MOTORCYCLE DIARIES 2

An otherwise normal guy i sometimes wonder whether being impulsive(as i was on this particular day) has more pros or cons.Anyway putting that thought aside for a while i'll come down to another lazy afternoon on the 2nd of September which left me short of ideas as to what i should do in the four day vacation which started that day. The answers literally came from up above. One of my coursemates called out from the first floor asking me if i wanted to go to Goa. I replied in the affirmative. Precisely twenty minutes later two Royal Enfield Thunderbirds we revving and rumbling on the highway headed to a known place but on a scrarily unfamiliar route. Vowing to drive all night we reached Mahabaleshwar at 11.30 at night. Notwithstanding the cold i decided to go ahead and have the famous strawberries with cream, a thing mahabaleshwar is famous for. My buddy who by now had forgotten that he had a back (sitting on a bike without a backrest) and I then set course for Goa. It rained harder and we drove faster. An otherwise uneventful (read normal) journey suddenly shook me up, and much more than me shook up my pillion rider. My coursemates used to say (they still do) and can swear by anyone that Karthik can sleep anywhere and everywhere and lo and behold i pulled off yet another feat unthinkable for many. I slept on a bike moving at 70 kms an hour when noticing my inaction at a fast approaching vehicle my buddy jolted me out of my sleep and beleive me i could have jumped out of my skin when i woke up and saw a car heading straight for me and quite fast at that. Fortunately we just about made our way out of the car's path and I am alive and blogging here. The rest of the journey saw me at my alert best and was good except for a punctured tyre that took us three and a half hours to rectify and gave my fellow riders and me the much wanted dose of some sleep even if it was outside a village shop which was far from comfortable but i guess adventure and comfort don't form a part of the same package. We then reached Goa and stayed in a shack on a beach pretty much drunk for three days and a pretty wild night when two of us drank two bottles of wine in about fifteen minutes or so. The next morning of course left our minds clean oblivious to everything that had happened the previous evening. The drive back to Pune was a much safer one on a much better road which afforded us the liberty of riding at speeds of 80 kms an hour consistently. It might seem a little strange that a post about a trip to Goa has no mention whatsoever of any female presence. Well frankly and sadly there wasn't any. I would definitely make a mention of my biking buddy Ashish Tiwari for the benefit of those who do know him. Kudos brother!! As for thr trip and the MOTORCYCLE DIARIES hopefully there shall be many more.