I write, therefore I am.
Wednesday May 23rd 2012

Categories

Twitter

  • Does anyone remember? "Tweet is a very lonely man". 2 hrs ago
  • RT @shenoyn: Acc to the son, Mahela Jayawardhane's wife is called Purusha. Is she? Or is my leg being pulled? 3 hrs ago
  • Hajjar traffic jam on Hosur road from Dairy circle to Forum. But I still love Bangalore, 10 months after I returned.Weather means love only. 5 hrs ago
  • Ever wondered why North Korea's ballistic missile is called the "No-dong"?Given how countries use ICBMs to say "my penis bigger than yours" 7 hrs ago
  • RT @deepakshenoy: It is very dangerous to extrapolate your experiences to wht a larger group, especially your potential customers, must feel 11 hrs ago
  • Imagine we have random fb metal heads with <metal first name> <actual last name> instead of the other way round @Gkswamy 13 hrs ago
  • Ladies and gentlemen, presenting the Joaquin Phoenix mustache smiley ------> :-!) 1 day ago
  • Highly impressed with @wtsindia coverage of pan-India gigs. 1 day ago
  • Plotting a transport solution for the Lamb of God concert with @Overtureindia macha, Arpan Peter. 2 days ago
  • "You're a Maoist student" is the new "screw you guys, I'm going home". #SouthPark 2 days ago
  • More updates...

Powered by Twitter Tools

Bicycling Adventures : The Maiden Ride

While there has been extensive stuff written about how my bicycling journey started (linked a couple of posts below), and how the current events related to cycling have unfolded over the eyar, the middle years in engineering college where cycling became an important part of my life needs to be written about (for it is filled with anecdotes showcasing my dorkiness), and will be done so when I’m feeling particularly nostalgic.

Now is not the time, not especially with the worst cold I’ve ever had this month, running through tissue after tissue, sounding like a snorting elephant. However, sitting at my desk, sneezing away, typing this post, I am a tad gleeful at the fact that all those other ignoramus morons who’ve been putting their cellphones in loud mode will have to bear the brunt of my snorting and nose-blowing.

Regretfully, I am not very keen on having a life long cold to counter those often atrocious ring tones, and I will have to resort to other less damaging counter-measures to ward off this crisis.

Last evening, I decided to scoot off early from the office in order to take my bike for a spin. The Trek 3700 was just calling out for me everytime I laid my eyes on it, and I had to rush back home to take it out. Armed with a helmet, and with front and rear LED lights (that can be set to flashing mode), I set out of my house, intending to just cycle arbitly so as to build up stamina for longer rides towards the band practise sessions in far away C V Raman Nagar.

Barely had I reached the end of the lane I live in, when I met up with someone who asked about my bike and helmet. Thereafter, he proceeded to take his bike out as well (another Trek 3700) and he showed me some new hitherto unknown route which went almost all the way through to Uttarahalli through Ittamadu.

Cycling through the roads aimlessly brought back a whole bunch of memories of having cycled the last time I had done so, which was to put a 15 mile ride in order to get bootlegged beer in Oslo late on a friday evening when all the alcohol selling places had shut shop.

However, the way back from aforesaid random place near my house wasn’t quite the joyride I had expected it to be, since the steep upward incline made me stop and alight from the bike, despite having switched to first gear to ride it. My legs felt like they were made of lead, and I was short of breath after about six km of cycling. However, I am most certain that with some amount of further riding, I should have decent stamina once again so as to undertake journeys that are four times this distance.

Like someone once said, it just takes a little getting used to. Further adventures to be updated on my website in due time.

Leave a Reply