Sunday, June 23, 2002

What a day and what a ride!

NH-4 will always permanently remain the one loooooong journey I'll never tire of making...
Brought back so many memories...of school and the rains and gentle roads, waterfalls and brooks and broken bridges.
The Expressway is kind of neat, but I'm stuck on traffic jams...what to do, we're like this only:)

It was raining cats and dogs on the way back, the Sahyadris shone through with a quiet fervour, very very surreal, scary, eerie, but very unreal; just felt like we were passing through.Don't get to see the road too often, maybe once in four months.There was a time I knew it like the back of my hand, but never stopped to look...

There's something about riding that you can never find driving. A oneness with the bike, an extended being,
motion that the human body can only borrow, the closest you can get to floating out of water. Reminds me, haven''t been to the Enfield meet since last month, those guys must have left for the Ladakh trail by now.

I saw a puppy with its ears cocked near an electric pole. Wonder if it found its answer.I have to go get some sleep.


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