Sharp winds cutting across my helmet, I rode on. Across the winding mountains roads. Crossing valleys and passes along the way. The destination didn’t seem far. I was dying to reach Leh as soon as possible. As I was taking a sharp hairpin my brakes gave way. I desperately tried to control the bike out of the take off point towards the valley below. I was too late and we started to feel the gravity of gravity.
Feeling the sudden gush of wind across my face I opened my eyes and was suddenly woken up from my dream. Don’t remember when I was transported into my dream but I was happy to be out of it. The dream was a mixture of my plans to go to Leh and my recent accident.
I was standing on top of an old dilapidated Haveli. It was situated on top of a small hill. The view from the rooftop was awesome. The pristine beauty of this part of Rajasthan lay bare like a virgin.
The green land surrounded by hills on all sides made me feel that we are in a valley.
Looking at the horizon between the hills, it looked like this land never ends. 
I was wondering what was I doing here when I heard some voices from below. Then as if I was bought back form a coma I remembered.
Two days ago, as I was starting to heal up after my accident I wanted to attend get together of our biker group which used to be held somewhere in delhi every Sunday. I visited the xbhp site and came to know that this time the g2g is going to happen in Sariska(Rajasthan). The plan was to go early in the morning on Sunday 31st July, 2005 at 5:00 am and be back by around 5:00 pm in the evening. The distance to Sariska was around 200 kms one way. I had some trouble sitting on the bike as I had bandages on both the knees but since it had been a long time I had been to a g2g I decided to go.
Sunday morning I was at the rendezvous point on NH8 at 4:40 am. When I saw no one coming for around 15 minutes, I thought I was standing at the wrong point. I saw a biker with a bag going ahead on NH8 and I started to follow him thinking that the meeting point might be a little ahead. Gurgaon in sight, I couldn’t find anyone still so I decided to return back. I was back at the same place where now 4 bikers were already there. A brief introduction followed. I knew Tiger and Salil already, met Shamik and Ace. Few minutes later Abby came on his bullet. Finally Manik and Sunil arrived and we were on oru way to Sariska by 5:30 am.
We rode together in formation for quite some distance. The speedo cover of my bike came off ater sometime. I stopped kept it in the bag and joined the pack again. The zipped across sporadic traffic at descent speeds. After a while Salil and Dhairya felt the need for speed and they went into the “on the tank” position and blasted off. Behind them me and abby accelerated too. It would had been just a minute and couple of dances between large trucks, I heard a horn from behind. It was Shamik. I slowed looking at Abby get away. Shamik inquired about Tiger and I was pretty sure there was no one else ahead of me except for the three speed demons. We looked back and there were no bikes behind us. We stopped by the roadside and waited for others to catch up.
No sign of anyone for 10 minutes, we got a little worried.
Tried calling up Tiger and could only hear the song from the movie “Zeher”. We decided to backtrack. The other side of the road was slightly de-elivated so we rode on the wrong side back towards delhi looking for our comrades. After around 5 minutes we found Tiger. Even Salil had backtracked. Tiger’s bike chain gave way. Luckily he didn’t have any chain cover as it snapped at around a speed of 100 kmph. In addition to this as if it were a take one and get one free offer, Ace’s bike had been vomitting fuel from the fuel tap below the tank. The mechanic was playing such loud music with the speaker that are generally put up in big gatherings that we just wanted to move away from the place. 
Got some patch up work done and we were on the way.
Tiger and Ace rode slowly, I followed them till we reached a small dhaba.
This was our first natural break. We had tea and went over the first issue of “Bike” magazine. 
Salil and I began clicking our beauties. As it always happens people there were amazed by a group of 9 bikers. They wanted to be in the pics. We took some pics of them too. There was nothing good to eat there so we moved ahead. Tiger had other plans. He wanted to head back so as not to slow us down. Salil suggested we get it fixed some where ahead and asked Tiger to come along.
We rode slowly till the next stop for breakfast.
The royal breakfast consisted of parathas and discussion of the trip to Leh. 
Some more discussions on the sad state of bikes in India and some stories we were ready to hit the road. Salil and Tiger found a mechanic and then Tiger’s bike was repaired. Some test riding of Shamik’s Unicorn, Dhairya’s V2 Pulsar and Salil’s burnout in sand, we created enough audience there.
On the road again, we ripped. Its an amazing feeling moving in a biker group. We had to take a left turn somewhere so we kept asking for directions. When we were around 190 kms from where we started we thought we had missed the turn.
Jaipur was mere 70 kms from there. We also had an option to go to Jaipur now but Sariska called louder. 
We found the turn finally for Sariska. 
The road was a little rough and thin but the landcape was aesthetically sound.
After riding a while we found a nice spot for a photo shoot break.
Goat To-Gether
Salil went for offroading on the hill in front of us.
Dhairya followed him.
Rarest Devil
Who is more daunting ?
