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Title: Riding Along Sahyadri’s
Location: Shivneri, Maharashtra
Route: Mumbai – Malshej – Shineri
Date: 01 Dec, 2008

On a terror struck weekend in mumbai. 3 bikers and 2 bikes from mumbai decided to visit the birth place for shivaji and ride in the along the calm and peaceful Sahyadri mountains in mahrashtra.

I started to write the triplog. Was thinking a lot of how to start it. Then how can you have a triplog without the reason you planned the ride. I could not resist my self from going through the incidents that took place before this trip.

Here is something that my heart has typed involuntarily.

The two beauties

The two beauties

Were scared to go more inside

Were scared to go more inside

A Wednesday :
The was dull. Heading to office seemed I wondered, how boring it is to work form 9.00 – 7.00. Do the same thing day in an out. Get up early in the morning, not actually early but a bit late always. Then clean the mess, flush out all the bugs frm ur body. Get dressed like a joker with a tie in haste. Run run & run for the 9.07 Dadar local and while ur runnin for the train think of contingency plans in case u miss the train. How boring and dull this schedule is I felt. Even is such a planned day where nothing seems to ever change for 5 days for the week, uncertainty always prevails. One never knws whtz next. Who knws whether you are you are goin to return home today nite for dinner or the Almighty has something else in store for you. May be good or bad, but always as one goes away from his safehouse we call home each passing min during this period bring more and more uncertainty in ones life which is nullified when he comes back home in the evening.

So in this uncertain world with many more variables than Einstein and Newton had thought, I started my journey towards office in South Mumbai. The same usual work at office. Nothin special to cheer about or even thing of. So as the day started it comes to an end as the sun starts setting in the sea. Lovely scene along the worli sea face near my office. As the sun sets the level of uncertainty in your life starts to reduce. As one packs bags and heads towards a stable platform and a fortress of love & harmony the role of luck starts diminishing.

I reached home around 10.30. One of my friend was at my place to take some stuff. Had a bath, a cup of tea. In the background I hear my mom spekin to someone on the phone and saying “Yaa everyone’s fine. Anup & Sourabh both have reached home.” For a sec I thought might be usual chat with my grandpa. My bro come to the room & says there are terrorist firing from AK47 at public in VT station and a bomb has exploded somewhere. I told him to shut up and close the rooms door and get out as I was on the phone. Look at how used to I have become to such terrorist attacks, it now feels like India wining a match. Nothing special, nothing to care, itz nothing so important tht would force me to snap a long distance call get out of my bed and tune in to 24*7 crap news channel. Is it to be taken so lightly?

I lost a person I knew in these terrorist attacks on the trident, I jst came to knw it yesterday. Two of my friends had had jst signed off from duty @ Taj Palace. One works as a supervisor on the 6th floor. I didn’t realize tht how a person jst like me motivated by conspirers and a gun in had can change so many peoples life. On Thursday wen I went to Taj with my friend to find his girlfriend who was missing since the past night, I first time heard an AK47. The sound is horrific and nothing tht I want want hear ever in my life again.

This incident has changed many peoples life. The only ppl to blame for this is each one of us. The only reason 150 ppl lost their lifes was because of carelessness at various levels.

I hope that we stand up once again united and take the responsibility of securing India.

Shivneri & Malshej

Shivneri & Malshej

Winter Rains

Winter Rains

The Ghost Rider

The Ghost Rider

The Night :
Mumbai under siege for the past two days, my office had declared holiday even on Friday. With my laptop in office I was pretty my bored at home. Suddenly phone rang “Anup”, so there was a hope that Saturday may be bright. Had a concall with RazorBlades to decide where we are heading. But after a discussion of about one hour we were yet in Mumbai. The main problem was bikes. There ppl and one bike in ridding condition. Anup’s ambitions engine had flu and needed to visit a doctor. There was 0 breakin on razors RTR due to the wrong tyres tht he had purchased last week. We failed to persuade Razor to bring his friends Bullet.

