Cycle Wala Roadie :
Caution:- Lot of mixed emotions are written below which doesn’t makes sense. You will get confused. If you are afraid of the long article and it seems cumbersome to read it. I understand. It’s human. But if you somehow go through it, know that it doesn’t makes sense at all but in the end leaves a smile on your face, my job is done . Welcome to the club. You are insane like me.
We all get a chance to meet some wonderful people during course of our life. Few days back on facebook wall of one of my iconoclast friends we called sharma g I saw this:
I was thinking to write for a long time and I needed inspiration. Above description written from the heart and penned down by fingers on a keyboard at some place not far away from Chandigarh, was the drug I needed. Before writing further, I must confess that I am not a die -hard biker but it doesn’t mean I don’t love it. I own a magical 150 CC Pulsar (my cousin called it sulfur). 6 years and 18000 KM later , day in and day out I have shined it using Pidilite Moto Max polish and have commuted intercity on it. Any-day if given a chance , I would prefer it over driving a car. The reason being very simple. I hate road traffic and
It’s frustrating to manoeuvre your car among so many other vehicles. I just hate it.
I started long driving on Maruti 800 when I was 18 and my mother gave me permission to drove car on the way from Chandigarh to Dharamshala with my family. It was 2004. I was young and I had just failed in my driving license test , fourth time in a row. The logic was pretty simple. My sister used to drove on the plain roads like Vin Diesel and when the curvy and steep roads used to show their face, I was told to take the lead. Pretty strange!! At first, I thought I will never be able to complete the ride but I just did and reached the place safely. Most of my long hill drivers are in Himachal and few in Haryana , Punjab, Delhi. I don’t like latter due to pollution. While driving a car you always have to focus on the road which is pretty difficult when you have brilliant hill views. It becomes difficult to stop in a car as it will slide backward if you stop it on a steep inclination and a stupid truck driver is about to kiss rear bumper of your car. I always call myself a driver. You feel like you are sitting in a shell and wind is touching your face but your heart remains untouched. Feet are busy in juggling between A, B, C accelerator , break and clutch but the some-where your legs are closed inside a moving box. The faster and bigger your engine is the more agile your car will be. A lot of rash driving happens on highways travelers pay utter disregard to traffic and road sense.
Last year I got inspired by my friend Rohit Dogra and bought a cycle. I never thought a new story will begin and yes it just did. I was riding a bike after 10 years. First time when I peddled from the shop to my home over a distance of 2.5 KM I was tired. My heart was pumping as fresh blood roared through it and my thighs felt collapsed. I felt my muscles breaking. Somewhere I loved the pain as I remembered the quote Pain is weakness leaving the body. Few days after, I installed a social fitness app called Strava on my shining android to records and measures speed and time of my ride. It felt pretty cool.
Driving a cycle is all together a different from driving a car or motorcycle. Very first time I seated on saddle and peddle it reminds me of my school where I used to commute daily. There were no gears, No GPS but my heart was pure and mind was free of clutter. I used to do Drifts. In local language we called it Skids and felt like king of the world. In skid you travel a short distance at a faster pace and then press the rear break, turn the handle so bike rear Tyre gets drifted leaving mark on the road. Fast and Furious is full of this technique but they do it on cars. They also do it on motorbike. It’s pretty cool. I don’t remember the exact word. I am a green horn in motor biking. So forgive me.
When I ride, I feel light .The early morning wind brushes through my body, goes through my windpipe and gets dissolved in your heart. Yes!! , you can feel the moment and believe me it’s amazing. My read beauty Hero Cycle takes me to places where I wouldn’t have gone and on the saddle I see things from a different perspective. You will observe so many minute details on the road which you don’t get a chance to feel on Bike or on a car. Cycling is a low impact sport when compared to running and I love it. I am not very good with running and for some strange reason I don’t like to run much. May be I am douche bag but that’s how things are. Earlier I was peddling 4 or 5KM but now I can peddle around 20 -25KM easily on one stretch. Some- thing amazing has happened. Now I create maps in my head that when next day I will wake up where I want to go , think about the road map over and over again and next morning I do it. So every day I wake up there is some purpose which doesn’t include career, money and all that bull shit. It’s plain, basic and raw. I feel wonderful after a ride and get pumped up for the entire day.
On morning you will always found labor on their Atlas gold line Super 1970 model. They have such power in them that they will overtake you with their spouse sitting behind them and no matter what speed you have or how many gear your bike has. You can’t audacity of heart.
During cycling, lots of voices will go through your mind about ambitions, family, home, Maslow theory (http://humangb.blogspot.in/2012/05/maslows-hierarchy-of-needs-vs-my.html) and a moment will come when everything stops. Your mind will be clear. Your cycle gains momentum and you will live in the moment. Your body will be surrounded by a cosmic or natural shell of atmosphere. It’s something surreal and at that moment rush of happiness flows through in your veins. It has happened with me. I observed the grass, the sun , the wind and that is the moment when I felt that I don’t need any fancy money or title to live. The moment that god has created for you is priceless and I felt very happy to be born. That is the real joy which no currency in the world can bought. It’s like a sweet spot in tennis. A mental relief which you will love.
My friends and especially elder members of my family are happy to see me cycle and some time they take away my red beauty and take it for a spin. At that moment I feel they have reinvented the kid or the young men they were 30 /40 years back. So I am peddling
While riding my eyes always look for a pretty chick in grey lower and pink shirt but till date I haven’t found one however I have seen Peacocks/Monkeys/Squirrels and fat uncles on cycle.
I wish I keep on peddling for a long time to come. Cover at least 300 /400 Km on one trip and would like to go to Leh on cycle if possible. If not let’s make it possible. I am sure there are lots of new places in the world which are beautiful and heaven for riders so I would like to go there once.
My time is limited. So I get up, and do what I like. It’s a realization I came across that cycling may be very few of the things which I love. Let’s not get separated. Lot of roads are there which I haven’t touched, Lots of peacocks are there which I haven’t seen and lots of chicks in Payjamas haven’t shown their serene beauty to me on cycle. So I am trying hard to make it count and Live Strong.
I have given my self the title called Cycle wala roady !! Sounds pretty cool to me. Now can anyone please get me a new cycle seat.The one on my cycles hurts my ass oooouch!!
This post is dedicated to my friends
Stay Young Stay Raw!!