Rolling again on the road we started getting beautifully bended curves, where Salil followed by me follwed by Dhairya started to corner our bikes.
It was beautiful synchronized cornering. I tried taking some videos while on the bike. Not very successful though. Got a glimpse of a deer on the way and we stopped to click. 
Finally we reached Sariska. No intention of visting the sanctaury went ahead and stopped at a “T” junction. After cooling off it was time for offroading. We came to know about a small village Kushaalgarh there which had an old haveli on top of a small hill. 
We rode our bikes up the hill on to the haveli. 
The Stable
The Ashoka Piller
Cross Sniping
The events of the day flashbacked in my mind and I could make out the noises of the people below and could see Sunil on the other end of the roof. We had been there for a long time. It was time to move forward.
We drove our bikes down from the Haveli and proceeded towards Siliserh lake. Some more series of bends and us cornering them.
We halted at a dhaba before the lake for lunch.
Not able to get anything better we ordered omelette for everyone. Salil again went on his exploration. The group started to discuss the Leh trip again.
We ate, drank got up and moved towards the lake.
By this time my knees were aching due to the movement of the knees. My bandages had slipped and were rubbing on my wounds. I fixed them back when we reached the lake.
The lake was a flop show. Too much crowd. 
We stayed there for a while and then decided to return back.
The latest Xbhp member
While returning we stopped at Alwar for some re-fuelling. After that Salil, Dhairya and me just cruised. I was not aware of the speed as my speedo was damaged but it was anything near to 110 kmph. Alternatively it was sometimes Salil, sometimes Dhairya and sometimes me in the lead but this was no competition between my Pulsar 180 classic, Salil’s Pulsar 180 v1 Dtsi and Dhairya’s Pulsar 180 v2 Dtsi. It was more of a symphony. We ripped, cornered zipped, zigzagged together. It was like the Pulsar 180 family moving on the road. I totally forgot about the pain in my knees and was enjoying the ride. This has been my best ride.
After a while we relaxed a bit. Soon Shamik and Abby caught up on their Unicorn and bullet respectively. We came out on the NH8 and stopped for others. Everyone regrouped, a quick smoke break for those who smoke we headed towards Manesar McDonald’s where the next stop was scheduled except Ace and me who were headed directly towards Delhi to fulfil some of our other commitments.
This was a quick ride. We reached Manesar soon. Dhairya, Ace and me carried on while rest of them went to the McD outlet. I lost Ace somewhere in the traffic near the airport. Reached home at about 7:45 pm. All my bandages loosened and wounds paining. I immediately went to the doctor and got them redressed. I had driven around 450 kms that day which was my maximum in a day.
The wounds had healed.
Feeling the sudden gush of wind across my face I opened my eyes and was suddenly woken up from my dream. Don’t remember when I was transported into my dream but I was happy to be out of it. The dream was a mixture of my plans to go to Leh and my recent accident.
I was standing on top of an old dilapidated Haveli. It was situated on top of a small hill. The view from the rooftop was awesome. The pristine beauty of this part of Rajasthan lay bare like a virgin.
The green land surrounded by hills on all sides made me feel that we are in a valley.
Looking at the horizon between the hills, it looked like this land never ends. I was wondering what was I doing here when I heard some voices from below. Then as if I was bought back form a coma I remembered.Two days ago, as I was starting to heal up after my accident I wanted to attend get together of our biker group which used to be held somewhere in delhi every Sunday. I visited the xbhp site and came to know that this time the g2g is going to happen in Sariska(Rajasthan). The plan was to go early in the morning on Sunday 31st July, 2005 at 5:00 am and be back by around 5:00 pm in the evening. The distance to Sariska was around 200 kms one way. I had some trouble sitting on the bike as I had bandages on both the knees but since it had been a long time I had been to a g2g I decided to go.
Sunday morning I was at the rendezvous point on NH8 at 4:40 am. When I saw no one coming for around 15 minutes, I thought I was standing at the wrong point. I saw a biker with a bag going ahead on NH8 and I started to follow him thinking that the meeting point might be a little ahead. Gurgaon in sight, I couldn’t find anyone still so I decided to return back. I was back at the same place where now 4 bikers were already there. A brief introduction followed. I knew Tiger and Salil already, met Shamik and Ace. Few minutes later Abby came on his bullet. Finally Manik and Sunil arrived and we were on oru way to Sariska by 5:30 am.
We rode together in formation for quite some distance. The speedo cover of my bike came off ater sometime. I stopped kept it in the bag and joined the pack again. The zipped across sporadic traffic at descent speeds. After a while Salil and Dhairya felt the need for speed and they went into the “on the tank” position and blasted off. Behind them me and abby accelerated too. It would had been just a minute and couple of dances between large trucks, I heard a horn from behind. It was Shamik. I slowed looking at Abby get away. Shamik inquired about Tiger and I was pretty sure there was no one else ahead of me except for the three speed demons. We looked back and there were no bikes behind us. We stopped by the roadside and waited for others to catch up.