We called up Shiva to see wht he was doin on Saturday and as expected he was free for a ride. Four people on a concall will to ride somewhere but don’t knw where. Razor was hesitating to come for ny ride due the constant headache he was having for past few months. The doctor had said him to rest. So he was out of ny ride. So it was Me, Shiva & Anup “The Lonely Trio” again for a ghostly ride. We don’t knw the destination yet. We had first planned to go to Sinhagad and Shivneri fort through pune. But we cancelled it. Anup told he will find a place to ride to and call us back in an hour.

So by midnight we zeroed in on a tribal village called “Ahupe” on the foot hills of Sahaydri. The route planned was Nane Ghat – Malshej – Shivneri Fort – Bhimashnkar – Ahupe – Nane Ghat. The agenda of the road trip was “Off Roading”. We wanted to explore a small off road route from Ahupe to Nane Ghate. So with the route map ready we ready to go.

Early Morning

Early Morning

The Rider & The Pillion

The Rider & The Pillion

Sunrise

Sunrise

With a Honda Unicorn and Hero Honda Karizma were were all ready to go. The one other problem was cash, we only had 1500 for the full ride and we would have to save every penny and every drop of petrol tooo. We started \from thane around 5.30. It was drizzling throughout. Filled tanks of our Honda’s at a petrol pump near bhivandi bypass, Rs. 500 petrol for the ZMA and Rs. 500 for the Unicorn. We headed towards Kalyan and the drizzle was turning into rain. We had not expected rains at all, but assuming it would stop we kept ridding. Instead of stopping the the rain God was showering his bessing on us. On one side my heart wanted the rain to stop but on the other hand I knw the rain would make the climate in Malshej awesome. We finally stopped at a dhaba and waited for the rains to subside.

Day 2

After riding on Kashedi ghats we took a break ahead of a bridge. The motains were tooo foggy & the mist around us was troublesome. The visors & the glasses were foggin, so couldnt see through it. Took a break to clean those. The dark night was slowly vanishin into the light & the sun was ready to say goood morning. Ther sunlight trying to penetrate the fog was an awesome sight. Then as always we had an XBHP Dog headin towards us (No ride is complete without a dog). He stared at us posed for some snaps & was back on his way .
Discussion by the road

Discussion by the road

Above the sky

Above the sky

Had some red bull + water & back on the horses. Then from somewhere the Cow Killer emerged. Im not witness to the incident as me & nikil had taken a photo break. As Anup recounts the events, there was beautiful curve and anup & shiva were crussin around 70+. Anup entered the corner saw some cowz & bullz on the road, luckily everyone was eatin grass on the road sides or yawnin on the other lane. Anup dodged them on the ambition and crusised ahead. He was so sure tht somethin was goin to happen tht he breaked some 100mts from the curve. So ShivaZMA follows anup on the curve, till the time shiva entered the corner the cow yawnin on the other lane had strted crosssin the road. Seein this shiva pressed the break lever, the ZMA strated to skid on the tarmat thx to the zappers (There are some heavy discounts on zappers i guesss. All bikes have them.) So using some brain & keepin some trust in God, shiva opened the breaks & BANG, straight into the cowz stomach. Now heres the interesting part Shiva was standing & balancing his ZMA & the cow fell . (Thz ZMA power, thtz why itz the most reliable & best tourer avaiable in India. HH waitin for the FI version). There is a big list of wht brok in the ZMA, nothin visual. Anup was waitin ahead and watchin the whole drama. According to a cospirasy theory thts goin on in my mind. Anup was felling sleepy, so for some action in life he pushed the cow in the other lane went ahead and waited for the stunt .
The Wild Flower
The Wild Flower
Anup The Celeb

