Ramblings of a Riders' mind... starting the story of life with it's CHAPTER ZERO...
Monday, October 20, 2008
K Gudi - Weekend Ride
There are timeswhen you are just bugged of your mundane week and pray for a decent weekend when you can just escape the rigmarole, even if only for a couple days or a few hours… you want to just break free.
ThisSaturday thankfully was one of those weekends. The wifey had a day off from hercollege and weactually had the complete 2 days to ourselves. Twofull days to do whatever we want to!
Planning was pretty prompt, a few calls made onThursday and confirmations done onFriday; we were all set for a nice day trip to BR Hills–anice patch of the wildlife sanctuary not too far from Bangalore. Since it was a day trip, there was not much packing to be done, the tank bag was stuffedwithspares, some basic food and only one set of clothes (in case of any emergency)wedecided that we’d roll out by 5:30 am and had thoughtthat would be back latest by 8pm in the worst case scenario.
ComeSaturday morning, we left around 6am, the way to the Mysore highway was all dug upfrom my locality till the highway and we took around 10 different diversions before actually reaching the highway at 6:30 (thanks BBMP for screwing up my timinghere) once on the highway RedEye growled for speed andI promptly obliged her to pickup some… thanks to the free-flow goldieexhaust and the bigger carb added with a K&N air-filter. We were cruising around over 100kph without even realizing.
Off late (after the Coorg ride) my lovely co-rider has actually improved her endurance levels on the road anddoesn’t flitch till around 70kms of nonstop riding. Our first pitstopwas the Maddurtiffany’s for their idli and filter coffee.
The handicraft store there was already open at 7:25 and we decided to check it out just for kicks… recentlyI had noticed a website online that specialized in something called theBead Riderthe idea was very simple put a layer of beads bound together in a mat between your butt and the bike’s seat and see the difference. I saw a very crude version of similar beaded matfor a very cheap rate and decided to pick it up and experience if itactually makes a difference.From there we started towards Mysore; took the ring Road at Mysore towards Chamrajanagar and then managed to take a wrong turn (I knowI am blessed withbeing geographically challenged.)and suddenly noticed that the milestone saying BR Hills28 Kilometers turn into BR Hills 96kms. (Double whammy!)The sky was cloudy and the morning was pleasant soIwas not complaining, strangely the wifey was also not complaining!
The roads led us back to Malavalli from there to Kollegal and then some really bad roads took us to Yellandur (this is the last town before enteringthesanctuary) at the check post ofthe sanctuaryI noticed that we had clocked over 250kms for a usually 180km journey! And wehadn’t taken any butt breaks till now…
Upon entering the sanctuary the roads amazingly changed into a buttery smoothwell tarred blacktop narrow road. The twisties were just amazingly mouthwatering and the climb up was justexhilarating… imagine riding through a lush green thick forest on an amazing smooth road and theonly sound you hear is the thump of your beast and the blood pumping into your brain.
We continued on from the BR Hills temple towards K Gudi– our mostfavorite joint destination of all till now, along the twisties andIsuddenly noticed to my horror that onthe tight twistiesIcouldn’t somehow manage to turn right! Gosh… this is deadly, you lean with your bike completely and instead of turning, the bike keeps going straight into thesteep fall and you start to panic… after bravely managing a few of these right banks (without the co rider know about it)I finally gave into once of the corners where the front tire just refused to turn andIalmost crashed intothe trench below…I somehow managed to brake in time and the got back some balance and composure. The wife noticed this particular turn and asked what was wrong, why wasIriding straight intothe trench…I made up some vague story about rider fatigue, fed some crap andcarried on… only slower.
Reached K Gudi at 11:25; met our dear friend Nahar there andtalked with him for a while… in the next 15 minutes he convinced us that since wedon’t have any special plans for Sunday we should stay back atthe wilderness camp and arranged for a room for us… so by noon we had stowed our tank-bag and riding jackets intotheroom and emerged intothe camp as if we have been permanent residents of the place.
Had some sumptuous lunch and retiredto rest for an hour. In the early evening we were introduced tothe new (well, actually 10 month old) naturalist Narayan at K Gudi. He took us for a jeep safari intothejungle… our jeep was shared with an old Swedish gent and 2 southIndian couples (guess they come for some realjungleetime) the old gent was pretty reserved and kept to himself all throughthe safari and talked only with Narayan couple times in the next 2 hours. Thetwo couples on the other hand were the typical yuppies thatI hate to interact with and thankfully kept to them-selves talking inTamil orKannada or whatever they talked in behaving like a bunch ofjuvenileretards.
