my own just so I could convey my version of the ride.
Now, while I've been a lurker on the site for a long time, I just created an account some time back, and once I joined, I found out about these Sunday morning rides that the riders here organized every weekend. Since I hadn't been on a road trip for very long, I went for a small ride with the guys, and I had a really good time.
My bike's initial run in was already done, so I was slowly taking it to its paces to keep up with these guys. Nonetheless, after that first ride with the guys over to Shoolagiri, I felt right at home. I'm not a biker by default, after having had an accident fifteen years ago, I picked up a bike after a very long time a couple of years ago for some random riding. Since I've been driving from the time I was the legal age to drive, I've always felt at home in a car.
But riding with these guys was a whole another experience. I remember goandude asking about Yercaud in that very first ride, and I thought, why not. These guys seem nice, and they're like-minded. I think the Yercaud ride became such a great experience because the discussion about it started right after the trip, and as the days were getting closer, it was getting harder to sleep because I simply couldn't contain the excitement of the ride, and riding with these guys. The night before the ride, just like everyone else, I had barely slept in anticipation that I'd miss my alarm. When I couldn't take it anymore, I got up, took a shower ( mom made me coffee too, sweet of her ) and was all ready to bounce. Took the best part of two minutes to bungee my gym bag over to the back of my bike, and get ready to meet Sammy, goandude, and Chida over at OMR, near my office. This was good for me, since I'm very new to Bangalore, and I didn't want to GPS my way to the meeting point again.
Once we all met up, with considerable delays from a certain someone, we were off to the CMH bus stop to meet Ironh4wk and Ned and then we moved on from there. As we got closer to the meeting point for all of us ( just off the elevated expressway ) I could barely contain myself, but then I remembered I needed some energy for the 250 odd kilometer ride. Once we all got to the meeting point, it seemed that our group was one of the last to reach, with four riders left to join us. While we were waiting for them, we got ourselves acquainted with n_aditya and Ironh4wk who I was riding with for the first time, got in our morning share of naughty quips. Once the remaining riders were in, we had a small issue. Sojogator's second backpack wasn't tied to his bike properly and this resulted in an awkward moment where about 6 or 7 people were standing around his Z800 when Aditya finally got his spare bungee to hold down Sojo's bag.
Before we started, we had a small pep talk, but to be honest, I was just a tiny bit freaked out when the topic of "kin to notify in case of any event". Considering I've been driving for a very long time, in all my road trips, we never had such discussions. Either way, with a safety brief, we were all set, and headed to Shoolagiri for breakfast. By this time it was pretty late ( around 715 am ), but thankfully there weren't miserable amounts of traffic. Once breakfast was done, with half the riders taking advantage of the South Indian spread and the other half doggin down some McDs and once a few of us had tanked up ( neither of the dukes, surprisingly ) we set off with a predetermined next stop. Once we started off and got into our grooves with the riders around us, it was hard not to enjoy the amazing scenery and the frankly, excellent highways ahead of us. It may not be one the best driving roads in the world, like Top Gear says, but it was great for us riders.
...All until we got to Salem. It was so hot ( true TN weather ) and there was just so MUCH traffic. Added_flavor, who was our point man/navigator for the trip claimed he was taking us through the "bypass", but in reality, was just a terrible road probably running through the city. I couldn't help but grumble my way through, what with my bike and its silly ratios for the first 2 gears but once I told myself that twisties were ahead, that dread of running through the traffic soon went away.
And then, the Yercaud board showed up. It was like the sweet nectar of heaven after riding through traffic in Salem.
Before I get to my next bit, I must say that my only experience in the twisties has been in various cars, here and outside the country. This would be the very first time I was going to do a hill climb with a motorcycle and not a car like I'm used to. Not to mention my CBR still has the ContiGos which are notoriously bad tyres when it comes to grip. So I was a little careful on my way up, but as I started exploring the limits of my grip I started to enjoy the ride more and more. It was just turn after turn after turn. Kept my bike at high RPMs the entire time, like I used to on a car, but the feel was different. It was exhilarating and a new feeling that I had never experienced before.