Anup The Celeb

Parked in shade

Parked in shade

Every one took a break after this. Anup was laughin & narrating wht jst happened. As the cow fell & Shiva was standing we changed ShivaZMA to Shiva- The Cow Killer. Took some photos. Ashish & Shiva were busy acessing the damage . Shiva also had a problem with his clutch, he was not able to rip the ZMA at alll. So we strated our journey again. We were supposed to reached Goa by 12 but we had not even reached Ratnagiri & the clock said 7.00.
10-15 km off Ganpatipule Anup stopped. He was feelin sleepy. Found some shade & grass went to sleep. Till we reached there he was fast asleep. After his Bhutan trip he is famous for sleepin nywhere. We too followed him on the grasss. I was sleepin while ridddin. The bike was jst drifitin to the side. The Banglore-Kolkatta-Mumbai was showin itz effects (Aboard a Flight). Whenever i used to drift ashish & nikil used to horn loudly, back on track. I was almost about to hit a man after fallin asleep. Soo I tooo hit the grasss. Slept for 1hr got up at 9.00. Ashish & Shiva were not sleeping but fixin the ZMA. Removed the spedo as it was shakin tooo much & put it the saddle bags & zooom we were back on the highway. A bit freash this time.
The Fog

The Fog

The Coconut Trees

The Coconut Trees

The fog now has started to become a bit anooying. You love it for 20-30 mins but for 3-4 hrs itz jst pain. The climate was jst awesome. Atop the mountain we could see the whole ground coverd by the fog. It felt like ur above the clouds. Then as u start the decent ur enter the dense fog & the only thing u can see is tail lights. Waited somewhere after ratnagiri the ambition needed some petrol. Took a small break. I took the oppoprtunity, grabed my sony & clicked some snaps. This was my worst trip considering photos. Was not patient enough to click snaps, clicked everythin in a bit hurry. Will surely improve nxt time. Had some snaks near the petrol pump & headed toward Goa. We were late, it was 12.00 & 200kms more to cover. So were started crusin, it was fun. Ridding non stop, cooly & calmly feeling & enjoin every bit of the ride. We lost Aman, Ashish & Nikhil after kankavli. Realised tht after 30kms. Waited for them to catch up near Kudal (150 kms frm goa). The R15 needed some petrol so they had stopped to refuel. Buckled up after a small break & rode non stop tilll Goa.
Finally around 3.00pm we had crossed Goa border. Waited near a Indian Oil petrol pump. My uni was thirsty. The petrol was 4rs cheaper than mumbai. Took a small b reak had some snaks & headed towards Anjuna Beach. Around 4.30pm we were at anjuna beach but to out dissapointment there were no rooms avaiable there. So we headed towards Baga beach. Got 2 rooms for 800 RS. Parked the bikes, took bath & crashed in the rooms.

Title: Goa – The Dream Destination
Destination: Goa, Maharashtra, India
Date: 28 Oct, 2008

Day 1
Finally after week long discussions and switchin between dozens of destination and almost canceling the trip we finally zeroed in on Goa, a weekend dream destination. Even after final plans were drafted i was a bit skeptical bout the ride (ppl have too many personal commitmentz these dayz ). As per planz I was to fly frm kolkatta to mumbai & meet Anup Shiva & Aman at Paavel mac @ 12 am . Reached mumbai @ 8.30 but cause the f**kin traffic reached home by 11.00 . Packed up got freash arranged cash & left home around 11.45. Reached panvel around 1.20 am (only 1.20 mins late, didnt break ny records).

Every thin was fine till the helmet was on. Broke my glasses wen tried to remove the helmet (A stupid action ). So with no spare lenses in the bag and almost no hopes for fixing the glasses the ride was almost over for me. Was depressed, ambaresed wen Sumit gave me some hopes as power of his glasses was close to mine. From nowhere Razor jumped in and bandaged those glasses (This ride wouldnt be possible without his support. I owe u Gopi).

Dumb ppl riding on NH17. Destination Goa

Dumb ppl riding on NH17. Destination Goa

If u can spot it the sun tooo comes for a small tea party with the mooon to laugh on us.

If u can spot it the sun tooo comes for a small tea party with the mooon to laugh on us.