Halfway through the safari, we got a radio message from the other jeep that they had spotted a leopard and informed us on the exact coordinates tothe location. Narayan like a pro rally driverdrove the jeep through some unbelievable terrain and in less than 7 minutes we were at the rendezvous point with the other jeep oohing and aahing attheamazing beauty of aleopardjust a fewhundred meters away from where we were.
Thejuvenile retard group in spite of severalreminders and reprimands formaintainingsilencecouldn’t containtheirexcitement and behaved in such a disgusting manner that for a whileIactually felt like beating then up and feeding them to the leopard…Iguess the leopard read my thoughts and scootedthescene in a while probably fearing theidea of eatingmeat made out of only rasam rice and curd rice… ugh!
After that we continued our safari. Spotted some spotted deer, some Sambar (notthe one you eat but the one people hunt) and a few very pretty birds… butI was not interested in this any more… two main reasons,I was already content of looking at a wild cat in the wild for the first time in my life and also because the juvenile retards were now acting as if they were on anAfricansafari and were hanging almost out of the jeep while pushing their bums into our heads and groping each other (maybe while thinking of the orgy they will have later on inthenight)
After going back to thecamp had some amazing onion pakoras and saw a documentary ona gang ofmacaquesbased out of a town in Tamil Nadu. Sitting around the campfire later Nahar and we discussed about his future plans of moving to the land down under and studying for his PHD… made vague plans of doing a vacation togethersometime inthefuture in Gujarat covering all the wildlife sanctuaries and the Rann of Kutch.
Had a nice dinner and slept in the royal bed of the maharaja’s royal bungalow…woke up at 7am just torealize that the morning safari had already left andwe missed it only by 20minutes… boohoo
Ate breakfast, and packed our tank bag, started planning on a proper route to go back to B’lore… the previous evening Nahar hadalready told us about some temple at Somnathapura which falls ontheway to Bangy; so were thinking if we want to do it or go straight home.
Narayan came at 8:30 with the news that he spotted a sloth bear and the wife was literally in tears… she’s been raving about spotting one since the first time we landed at K Gudi for our honeymoon. Narayan promised her that he’ll keep a bear ready next time we come again. Said our goodbyes and left. Halfway through the twistiesIconfessed about my inability of banking right on the twisties tothe wifey and rode down the ghats at a very slow speed… the wifey was exceptionally helpful and supportive duringthe ghat section and once we got out of the sanctuary we turned towards Yellandur and then to the onward journey to Bangalore.
Justentering in Yellandur werealized that the state government was not content by digging up all the roads inBangalore sothey had actually come all theway to these small villages and dug up all the roads and highways here as well! Saw a bus trying to take a tight turn in less than 6feet radius, dodged the buss and rolled off towards Malavalli. Theroads now turned from good to bad and bad to worse and then just stopped to exist! It was more like doing an off-road stint with a pillion on the Bull and poor RedEye wasgrumbling and screeching at every pothole and every ditch. But she bravely carried on.
It took us more than two and a half hours for us to cover around 70kilometers! My nerves by now had completely frayed andI was grumbling and bitching at every SOB driver ontheroad.
Finally some smooth roads shown and they brought all the maniacs drivers and riders ofIndia along with them… people not understandingthe light signals, the hand signals or even the abusive curses thatIscreamed inside my helmet. The return was generally uneventful and we reached home around 2:30 in the afternoon. Had a quick shower and then both of us sat and brooded about being back in this godforsaken city.
Now we are waiting for 17thNovember when we go back to K Gudi along with my parents and my older sister…
Well, I am the typical Gemini... live life like an open book...Enjoy long discussions about things that intrigue me... a hopeless romantic, been a muscle buff once upon a lifetime... for now, I just try and lose weight and it keeps finding me back :(
Love life, love to live and enjoy every moment of my consciousness... sometimes even the unconscious ones...
Love to smile and laugh... open to explore new aspects of life without hesitation...
Have done bungee-jumping, paragliding, parasailing, zorbing, skateboarding, rollerskating, hiking/camping/trekking...
newbie to the world of biking and motorcycle touring, but love every moment of it...Love to read and write when I’m not doing one of them, I ride
Love to watch movies (but, please no masala bollywood movies) Like to laze around the TV, like I always say... after a bitchy day at work a lil bit of 'detoxing' in front of the TV is allowed...
TAKEN! So wimmen, back off or my wife will hunt you down :p