Hope you guys had a lovely weekend with your family and loved ones.
My weekend was one of a little impulse giving way to an unplanned bike journey.
The impulse was indeed trivial: A desire to have piping hot Fish Ravas / Dal Rice and Chai served by the side.
I could have enjoyed these twin delights within the comforts of my cream-coloured walls. But to consume them, surrounded by striking greens, seemed like an unlikely weekend adventure.
Damn, all those excuses a wanderer can conjure just to step out of his home!
Maybe I was a nomad carrying on specific tendencies from my previous birth. Quite plausible, that.
But to have an equally nomadic wife who shares your spontaneity. Now that's a blessing.
So, off we went, me and my nomadic better-half, she riding Royal Enfield Classic 500cc and I - who had taught her how to ride a motorcycle - pillion-riding.
Giving us company was my best friend who rode her personal Royal Enfield thunderbird 350cc. It was a march of Enfield Riders wearing their preferred brand of lipsticks.
The day was as perfect as perfect could be; sunny and not a hint of drizzle. The destination we had in mind was Uran, but for this specific
'Search for the Perfect Fish Ravas' Ride, we decided to explore an alternative route.
Which, at hindsight, was not a very good idea.
For the alternative route was gravel-ridden and my wife lost control, swerved to the left, and before we knew she and I were sitting with our tender bottoms on hard gravel. She was depressed, Tina was. But, luckily, I had some sagely wisdom to offer: The more you fall, the more you learn.
The motivational speech seemed to work as my wife got back to riding after a 5 minute break, and we soon crossed the
villages of Whahal, Chirle, Veshi and Dighode in quick succession; a little mile-post here, a little shop name there alerting us about our exact locations.
And then came the second big pause, and this time it was the machine and not the man that was at fault. The wires of my friend's clutch broke and her engine whirred to a grinding halt. But one of our engines were working in top condition, and these two girls decide to stay back
I, rode for another 2 kms, before we spotted a local mechanic shop.
Now bear in mind, this was indeed a 'Local' Mechanic Shop, which made it an unlikely place from where to to purchase a Royal Enfield Clutch wire. But our Enfields are more versatile than we give it credit for, and with the help of a regular lengthy-enough clutch brake wire, our journey resumed.
And stop we did not, after that.
Finally, after riding for <3> hours and <40> minutes, we reached ahead of Uran, where beautiful views, amazing weather and our original dream - Fish Ravas / Dal Rice and Chai awaited us.
We relished each of these experiences in the spirit of
a grand buffet, munching into their essence and taking pictures so that we could preserve the memory for an entire lifetime.
Come to think of it was it was just a ride. And it was just some Fish Ravas / Dal Rice and Chai , we wanted to devour. But the ride with its stoppages and those determined ladies leading it, turned out much more than that. It become a Postcard for Posterity.
Rides like these make me. I ride and therefore, I am.
Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/winter_wanderer/
My weekend was one of a little impulse giving way to an unplanned bike journey.
The impulse was indeed trivial: A desire to have piping hot Fish Ravas / Dal Rice and Chai served by the side.
I could have enjoyed these twin delights within the comforts of my cream-coloured walls. But to consume them, surrounded by striking greens, seemed like an unlikely weekend adventure.
Damn, all those excuses a wanderer can conjure just to step out of his home!
But to have an equally nomadic wife who shares your spontaneity. Now that's a blessing.
So, off we went, me and my nomadic better-half, she riding Royal Enfield Classic 500cc and I - who had taught her how to ride a motorcycle - pillion-riding.
Giving us company was my best friend who rode her personal Royal Enfield thunderbird 350cc. It was a march of Enfield Riders wearing their preferred brand of lipsticks.
The day was as perfect as perfect could be; sunny and not a hint of drizzle. The destination we had in mind was Uran, but for this specific
'Search for the Perfect Fish Ravas' Ride, we decided to explore an alternative route.
Which, at hindsight, was not a very good idea.
For the alternative route was gravel-ridden and my wife lost control, swerved to the left, and before we knew she and I were sitting with our tender bottoms on hard gravel. She was depressed, Tina was. But, luckily, I had some sagely wisdom to offer: The more you fall, the more you learn.
The motivational speech seemed to work as my wife got back to riding after a 5 minute break, and we soon crossed the
villages of Whahal, Chirle, Veshi and Dighode in quick succession; a little mile-post here, a little shop name there alerting us about our exact locations.
And then came the second big pause, and this time it was the machine and not the man that was at fault. The wires of my friend's clutch broke and her engine whirred to a grinding halt. But one of our engines were working in top condition, and these two girls decide to stay back
I, rode for another 2 kms, before we spotted a local mechanic shop.
Now bear in mind, this was indeed a 'Local' Mechanic Shop, which made it an unlikely place from where to to purchase a Royal Enfield Clutch wire. But our Enfields are more versatile than we give it credit for, and with the help of a regular lengthy-enough clutch brake wire, our journey resumed.
And stop we did not, after that.
Finally, after riding for <3> hours and <40> minutes, we reached ahead of Uran, where beautiful views, amazing weather and our original dream - Fish Ravas / Dal Rice and Chai awaited us.
We relished each of these experiences in the spirit of
a grand buffet, munching into their essence and taking pictures so that we could preserve the memory for an entire lifetime.
Come to think of it was it was just a ride. And it was just some Fish Ravas / Dal Rice and Chai , we wanted to devour. But the ride with its stoppages and those determined ladies leading it, turned out much more than that. It become a Postcard for Posterity.
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