XBHP stuff

XBHP stuff

Around 1.40, with darkness as the companion and broken glasses on 7 riders were ready to burn petrol on NH17 frm Dusk to Dawn .

40 KM’s from panvel had a halt for petrol, Ambition was a bit thirsty. Suddenly after panvel the temp as dropped an the air was chilllin. We could see the cold weather effects on Aman as he was riddin without gloves and the wind was cutting though his jacket. We had spare gloves with us, Shiva wore those cramsters & gave his gloves to Aman. It helped a lot. So back on the road crusin on the highway in a formation. Took a break again around 20 KMs away @ a tea stall. Anup was feelin tooo cold (Everyone else was also frozen). Had a glass of tea (No cups) and moved on. Tea breaks help a lot.

Round bout 3.30 we reached Mahabaleshwar Turn, Polhadpur. Had a small break rather a Warning Break 2 kms off Polhadpur. Anup warned everyone of the dangerous Kashedi ghats ahead. Ive been on this road all my life & I knew wht he was talkin bout. The ghats are awesome during day but deadly during night. 7 – 8 km long ghatz were awesome.

Dhak dhal go..........

Yamaha

Yamaha

High Above the Clouds (Itz Fog)

High Above the Clouds (Itz Fog)

The Sun, The Fog, The Road

The Sun, The Fog, The Road

The roadz were goood most of the time but suddenly wen ur cornering or cruising on a slope the road abruptly ended and the signature red dust of the konkan region replaced the black tarmat. Was scary. The gravel on the curves slowed us down & I guess this is wht prevented us frm accidents. Anup and shiva were cruising ahead and pushing the ZMA & Ambition.

Goa – The Dream Destination (Part 1)

Goa – The Dream Destination (Part 2)

Goa – The Dream Destination (Part 3)

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A Saturday & A Ride

Posted: November 25, 2009 in Touring
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Date – August 2009

Yaaaa A Saturday & A Ride. A big week & a bigger weekend. Not a big but rather a very eventful weekend. Last month I got a good riding jacket for myself which I had promised my body for a long time but didnt get much time to test it. As per the actual plan this weekend we were to be in Amboli. I was planning to do this as a solo ride, was very excited bout it but due to some unforeseen circumstances couldnt not make it to the ghats. I lost my mobile on wednesday which forced me to cancel my weekend plans. A good news on thursday, A driver found the phone & returned it. A bad news I had already commited my self for some other stuff on the weekend on wednesday so Amboli was out of reach for sometime.

Swine flu Swine flu everywhere. The news & the media has really got everyone, tht includes me. Ive got so scared of the flu tht I refuse to use the public transport to reach office, even though I knw tht im just being paranoid. For the last whole week Ive let go the comforts of the Lush & comfortable AC bus & back to the hard saddle of my unicorn. Travelling daily on a bike form one end of the Mumbai to the other end is really tiring but Swine Flu Swine Flu. With no rides on the horizon & not so bright future. Ive not strted using the jacket on my daily commute. Yaaaa itz hot but I want to show offf my new purchase, wht to do no one to appreciate it.

Friday evening, all work over at 5.30 while waiting for the Home Run bell to ring @ 6.00 a though stuck me. Wht now, I mean for a change ill reach home early? Wht then? Wht should I do? Wwht work do I have? Whtz there on TV? Suddenly Im free & dont like to be freee. The only thing I do wen Im free is I sleep or thing of wht to do not to be free. As all girls my Girl too hates me for this non romantic habit of mine of being loaded with work every time but then can someone help me with the definition of work! Isnt spending time wid her work. Ive had friends @ office who have “Meet wid Sita today & have coffee wid little sugar” as items o n their To-Do list. Definitely im sorry for poor Sita but my point its work is nything In which u spend some time to get something worthfull in return. If I spend some quality time wid my girl I get a beautifull gorgeous lady blushing wid the cutest smile. If u work had u need someone to appreciate your work, “Great Work…” as a statement from the manger would bring a bigger smile on ur subordinates face than  a statement starting wid “Good Work…”. Finally getting back to the topic tht friday I waited in office for longer than ever widout ny work to do. Trying to read some posts of tech websites, finding myself in the facebook chatter, trying to TWIT something that made sence but I was lost. I decided I was goin on a solo ride on satuday exploring the the small 10ft wide roads around the highway.

