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'' Can you believe this? I was at 120, mind blowing man, I have never ever thought of it, but today I have done it''

It was Manish who was overwhelmed by his triumph over the long time fear of riding the 220 cc bull on the  national highway 6 in such a speed that made the opposite direction heavy/light vehicles to pass him with a relative velocity of more than 200 km/hr...

With every passing point, his confidence jumped next level. It was a kind of winsome feeling that clearly portrayed on his face....

The way he was driving, the maneuvering, and the jigging over the speed breakers; all those things were clearly depicting the fun he was having that time.

Well not always, he was playing with the happiness doll.

Many a times he was flaunting high with the embarrassing moments, especially when the road was going little bit deeper (potholes).

This was one of the cases what Raipur Trip was comprised of...

This trip concluded my 2010 trip log as well as inspired me to put some consolidation points.

Well Manish was riding along with me second time for the Raipur trip on the same dates in two consecutive years - 25 dec'09 and again on 25th dec '10.

Last year we were on my ROYAL ENFIELD THUNDERBIRD (max speed 120 kmph, travelling speed 80 kmph). Manish was not so accustomed to drive in a National highway, so he managed himself with the pillion seat for the whole journey. The whole trip covered almost 700 km. It was very tough for the pillion rider to remain as such for the whole journey. I should be grateful to him for accompany me in the whole journey without uttering any kind of objection. In addition, our rear traffic light was broken down; we had to carry it throughout the return journey. All these odd things were borne by Manish only because I was in the advantageous position that was of the driver’s seat. Unfortunately, he had nothing else to do than carry that light assembly. It was really a cumbersome as well as an embarrassing task.

In 2010, lots of thing had changed. We were in Manish's HERO HONDA KARIZMAA (max speed 130 kmph, travelling speed 110-115 kmph). Manish's riding skill had experienced lots of improvement. He was capable enough to hit the highway roads with his Karizmaa and that feeling was making him thrilled as well as excited. In this way, he joined our damn mad psycho bikers group. All though he did not complete the whole trip with the bike but the moment or the time, he was riding each of blood, flowing nerve of him was experiencing the feel of ecstasy with the feeling of elation, that was increasing with every passing kilometers.

Well it can be clearly stated that we are living our life with full of happenings, adventures and fun, because we are biking all around. Wherever we could see, our bike's tyre had the soil of the place, while the place had our tyre’s impression.

It is not an exaggeration; it is a proven fact. 17th July 2009 we had stamped in to the adventure world and started our first bike trip. That was Rourkela trip, we were five people and three bikes, and distance was 130 kms. We had completed it with a great show including a dead deal which was the riding of 70 km with an average speed of 105 kmph with a near to death experience for me and my pillion Pratap. It was a sharp edge turn at the speed of 105 or more. Our knee was just an inch above the road while turning. Yeah it was dangerous curve but we had no option left at that moment.

That was the trip, which bugged me the real biking nuts.

I am always being the active member of “late coming" club. I am the younger son of my so forbearing and tolerant parents as I was born late and one of the most notorious boys they ever saw (as they used to say). Many innovative and tough punishments had been recorded in my name as it had been prolonging for whole 12 years with the hope in the mind of my teachers that a day will come when the unstoppable time will follow me and things will happen on time.

I learnt bicycle at the age of 12 where other guys of my age were participating in cycle race at that time as they had achieved their expertise by then. My first day on bike had started with a co-incidence. I was paddling on my father's cycle. Cycle was on its centre stand that made the rear wheel 9 inch above the ground. It made paddling easy. Suddenly my brother mischievously pushed the cycle from back and with sudden hick up I was on the road with the same paddling move.

Since From that day, wheels under the set hands of mine has been rolling for never ending stoppage.

Right from my childhood, I have always been a great lover of wind. The more I loved her, the more intense she hit me hard. The more I approached her, the more she made my way slippery. The more I adored her, the more she filled my way with deep shits.

Even the mechanical and parental power could not prevent me from falling in love with her. With loads of strict warning and innovative threatening, my parents had failed to decrease my bike speed. Well, that was not my fault; actually, there was a problem in the brake shoes of both the wheels, which should have been changed. Which even, could not be stop by applying full force, whereas my fondness of wind never allowed me to change those brake shoes. Irony came when I met an accident on my friend's bike. My parents scolded me wholeheartedly for using such a bike that did not have proper breaks. Later on, they realized that the accident had not happened because of not having proper breaks but of applying brakes that were fully functional. Because of my lovely brakeless bike, I was out of habit of applying brakes, which resulted in overturn as I had pressed the rear brakes. After a while, I was sitting in the road with both my hands stretched out.

To be frank, accidents and I have always supported each other. It made its calendar every year and for this, I should appreciate it that none of the events in the calander had even a minute chance of a clash. Only one accident occurred at a time. Next event always happened after the recovery of the first.

Learning motorcycle was as easy as I learnt bicycle. My first motorbike was LML VESPA. Awesome pick up with mind-blowing brakes. Roads could be slippery but once breaks were applied, even the mighty lord would not be able to displace the bike by a mini inch.

My college buddy Ronak was my mentor with my cousin’s Vespa. In college, we were rich guys just because we had Vespa and this “just” was with to the Vespa only. Whenever. We had to shell out for petrol, we found ourselves in managing 10 to 30 rupees by selling mess coupons or old newspapers as paper scraps because the pocket money that came from home had already spent out.

Ronak had done his job with great effort. He inspired me in every aspect, in which he could, but by the grace of my own adamant skill, I was declared as the incompetent rider eventually and with this accolade, my college span had got over.

Somehow, I managed to remove this tag in my working place as no one knew about my past. Therefore, by God’s grace and with my utter confidence I set myself up to the rider position.

Therefore, with all these past information we come to this point, where from there on here we were capable enough to go for the rides and adventures.

For me everything starts from adventure and ends in adventure. This word always thrilled me because it gives me the essence of new things to be happening. Moreover, I really get bored so quickly when compared to others. Moreover, with adventure I always feel fresh. For me things are very simple to explain.

Twenty years from now when you will become older, you have to your growing child, you will be more disappointed by the things you did not do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbour, and catch the trade winds in your sail. 


What to say about my love….ADVENTURE?

Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, and often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it to be. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way, you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.

It is just I am warming up…..

the travelogue is just paving the way to reveal  some extremes......