A bridge too far...!!!... A recruit's first ride

The last chance ride for 2009 and a photo opportunity for the members too. Yercaud was on the menu and the V40 riders were ready for their "on any surface" trip. It was my first ride with the club. My first long ride on my new bike with just 600 kms on its clock and my first ride after a 12 year hiatus from riding bikes. It was time for me to find out whether I could still do it.

Eight bikes and eleven riders assembled on the crack of dawn on the 19th Dec on the jump off point on the poonamalee bypass. Prakash and Mahesh were waiting for their new Classics to be delivered and Sudip had his bike parked in the wrong town but chose to ride Dominique's second bike from Ranipet. Prakash had offered to make the trip in his car, solving the problem of transporting the non-biking riders, our photographers Lazar and Rajesh along with Shankar our mechanic and quick fixer for the trip. The rest of the pack, Dominique, Goutham, Barani, Ganesh, Venkatesh, Vijay (first time rider) and Ram - I (also a first timer) were ready to role.

The route chosen offered the best of both worlds. One the way up, Chennai – Vaniyambadi – Tirupattur – Harur – Kuppanoor – Yercaud offered good winding roads and a terrific ghat run. The road back Yercaud, - Salem – Dharmapuri – Krishnagiri – Vaniyambadi – Chennai offered yet another ghat trip, good NH quality roads and a quick & easy ride back home.

After a quick debriefing on the rules the ride started. Traffic was thin on the way out of Chennai and the ride to the outskirts was quick. First stop was at the Red Chillies near Ranipet were Dom's second bike and Shankar were waiting. Sudip stopped being a passenger and became a rider here.

After breakfast, we started out again. The day was promising to be a great one. The weather was just right, not too hot and not too chilly for a late December weekend. The pack was doing well as we crossed town after town, staying together in our staggered formations and riding at good speeds.

Lesson 1: Focus on the road and ride within your limits. Do not get distracted by your immediate pack. Well the story behind the lesson is equally simple. As we crossed Vaniyambadi Bridge the pack was doing close to 90 kmph and the bridge makes a nice right turn, not too sharp though. I was riding on the right side on 3rd spot when I took the turn along with the leaders and I found my bike slipping from under me. I had taken my eyes of the road and lost focus on the turn. Usual effect, I righted by bike, straightened and slipped out of the pack and chose to get steady before continuing on. Only problem, I ran out of road and came to a stop next to the parapet wall of the bridge and lost by rear balance and was on my back. Here comes lesson two for all riders.

Lesson 2: Always ride with proper riding gear. The club places a great deal of emphasis on this and insists all its members have to own and maintain their gear well. I was riding with full gear; upper body armor, knee / shin guards, riding gloves, et all. Except for a few scratches on my bike and some superficial score marks on my jacket and jeans, I could get up, shake off the fall and continue riding.After this brief break, we continued riding again. We had to make another stop at Thirupattor to fix a flat on Sudip's bike. I understand that fixing something at Thirupattur is quickly becoming a V-40 tradition. It was a leaking fuel tank on, guess who, Sudip's bike last time. A good chance for all to take a break and get some hot tea and much needed hydration.All along the way, our two photographers went clickety-click capturing the riders in every conceivable way. We also took pictures of riders in formation, riding solo and a few pairs along the way. Pictures will be on the V-40 web pages soon.By afternoon we had reached the foothills of the hills and the riders were eager to hit the ghat roads.

Lesson 3: When riding up ghat roads lean into the turn. Yeah I know, all ye seasoned bikers know this. But a lesson is still a lesson. I had to start slow on the ghat roads, and when I mean slow, I mean slow. Took me a while to understand the mechanics of making the turns at faster speeds. I am sure that I will probably need a few more rides up such hills to get to a decent level.But I sure had lot of practice as we rode back and forth on these roads for numerous photo shoots. This route up to Yercaud took us through some pristine jungles. We could not see the sun at any spot. The jungle canopy was complete. A cacophony of sounds from monkeys, birds and other animals I could not even see filled the trees. As we rode up, every feet of elevation made us feel the chill in the fresh mountain air.The rest of day light was spent on getting maximum photo opportunities done and by the fading light of dusk most Yercaud residents were aware of the bullets in town as our thumpers reached the lake side.Home for the night was a large dorm style room in a resort and all the weary travelers could unwind for the night.Sunday morning brought along with it a cold mist and a chilly wind. After breakfast, we started the ride down to Salem. Here is lesson 4.