Saturday morining, no way I could wake up early in the morning but I was up by 10.15. Some 5 missed call from winzee & it was obvious that WINZEE’S pulsar was in mood polute the environment. Decided to go on a ride to Manor. Winzee was waiting for me on the highway around 12.30. We were supposed to reach Manor & be back home by late evening but. Instead of Manor I decide to do a 100 Km straight ride along NH8. Reach Gujrat border & come back. Jst I wanted to do the 100 Km non stop in 60 mins or a 10 min buffer. Not a big deal for many ppl but I wanted to try it myself. Discussed it with Winzeee & he was happy than ridin to Manor. As ive explained earlier bout the work thing, let me finish it here. Ive a problem, a disorder u may say. I fell sleepy not only due to over work but even if ive nothin to do. Normally itz nothing big. U sit on the couch & if uve nothin to do u go to sleep. But my brain is i guess incapable of differentiating between the crouch & the bike. I feel sleepy while ridding. Again not a big thing, many drivers & riders fell sleepy, but the diffrence is I feel sleepy even on a 20 Km ride. Yaa I sleep on my bike to office. I met wid an accident some months back & ruined a friends bike & started taking this problem seriously. After long discussion wid my dad who is a certified Doctor & a Psychiatrist & heated discussions bout keeping me away from the road we came to a conclusion tht I needed to keep the brain active & doin somethin in background while I was riding. Started wid counting cars on road while riding, which failed misserably, then to music we finally found a solution in Podcast. My stupid brain was interested in the stupid tech talks found in podcasts than the adventurous riding. From podcast ive now switched to Audio version of Books & today i was goin to test wid one of the most boring book DNA – The Secret Of Life by James Watson, a Nobel Price winner & the father of DNA Structure. Lets see how the brain reacts to topics itz not quite interested in.

We started at 1.00 pm & the aim was to complete 100Km by 2.00pm. Didnt knw the road conditions so I was a bit doubtfull bout complteing the objective but then tooo we were goin to try. 100Km in 60 mins on two 150cc bikes.

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This is a pretty small entry by all means. It was September 2008 I guess a year back. 4 months back I had got my new Honda Unicorn & jst two months had passed for new Sony cam. It was a blunt sunday afternoon a pretty drowsy day, raining outside a perfect day to tug inside a blanked have a cup of coffee & surf the web. Mmmmm tht was the exact thing I didnt want to do. The ridding bug had bit be a few months back & my solo ride to Lonavla & my first XBHP ride to Malshej & the the ghost rider in me wanted some fresh air.

Didn’t knw where to go as it was afternoon already & a long ride was not possible. Back then a 100KM ride was a big thing, mmmm. So jst thought of riding on the NH8 Mumbai – Ahemedabad highway. Called up a friend who was instantly ready to join me on my quest to find mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, dont knw wht but surely something. We left home around 2.30pm. It was drizzling then, I ditched the windcheater for the rain coat. Looks uncool but serves the purpose. The swanky Unicorn was looking messy  due to mucky India roads, but as someone said “A Tourers beauty lies in Dirt” (God knws who said this). We went to a HP petrol pump on NH8, as usual borrowed money from my friend for fuel. The road was fully wet I was a bit scared, even today I’m scared of wet roads u never know when the MRF Zapper (tyre) would ditch you. Then tooo was managing to ride around 60km.