No sign of anyone for 10 minutes, we got a little worried.
Tried calling up Tiger and could only hear the song from the movie “Zeher”. We decided to backtrack. The other side of the road was slightly de-elivated so we rode on the wrong side back towards delhi looking for our comrades. After around 5 minutes we found Tiger. Even Salil had backtracked. Tiger’s bike chain gave way. Luckily he didn’t have any chain cover as it snapped at around a speed of 100 kmph. In addition to this as if it were a take one and get one free offer, Ace’s bike had been vomitting fuel from the fuel tap below the tank. The mechanic was playing such loud music with the speaker that are generally put up in big gatherings that we just wanted to move away from the place. Got some patch up work done and we were on the way.Tiger and Ace rode slowly, I followed them till we reached a small dhaba.
This was our first natural break. We had tea and went over the first issue of “Bike” magazine. Salil and I began clicking our beauties. As it always happens people there were amazed by a group of 9 bikers. They wanted to be in the pics. We took some pics of them too. There was nothing good to eat there so we moved ahead. Tiger had other plans. He wanted to head back so as not to slow us down. Salil suggested we get it fixed some where ahead and asked Tiger to come along.We rode slowly till the next stop for breakfast.
The royal breakfast consisted of parathas and discussion of the trip to Leh. Some more discussions on the sad state of bikes in India and some stories we were ready to hit the road. Salil and Tiger found a mechanic and then Tiger’s bike was repaired. Some test riding of Shamik’s Unicorn, Dhairya’s V2 Pulsar and Salil’s burnout in sand, we created enough audience there.On the road again, we ripped. Its an amazing feeling moving in a biker group. We had to take a left turn somewhere so we kept asking for directions. When we were around 190 kms from where we started we thought we had missed the turn.
Jaipur was mere 70 kms from there. We also had an option to go to Jaipur now but Sariska called louder. We found the turn finally for Sariska. The road was a little rough and thin but the landcape was aesthetically sound.After riding a while we found a nice spot for a photo shoot break.
Goat To-Gether
Salil went for offroading on the hill in front of us.
Dhairya followed him. Rarest Devil Who is more daunting ? Rolling again on the road we started getting beautifully bended curves, where Salil followed by me follwed by Dhairya started to corner our bikes.
It was beautiful synchronized cornering. I tried taking some videos while on the bike. Not very successful though. Got a glimpse of a deer on the way and we stopped to click. Finally we reached Sariska. No intention of visting the sanctaury went ahead and stopped at a “T” junction. After cooling off it was time for offroading. We came to know about a small village Kushaalgarh there which had an old haveli on top of a small hill. We rode our bikes up the hill on to the haveli. The Stable The Ashoka Piller
Cross Sniping
The events of the day flashbacked in my mind and I could make out the noises of the people below and could see Sunil on the other end of the roof. We had been there for a long time. It was time to move forward.
We drove our bikes down from the Haveli and proceeded towards Siliserh lake. Some more series of bends and us cornering them.
We halted at a dhaba before the lake for lunch.
Not able to get anything better we ordered omelette for everyone. Salil again went on his exploration. The group started to discuss the Leh trip again.
We ate, drank got up and moved towards the lake.
By this time my knees were aching due to the movement of the knees. My bandages had slipped and were rubbing on my wounds. I fixed them back when we reached the lake.
The lake was a flop show. Too much crowd. We stayed there for a while and then decided to return back.The latest Xbhp member
While returning we stopped at Alwar for some re-fuelling. After that Salil, Dhairya and me just cruised. I was not aware of the speed as my speedo was damaged but it was anything near to 110 kmph. Alternatively it was sometimes Salil, sometimes Dhairya and sometimes me in the lead but this was no competition between my Pulsar 180 classic, Salil’s Pulsar 180 v1 Dtsi and Dhairya’s Pulsar 180 v2 Dtsi. It was more of a symphony. We ripped, cornered zipped, zigzagged together. It was like the Pulsar 180 family moving on the road. I totally forgot about the pain in my knees and was enjoying the ride. This has been my best ride.
After a while we relaxed a bit. Soon Shamik and Abby caught up on their Unicorn and bullet respectively. We came out on the NH8 and stopped for others. Everyone regrouped, a quick smoke break for those who smoke we headed towards Manesar McDonald’s where the next stop was scheduled except Ace and me who were headed directly towards Delhi to fulfil some of our other commitments.
This was a quick ride. We reached Manesar soon. Dhairya, Ace and me carried on while rest of them went to the McD outlet. I lost Ace somewhere in the traffic near the airport. Reached home at about 7:45 pm. All my bandages loosened and wounds paining. I immediately went to the doctor and got them redressed. I had driven around 450 kms that day which was my maximum in a day.
The wounds had healed.