Lesson 4: The rules for riding uphill is different from riding down hill. Difference, down hill is more difficult. Again photo shoots meant all riders going back and forth choice hairpins and curves for our photographers to make the best of it. And this meant some more practice for me. And by this time, I was getting a hang of riding the ghats. And I realized why my fellow riders were looking forward to the ghats so much. One has to be experienced this personally to feel it. But a close explanation will be like riding a roller coaster at high speeds with no rails or stops, only depending on your skill as a rider and your bike to take you through the next curve. All I can say is it took some ten minutes for my heart to stop pounding and come back to a normal beat after I had done the ghats.

Once the ghats were done, I believed we were going to have un-eventful ride back to Chennai. But was I wrong, and how wrong I was. On the way back we took a diversion of the highway on to an old stone quarry. A dirt track lead to the entrance of an old stone quarry, and another rubble strewn path lead up to the quarry proper, an imposing stone cliff 50 to 60 feet high. Here the bikers stood for group and individual profile pictures. Each of us tried our own mini version of off roading as we tried to ride our bikes to position for our turn to be photographed.Now, we had seen all surfaces, smooth national highways, patchy & bumpy stretches of state highways, adrenaline pumping ghat roads, dirt tracks leading to no where, rubble patch that drove us right up the cliff wall and sandy surfaces that made your bike go in two different ways and took you in a third.With all these photo shoot breaks, sun down on Sunday saw is in Krishnagiri and some good ways from home. Tea and hydration completed, we prepped up for a night ride. Visors were cleaned, riding glasses were put away and lights were checked. I was not expecting any rain this late in December, but again I was wrong. As we approached Vaniyambadi, the skies opened up on us and it started to rain. Not a drizzle or a few showers, but serious heavy, blinding rain.

Lesson 5: Ride as a disciplined pack. This is not for show or for solidarity; it helps as one rider takes cues from the other and can keep all safe. The rains only let up as we crossed Poonamallee into Chennai late in the night.Well for a first time rider, I have had the best of all surfaces, all weathers and all riding conditions. Learnt a lot of lessons (the five listed are just a selection), learnt a lot of what my bike can do and cannot, what I can and cannot do on this bike, some more learning on my gear which I will implement.

Footnote: Proper riding gear for all riders is important.

Ride Safe............Ram Srivatsan

Rajasthan through a Visor

I have seen Rajasthan before, or so I thought. My father was in the army and spent many years there. Then, we traveled by jeep/ bus and marveled at the forts & palaces. Rajasthan needs no introduction. It's no wonder the most popular tourist destination in India for it's rich culture, splendid & magnificent forts, palaces, havelis, chattris & mandirs, awe inspiring history and absolutely great food. Millions journey to Pushkar mela alone from all over the world. Before the trip I didn't know what more to expect as I spent some time gathering info from people who've been there on a Royal Enfield.
What I saw this time I had never seen & felt before. My bike had opened up a completely new Rajasthan to me, and I don't remember ever feeling so happy & excited on my last visits.Starting from Jaipur, first to catch my eye - the girls are so beautiful and dressed in their Rajasthani embroidered kurtas – irresistible!
Then there is the beautiful Hawa Mahal. At sunrise it's an irresistible sight. As I was trying to find my way through it's ornate streets – which are ruled by cyclists and have mandirs in middle of the lanes! - a rider pulls me up and offers to show me around. I guess we are brothers who just met.In the morning I set out to find a place not on any map – Mahansar. Local folk lore has it that a bottle of their wine can get an entire group tipsy. The roads I take from here have very little traffic, smooth tarmac and always were very exciting. Not a part of it ever got boring. At the end of this trip I was left feeling I had found another elusive riders paradise.
I head out to Sikar. This stretch is actually green with farming. Then I turn towards Nawalgarh. This is not a popular tourist place, yet here are the best elaborately painted havelis and chattris. From here the ride becomes even more interesting as I leave the state highway and ride roads through villages. Surprisingly even these roads have great tarmac. The roads twists and I take numerous left & right trying to find Mahansar relying on the villager’s directions. Through my ride I actually ended up talking to a lot of villagers discovering roads and places. Some of these roads aren't on any map. As I find Mahansar I check into Narayan Niwas Castle. It's actually a castle that has old style rooms befitting a castle. And Mahansar has a haveli painted in gold!

