I cannot sleep.
Tossing and turning, counting sheep, cows, hens and starting to feel hungry.
But still no sleep.
Started reading a novel, pages turning, slowly relaxing, but still cannot sleep.
Finally at midnight start trying to visualize my route.
I sleep but keep waking up at the turn of almost every hour.
Finally knock of the pretense and start heating water for my bath.
Call up Maurya. I am ready.
Bike warming up, slow riding till Somajiguda to pick up Maurya.
Maurya and I went to the same school and also did our under graduation together.
The best of friends.
Out of Somajiguda stop over at an ATM.
Fuel up is in the HP bunk at BHEL.
Patancheru flies by and we are slowly warming up to the ride ahead.
My bike starts her power jerks but we are close to SangaReddy.
Moti Mahal Dhaba just before SangaReddy on the left hand side.
Rotis, Paneer Masala and tea later, I replace my spark plug.
This solves the power jerk problem.
Jogipet, A short pit stop.
As we sip some hot tea two guys start checking out the bike.
The younger of the two swears he has never seen anything like it.
But is a little sad that the rear tire is not as broad as in an Enticer.
There is spot called Deglur and around it are bad roads.
Nanded is entered via a bridge. Then you are suddenly in a typical traffic jam.
Lots and lots of motorcycles and donkeys.
I have never seen so many donkeys as I did in Nanded.
However I have seen better asses in Bangalore.
As I leave Nanded, I want to top up on fuel.
All the bunks are dry, except for reliance.
Filled the tank to the neck with 6.34 liters of petrol.
Thatís a mileage of almost 40 kmpl.
Price was 59.25 per liter.
The road up to Hingoli is bouncy.
A rough and distorted surface ensured more comfort at higher speeds.
Risod welcomed us with rain.
Stopped under the parking lot of SBI.
Had thumbs-up as no tea was available.
Met an ex army chap who now works as a security guard.
He advised us to be careful as every one is drunk and riding fast.
Lonar. The view of the crater takes my breath away.
Opposite the crater is a MTDC guest house.
Our accommodation has been taken care off in a hotel opposite the Bus Stand.
I watched the inddie thumpers ride up in style.
There were riders from the WanderLust, InddiThumpers, Highway Nawabs and even a Beaster.
and of course my club the Wanderers.
All the clubs met up and the party started.
The food was finally served at around 2300
The two main food groups chicken and mutton were available.
Rode back to the hotel.
Maurya is tossing around like a drunken duck.
He hits the bed and is lost to the world.
stories on stupid things, smart things and all kind of things.
Guys I got to go and sleep now.
I get over and actually sleep till 0500.
Get ready to meet up with Irfan and his wife at MTDC.
Irfan's bike has something broken in it.
You don't need to be a mechanic or even a biker to know it.
You hear it and know that there is something wrong.
Guri of the IndieThumpers advised that we change the oil and ride her thru.
The advice worked.
I don't have time stamps beyond this.
We took a route slightly different from yesterday.
For about 40 kms rode a narrow strecth of road bound on both sides with slush.
I would ride behind iffi and sometimes take off.
Its better to fly low than crawl on a bad road.
Took a nice spin off when I had to get on the shoulder to let a bus pass.
My cargo trousers developed a tear thanks to a spanner I was carrying.
That is getting bigger and bigger and my thigh is feeling cold.
Had breakfast at a roadside dhaba.
The roti' were the only thing good.
Rode on till we almost reached Nanded.
Stopped to buy 2l of engine oil for iffi' bike and replaced the same.
A short pitstop for drinks and tea.
Fuel up at Reliance. Bike took in 7.5 liters.
The petrol has lasted all the way to Hyderabad.
The rain is hitting hard.
Took a cut off at Naigoan for Biboli.
Rode on till Nizamabad.
Stopped at a bakery for puffs and stuff.
My GPR Helmet dropped on the floor.
The visor lock mechanism came apart.
I put it back together but its missing a spring.
It needs a new lock now.
Can anyone help me find it please.
Swapped helmets with Maurya.
I am now wearing a open face helmet and the rain is stinging hard.
But Maurya cannot see anything as the visor is a dark on and has to be closed.
Meet Pammi from Highway Nawabs.
He is getting a puncture fixed on his bike.
I am grateful for the stop as we get some hot tea here.
Bike is ready and we take off to realize that the tire is again loosing air.
I luckily have a spare tube.
The tube is replaced and we had no problems after this.
Its getting dark and we are riding in heavy rain.
A couple of bikes keep stalling as the spark plug wire gets hit by water.
Loosing time and feeling very cold.
I am shivering from the cold and ride in almost pitch dark conditions.
Scared and cold.
But we have committed ourselves to the ride and there is no turning back.
I look at the riders along with me.
Each one a warrior.
All of us are scared and cold. But the man is us is shining right thru.
We love our life so much that we actually live it.
Pammi is on my left.
We are about 100 kms from Hyderabad.
I spot a huge pothole coming up.
Less than 5 feet away from it so I steer right.
The pothole is a good 5 to 6 feet in width.
I am not getting my bike into it.
As its filled with water, I have no idea how deep or long it is.
I dump my bike on the road.
Maurya and I get cleanly off the bike.
But the next few moments when I turn to look back to check if something is coming in.
You need to be scared to understand fear.
Lucky that there was nothing behind us.
I overtake only if I can create a gap of more than 1/2 km.
Especially so in the case of riding in these conditions.
My bike' rear brake shaft had come loose.
I disconnect the assembly and fit it right in.
Its sits in place as Maurya helps me do it.
We continue riding. One stop for refueling and another for tea.
Meet up with Govind who has my bag.
Manish and Govind arrived almost 2 hours before the rest of us did.
I drop off Maurya and finally reach my house at 00:30 on the 24-Mar-2008.