Route Map

Route Map

Superman Truck

Superman Truck

Crater On Road

Crater On Road

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As we didn’t have a destination there was no point in ridding fast. Both of us wanted to jst ride slowly & observe the beautiful nature around us. I had never done such a thing, It was raining so we were almost drenched. The cam was out & it was becoming a bit difficult to keep it dry. Sony actually had done a pretty good job at building a strong & a lil bit waterproof outer shell. The NH8 ahead of the ghodbunder bridge was in a pretty bad condition, we both were cursing NHAI (National Highway Authority of India). Some 5Kms from Naigaon, there is a small railway overhead bridge, there was a lil bit of traffic there. We parked the bike a lil before the bridge & went ahead a bit to investigate. Some workers were tryin to fill a pot hole on one lane, rather I would call it a crater. Half the trucks Tyre would fit easily in there, the bike would easily drown I guess. We took some pics of the crater, the supervisor was looking at us suspiciously, so we moved back to the bike before he could come & object. A bit ahead of the bridge a road to the left leads to Naigaon station. Instead of going ahead on the straight highway we decided to take the left & explore the new route.

So we moved on the our newly found route, a small single lane road leading us to Naigoan station. The road wad not that coool, all patchy & filled wid potholes. The whole route was dotted by small villages. Yaaa there are some villages on the outskirts of Mumbai.Where ever we possible we used to stop & take some pics. There was a small railway crossing tooo, the village type one. Soon we reached Naigaon station & then it was dead end. We were in Naigaon East & to go to West the only route was from Vasai. So we headed back to the highway. A km from the station we encountered a small signboard stating the road to the left would lead us to Vasai. We jst toook a look at it, the starting 500m on the road were all mucky & big potholes, but the road ahead was a bit better. So we went ahead. Parked the bike in the muck & took some pics.  The road ahead was pretty good, properly tarred and few potholes.  5-6 kms on the route and it was 6.00pm. Time to head back home. THen too took some more pics of the green field & some weird trees.

A soul on Mars

A soul on Mars

The Unicorn

The Unicorn

A weird tree

A weird tree

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(Jst posting this trip log as im eagerly waitin for rains to bless us)

In nxt 15 mins we got of the highway and started riddin on the bad road which would lead us to Hubli. The patch of road was really bad and the dust around was makin it more difficult in the scorching sun. The road was being renovated so construction material’s were all around the place. It was a nightmare (Im goin to repeat this again & again from now on…..). For a moment I thought, I did the right thing by not takin the Uni. Potholes everywhere & wht not, I had a opinion tht Hubli was a important town & was not expecting such poor connectivity. Finally we reached Hubli around 11.30 and for much of relief to everyones wallet we found a ATM. After pouring some cash in we ready to hit the bad roads again, really bad ones. Vikram had shopped some sweets for his mom, I don’t knw how did he expect them to reach back home. We were now finding our way to Hampi on the by lanes of Hubli. The language barrier was persistent and very visible, an advise to all travlin to south plz learn a bit of the language or ………. Luckily Vikram knew a bit of malyali which came handy. From the looks Hubli is a small town with nothing much to talk about. This is the last town where one can find ny modern aminities like ATM etc. The nxt town on the route with a proper hotel or a ATM is Hospet which is around 150 km’s away, so keep cash handy in case of emergencies. No petrol pumps on this route accept plastic money (credit cards).

After an hour of struggle we were on the state highway which would take us to Hospet. The road was persistently bad and the hot and humid climate was dehydrating us faster than we thought. More than eighteen hours of continuous ridin was takin itz tool on the body. I was really very tired and sleepy. As my dad who’s a doc says “Human body can only work efficiently for 8 hrs continuously after tht it would not allow you to do you’re the task at hand with precision. Take a power nap of 2hrs after every 8 hrs.” Sometimes you need to listen to your parents, it helps. One thing I would like to repeat at this point is wht Anup keeps on sayin continuously “Drink as much water as you can. Keep on drinking.”, unless you are in a desert this would help. My FastTrack was showin 3 in afternoon and yet Hampi was a distant dream 100km’s away. We stopped at a small shack by the SH for food. I jst wanted to reach Hampi as soon as possible and was a bit annoyed by this halt. Jst settled for tea while the others had a proper mean, it took us half hour to settle the bill & get out meanwhile I had a 30 min powernap which helped a lot. Now I wanted to ride nonstop to Hampi. It was 3.30 and only 3hrs more left for photo everyone wanted to cover km’s as fast as possible.

