If there’s one thing that makes me happy, it is riding along an empty long stretch of the road, the endless skies and catching glimpses of the world fleeting by. Ah the joys of riding! Just when all the traffic, incessant honking and umpteen traffic signals were beginning to adulterate my love for riding, help came in the form of friends planning a weekend ride. Friends, riders, grease monkeys, immensely passionate and proud Yamaha RD 350 owners.
Would I pass up a chance to ride pillion on the RD 350? No way! I would’ve loved to be presented an opportunity to get on the front seat, but these boys ain’t passing a chance to ride their beloved bikes! It’s better to not get greedy, coz its either the pillion or no seat at all.
We made plans for a Sunday morning breakfast ride; a ride on Mysore road and breakfast at the Kamat Lokaruchi. The easiest, fastest and also the most popular route to take for a short adrenaline pumping ride!
We set off at 3 AM from the heart of the city and met up at a designated fuel station. All four bikes were filled up, the owners had exchanged praise on all the major and minor improvements on all bikes and everyone was set to go. Four kicks and the successive roar of the bikes resounded and the bikes picked pace. Real fast!
The roads were empty, save for the occasional truck or car, and my rider opened throttle and soon we were doing good speeds. Here is where being a good pillion rider comes into the picture and squirming, twisting, bending or being plain stupid is definitely not something you attempt at speeds of 120+ kmph. The world was an inky black canvas that we were shooting past and the roads were lined with twinkling star-like partially functional streetlights.
I have always felt that the way a biker navigates curves on a road is a thing of sheer beauty. It is like watching a beautifully choreographed piece. It is like poetry in motion. Watching a bunch of good riders accustomed to each other’s riding habits is even better. Each rider looks out for his fellow riders and is aware, alert and ready to stop to help in case of any glitch or snag in any of the bikes.
A quick re-group along the road and we decided to meet up at the 24-hr Coffee Day for a hot cuppa in the chilly morning. Everyone soon reached the coffee shop and spent a good one hour talking inane stuff, profound stuff and watching the sun wake up. Refreshed by the coffee and troubled by grumbling stomachs we set off to get some breakfast.
We covered the short distance in no time on these fast machines and parked them within our sight. You dare not ask these boys to budge far away from the bikes! We had a sumptuous breakfast, were in the best of cheery spirits and could not wait to get back on the bikes.
The road back to Bangalore seemed pretty empty, save for the occasional superbikes which obviously caught our attention. Straight roads, a fast bike, noises of towns beginning to bustle and a slight drizzle accompanied us on our return journey. The journey out of the city was far more peaceful and enjoyable.
Soon the sun was shining brighter, the roads kept getting narrower, the crowds and vehicles increased in number. But I was happy, lost in the speed and the haze of blue smoke.