Getting to the top and comparing chicken strips; boy was I surprised when I barely had any tyre left on my lean-ins. I won't bore you guys with the same pictures for reference. The resort that Added_flavor had put us up at was frankly excellent. Sure the road to it could've used some work, but the views were truly amazing all around the cottages. I won't bother you guys with the details and what you already know, so I'll get onto the rain ride...
...Which I didn't go for. I was already paranoid about the weather and my tyres but I was like oh well, let's go for the ride. So three or four of us had already made it down the small hill waiting for the rest of the guys to gear up and come down. But then there was this huge downpour which soaked my jeans in a couple of minutes, so the four of us decided to head back up and we thought it'd be best if we did the ride in the morning or something. However, the others were hellbent on going for it and the four of us who got stuck in the downpour didn't have spare pants and didn't want to risk getting these drenched. Riding with wet pants isn't fun. Also, the rain gear that the rest of the guys had, invariably ended up with stuff dripping into their clothes as is. Either way, we had a good time chitchatting around in the cottage while the guys on the yercaud loop rain ride introduced their gentlemen parts to some cold rain at a hill station.
After everyone got back and dried off, we all just kicked back for a nice session, which was the highlight of the trip for me. It was great getting to know the background of the riders that I was with, where they came from ( no, not location ) and how we were all, in a way, similar, yet so different.
Oh well, good times can't last forever. But they can turn into better times. The morning greeted us with mist all over, and even the astonishing pictures that IronH4wk and Chida captured really didn't do justice to the serenity of the place. There's nothing like waking up without the city roaring around you (it was like that for me in Gurgaon and Bombay, but never in Chennai and Bangalore) where you go out and can smell what nature meant for you to smell.
The morning was uneventful, barring Porschefire's "abhishekam" of his bike, and another five guys huddled around his Ninja 250's exhaust to see why on earth it was loose.
Soon it was time to head back, if we had to beat Bangalore traffic, and we started on our way down. This time, I was determined to push my bike harder than I did on the uphill ride, and I was not disappointed. Except for an instance of an unnaturally stupid downshift on entering a turn from second to first ( the CBR250R has a short first and tall second, so that left me with a high tyre speed after the downshift and a little slip, but regained control a milisecond later ), I was heading down right on Porschefire's tail blazing the downhill tracks. I have to say, this feeling was infinitely better than the way up. Sojogator and Added_flavor were all the way ahead, since they got ahead of a minibus before we could, but if you see the downhill descent video, it was some great stuff. Once we all refueled and tanked up, my fuel monitor app told me I had done a measly 22km/l on the twisties and I was proud. I was raking the machine through the coals on my way to work and other rides, but it always gave me a good average of 30+. This was new. Either way, once we got onto the highway, things were normal, but the elation of Yercaud and the previous 30 hours hadn't worn off. In all this time, while we were regrouping, like usual, Sojo had pulled away and had invariably gotten bored waiting in the heat at the Krishnagiri toll, and took off for Bangalore, reaching home a good 1.5 hours before we did.
As I was heading home ( sammyboy and goandude had given me company till the Tin Factory, and somehow Chida caught up with me much later on the ORR ) I realized that this was such an amazing experience and it would be seriously hard to top this. The sheer number of riders, to be among friends who adapt and adjust as need be ( and are willing to listen ), is an incredible amount of to ask from normal people on a regular basis. But the guys I rode with, they have these qualities in spades and I'm very thankful to have been a part of this particular ride.
A few mentions, thanks Added_flavor for the excellent management and handling of basically everything from start to finish of the trip. We never had to worry or think twice about anything cuz he had all the answers.
And Ned, thanks for taking out time to ensure we got our food into our system, what with all the nonsense that was going on that Saturday night.
It was seriously, a great trip. Would love to do something similar again.
Note for mods - I know my post has to get approved, but I haven't proofread it yet. As a result, please forgive any grammatical errors.
Last edited by n_aditya : 7th August 2015 at 10:13.
Reason: post edited to reflect legal driving age
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