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A Temple…

Itz not Goa itz Hampi

Itz not Goa itz Hampi

I snatched winzee’s bike keys from his hand and was riddin the pulsar now. The road was really bad not at all a state highway feel. Karnataka gov should do something bout this, itz a matter of prestige. Really bad experience on roads., the bike was jst bangin into pot holes. Not a good thing at all. After riddin some distance I realized I had lost all the others and was quiet ahead of them. So as it was already late instead of waitin for everyone I decided to go on & meet them at Hampi. Hampi was around a 2 hrs distance but the top speed on thos crappy roads was jst 50 – 60. Finally after an hour I could see a black ZMA on my RVM, atleast someone was able to catch up. Spidy & me took a break for 2 mins & then started riddin again. I wanted to reach Hampi as soon as possible before the sun sets. After the potholes it was time for the speed breakers, ohhhh it was hell down under. It was square of wht Mumbai was 2 years back, no no it was cube. My *** was pain like hell, we were standin & ridin the bikes.

Me & spidy we riddin together for about 30 mins wen we first saw the magnificent bolders of Vijaynagar, the lost kingdom. It was a stone quarry bout the big rocks on the mountains were jst magnificent. Took some snaps & moved on. It was around 4.30 now & Hospet was around 20kms distance. Now Hospet had something very unique in store for us tht we didn’t ever imagine & will not forget. Dedicated speed breakers for each house, a bit exaggerated. But in a 3-4 km stretch in the city there were around 25-30 speed breakers, my poor bike. The city like ny other city in India is fully chaotic, but the people were helpful enough to guide us en-route Hampi.

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The Pink Periwinkle

The Pink Periwinkle

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Filly after a long journey of more than 14 hours and 750+ kms we were finally standin in front of the gates to the capital of the Vijayanagar, Hampi. The huge white gates and jst too awesome & inviting, I bet they looked more royal back during the kings. We were at the gates but the city was more 4 kms from there. Spidy & me decided to reach Hampi rather than waitin for the rest. In 10 mins we were in Hampi & I yet remember the roads, beautiful ones. There is small slope uphill that leads you to Hampi & on the other side is heaven. Really the first thing that you see is a garden & in between there is a big idol of Ganpati. The scene was mesmerizing & we two poor souls were lost in the beauty of ruins around us which were once the pillar of the capital city. Without wasting ny time we parked the bikes and tried to contact Anup, but no one was pickin the call. It was around 5.30 now and the sun was ready to go to bed. Received a msg from anup tellin us to take as much snaps as we could as there we goin to miss the party.

I took the camera & started shottin everything I could. We had one hour to shoot wht we could. Hampi is too big to be covered in a day in an hour it was really not possible. I would advise nyone planning to visit hampi to at least remove 3 days, thtz the minimum.
& also take a guide along you can find many in the city. All the photos that you see are of a place near the entrance of Hampi, jst imagine how beautiful Hampi is. Spidy dis a bit of poser stuff & we ended up wid some cool pics. There are a lot of monkeys around so one needs to be a bit careful. After about 30 mins the gang was there, regrouped and in 2 mins we were back on the bike. We decided to take a look around and pick up some spot to explore. Finally we found a place to hang out. Parked the bikes and shiva & spidy we jumpin from one rock to another & then the macho Anup also tried to pull some tricks. It was really funny. Then suddenly from somewhere the police came in and we had a tough time after that, lets not get into the details. But it was a bit shockin scene there. I would advice everyone visitin Hampi to get them registered with the local Hampi police sation & knw wht can be photographed & wht not. It was dark by the time the issue was sorted out & the other had missed Hampi. I promised myself there & then tht ill be back to explore Hampi with a better camera and lots of time on my hand.

