Im on the Highway to.......

Well... its turning out to be more of a travelouge.. anyways here it goes...

Its been long since I heard the wind howling in my ears.. Roads pleading for mercy... well it happened after a long gap.. Me and ma fellow rider were plannin for a short night ride to a Dhaba where we ate enroute to Gulbarga.. A pretty neat place compared to the crap places inside the God forsaken spit of land called Kondapur and its surroundings, a 35 Km ride from my door step on the Hyderabad Pune highway... It was a familiar road as we rode on it few months back, but it looked a lot different under the starless night sky.



We started off pretty late so that the heat would have subsided and I decided not to take ma beast out since the dog inside the cops were on de prowl. Da ride was on a smaller but a more ferocious beast with the leash on ma companion's hand.. It was an irritating start through the city traffic but forgot everything de moment we went out of the vicinity of the city it was a gorgeous sight of the open road.. Heart started screamin the AC/DC song "Im on the Highway to Hell"

There had always been a facination towards 2 stroke bikes especially the Yamaha RX series.... Whether or not you maintain it prperly it doesn require any horns as the bike itself is horny... The sound it gives out can scare the hell out of dogs to aunties. We were zooming on RX135 tearing the wind which was pleading us to leave it alone and ma friend was in no mood to listen to it. Thats when it lost its patience and the entire condition changed.. suddenly the calm backdrop turned stormy.. heavy winds from all the sides making the bike sway in all different directions.. with the lightning effect to scare us, which didn have much effect on us though. The wind speed steadily increased and we started to feel mother nature's fury.. Since we were riding on a light weight Yam it was our turn to plead... the only way to escape the fast and furious wind was to maintain a painstaking speed of 45 to 50 KMpH. Finally the Mission to Dhaba was accomplished.

The dinner was amazing... eating in that place can make anyone amazingly fat... The food mainly constituted of paneer and more paneer and rotis directly from tandoor.... We ate and ate and ate and at one point we gave up on the fight between the Alloo paratha and the Kaju Paneer.... Finished it off with a bang with a traditional Lassi and we headed back into the concrete jungle. Thats when the nightmare of every rider happened.... Yes A FLAT......

Just when we were about to enter the cosmopolitan urbanized high tech city of my locality one screeching sound announced that the Yam's rear wheel is lifeless without atmosphere in it. And it was just over 11 pm. I had to take an Auto to roam around to find a guy who can do the phenominal job of fixing a flat. I got him to de bike and routine job of removing the tire and taking it back to the shop and checking for any anomalies happened and the guy threw a bomb on us... the tube has gone for a toss.. had to get a replacement... for which we spent few more hours and finally got one and got it fixed and finally hit home....

The entire adventure finally came to a flat tiring end, the night passed by discussing the entire trip to the gang of goons in the room... now everyone wants to go to that place to experience the unnatural events we exprimented with.

Final notice to everyone on road.... "This is only the beginging... once the heat dies I will Rise... I shall make everyone on road to plead as im transforming to a true rider of Hydera baad.....