So, what do i do? Got up on a Sunday morning and packed my bag with some biscuits, ID proof, documents and a spare pair of trouser, in case the gods decide to clean up my bike :)
The feeling of the early morning air hitting the face has always been exhilarating for me. Idled the engine for a good two minute before I thundered down the road towards Mysore highway.
Time: 6:30 AM Kms: 0
En route, stopped a few times to click snaps also contributing my bike's cooling. The mechanic had suggested me not to speed over 60kmph. I grudgingly had to follow his advice as I was tired of shelling out bucks to get the engine right.
Bangalore- Mysore highway is fantastic albeit some god damned speed breakers which appears out of nowhere. Had to go past Bidadi, go towards Ramanagara and then at a signal took right turn.
Then immediately the road forks and took a right again.
I did not expect the sub-urb road to be great but surprisingly enough, it was very good. Just kept looking at sign boards for the reading on Manachanabele. It's pretty hard to get lost reaching this place :)
Finally, after weaving thorough a village for 10 minutes, got a glimpse of the back water. I got excited and sped towards the road which ran parallel. Now the tarmac disappeared and crude, muddy road surfaced, much to my delight!
However, I rode a Bullet, didn't I? As far as there is something remotely resembling a road, the bullet would not complain :) As I approached the end of the road,saw a few visitors returning back. Cannot be better - no crowd is all I wanted.
The place is scenic, with nice hills at the distance, the dam amidst the water and the hills creating a picturesque view. Sunrise would be awesome here, I fantasized.
Time: 9:30 AM Kms: 55.
Over a distance I could see an Army truck loading some stuff, a resort kind of structure and a couple of motor boats.
As I rode to the edge of the bank, the boats sped towards the dam. I got my camera ready and immediately found an eagle searching food.
Took quite a few snaps and then found a shelter made up of stone pillars and slabs.
The snap ritual repeated and this time I ventured a self timed picture so that I can recall myself at the place :D
By then I was feeling damned thirsty, feeling sheepish that I forgot to pick a bottle of water. Raced back to the village and stopped to get a cool drink. Rejuvenated, I started my ride back Bangalore. Soon I hit the highway and this time I started twisting the throttle a bit harder towards 70 and occasional 75kmph.
Had read about a new way of breaking in the engine, so kept hitting 65 and varying the speed.
I wish I had some kind of a counter that counts the number of envious, admiring gaze I attracted from fellow bikers and people. :)
What's a bike trip without a cup of tea? It was a sacred tradition that we follow and hence stopped just before Bidadi and was sipping tea. Again, few people promptly neared my bike and started some talk which I could not hear yet knew about!!!
By this time the sun was right over my head and I felt need to speed back home.
Thundered at a comfortable 60-65kmph and reached Bangalore at 13:00 hrs.
Some times, a solo ride is very introspective! Do give it a try...
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