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We clicked some snaps in dark & reached Hospet is search of food & shelter. Hospet has some deent hotels where one can stay for the night for some 1000 Rs. The food at the local restraint was also good. The nxt day morning we leaft for Mumbai & I was at home by 12.30 midnight.

Hampi – A Stone Dream……………………

Hampi – A Stone Dream (Part 1)

Hampi – A Stone Dream (Part 2)

Hampi – A Stone Dream (Part 3)

We took a break ahead of satara phata. It was chillin n my fingers were numb after ridin for 100 km in cold. Tried to contact Rossi & this time luck was with us, he answered the tring tring. He was not far away, so we decided to wait for him. In few mins we could hear the K&N roarin and the P180’s headlight in dark, rossi was here. Where we took 3 breaks Rossi had covered the distance non-stop jst to catch us, cheers to Rossi. He was cold & tired. I gave him the extra pair of gloves tht I had, bright yellow ones :-D. As rossi was too tired Anup volentired to ride the 180 with rossi as a pillion, he jst needs a reason to ride a higher cc bike :-D. Hopped on the bikes & started ridin again, I guess it was around 4 in the morn now. We reached Kolhapur around 6.00, 1 hr late frm our schedule. The ambition was thirsty for fule, so we parked by a BP pump on outskirts of kolhapur to refule it. I would recommed this pump as a pit stop for nyone on this route, its well equiped for ur needs from snacks to loo, if ur used to sleepin on grass ull love this place. Everyone was tired n exausted so we decided to have small at the pump, razor n anup were the first to lay on the grass:-D. Had a long nap for an hour, so now we were 2 hrs behind schedule. Nxt stop belgaum.

A cool lookin tool booth on GQ.

A cool lookin tool booth on GQ.

The GQ Moto GP Track

The GQ Moto GP Track

The Vision Of a Biker

The Vision Of a Biker

As we had lost time we decided to cover more ground by ridin non stop till Hubli. The roads were cherry on cream sort of thin, too good. Thx gov for thinkin out of box. If nyone wanted to stop for somethin instead of the whole group breakin we decided the individual would zoom past the lead cover some distance take a break n join the herd back. This trick worked n we were able to reach Hubli by 11.00, covered around 200 kms. The roads were jst too good after Kolhapur, the only obstacles were speed breakers of the Toll Plaza’s. Did some insane ridddin on the ZMA. Even with cross winds & a pillion shiva manages the pull the ZMA to 130+ (Saddle were there too filled with mineral water). For some distance I too tried the ZMA with Shiva as a pillion (I guess it feels a bit weired to sit on ur own bike as a pillion). Didn’t manage to achive those speeds but was not able to stop the Razor on his RTR zoom past me………. A bit embarrassing to see a 160cc overtaking a 225cc, sheer lack of experience. We stopped some place before Hubli and regrouped. There was a black hole in my stomach n was feeling a bit tried due to it. So we all decided to have breakfast, guess wht, Anup & Shiva had stocked bread butter jam in the saddlebags. The only problem was the spoon had been misplaced somewhere, so instead of using our fingers to apply the jam we dipped the bread in it and ate it like idli sambar, hehehe. Had some banana’s tooo.

A warrior on RTR (TVS Apache Rockzzz)

A warrior on RTR (TVS Apache Rockzzz)

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Industrialization....(Save Fuel. Ride Smart)

Industrialization....(Save Fuel. Ride Smart)

The Road by the Lake.

The Road by the Lake.

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A lonely yellow soul on the highway

A lonely yellow soul on the highway

A lonely yellow soul on the highway

A lonely yellow soul on the highway

Pink Green Blue

Pink Green Blue

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Hampi – A Stone Dream (Part 1)

Hampi – A Stone Dream (Part 2)

Hampi – A Stone Dream (Part 3)