What a way to spend the night after a good ride. I happily book the castle for Royal Enfield Tour of Rajasthan.In the morning I set out to Ratangarh. I can catch the national highway that passes close by but I don't want to take that route, instead there’s a forest close by and I hope to see some deers there. As I pass through it - I do spot a few deers and guess what these roads are great too. I actually should stop saying that, but as a rider thats how happy I felt. I actually ended up cruising the entire route at good speeds, through great places and where ever I stopped the food was excellent. I hit NH11 near Ratangarh and take a short break at Desert Resort “PLEASE SILLOW DAWN”. Then I speed off to Bikaner and here's another surprise – national highways can be so fun too and here I was trying to avoid them because they have always been boring and tiring. But I don't want to miss out on the Rajasthan I never saw so I'll catch interior roads again after Bikaner.
The land scape starts to change slowly to more dry and sandy. But there are still plenty of large shrubs and some trees. I won't be hitting sand dunes for the next 2 days. As I speed off and I'm having so much fun my chain falls off! Fun is what I wanted wasn't it! Luckily it's just the chain lock that’s replaced quickly and off I zoom again. Just before Bikaner there are Camel Farms, but I don't spend much time there as I'll get plenty of camels at Sam and I can’t wait to have the famous rasgullas and sit down for a drink with Bikaner bhujia. Bikaner is also famous for Laxmi Niwas palace and Junagarh Fort which is the best in Rajasthan. One room is ornate with 32 kg of gold.Though I'm going to Jaisalmer I don't want to take that highway and instead chart a far more interesting route. First up is Karni Mata temple where devotees worship an incarnation of goddess Durga. Its more famous for its sea of rats. Best time to visit is early morning when they come out to feed on the offerings. From here it gets really tricky. I want to reach Siana and have to go right on a small road that’s unmarked. As luck has it on that very turn I stop to ask direction from villagers waiting for a truck. This route is fun, there are camels in road and it passes through many interior villages.
Here the children are actually scared to see me with full riding gear on a loud bike! That's a first! I try stopping a few times for pictures but every time they run away! No questions asked! In one village I finally found a brave boy and after a l let him use the camera, more than courage the others found curiosity. Here I managed to get a good snap. Women also move away if I try to approach them, well I don't want to get beat by these big bearded men so I stay away. Then comes the best part – Sand dunes. I found them much before Sam! Some of these dunes are still active. Here the sand covers the road at many places. At first I'd slow down and cross with a lot of caution and little struggle then I got the trick. Man that was fun. Now I'm trying to head towards a place called Kechan where many migratory birds including cranes gather. It seems

I've migrated too early but this place will be full with 10000s in October. Great. And to my surprise theres also an old haveli here full of peacocks! As I head towards Pokhran there's a 100s of people walking along the road. Well it turns out all these people are walking to Ramdewra temple . Some of them walk from Gujrat and take 2 months! Actually I've been noticing big groups walking ever since I started from Jaipur but never gave attention till now. Close to Ramdewra I get pulled up and offered lungar(food)! Shri Ramdewra is believed to be reincarnation of Vishnu after Krishna and its more famous among tourists for its army of clay horses. I pass Pokaran (the nuclear test site) and catch NH15 that is a landing strip that extend for 110 kms till Jaisalmer. I've heard aircraft suspension make more noise than my bike. Wast open land starts and cross winds start blowing as the landing strips stretches on with less vehicles than inside an airport. All of us have wished for this sometime but I never knew I could have it better. Along this route I see few deer the size of big cats! Another temple up ahead is devoted to Shri Bhadriya, a saint who spent solitary confinement for many years and transformed a village into a modern town. It has a library devoted to all religions. Then I enter the beautiful city of Jaisalmer.
What a treat todays ride was! Jaisalmeer is so beautiful with Pattuan ki Haveli, Nathmalji ki Haveli, Royal Burrial Chattris & a Fort built from Jurassic stone that we will spend 2 days here and as a treat we've booked Narayan Niwas Palace.After Jaisalmer we will set out on a historical ride to Tanot with a small diversion of course. The place is called Mondha and along this route there are plenty of sand grouses (if you manage to spot them that is) and large lizards. From Mondha to Ramgarh the great tarmac (I can't mention that enough!) roads winds along a big canal. A small dip is welcome. This route is very green and her I saw a Neel gai, large deers and the queer little one too. What else must be hiding in those trees? Advise: fuel up at Jaisalmer because for next 330 kms there's no fuel available. Ramgarh has Asia's tallest TV tower that was built after the '71 war to broadcast into Pakistan. This tower is visible from 15kms and most probably even before if we step over the greenery. That I never tried. This route from Jaipur throws up so many unexpected surprises and treats I couldn't help smile like a child.
The best ones are yet to come though! At Ramgarh I stop at the BSH HQ to inquire about permission for our group to ride along border route. Once that is in place I hit Tanot. None of the shells that fell on Tanot mandir during '71 war exploded. This mandir is run by the BSF and all of them are devotees here. As luck would have it, army is conducting exercises along the road ahead and I must spend the night here, so I get to attend the satsang. Food is available if you inform early so that’s the first thing you should do. I spend a great night on the roof with 50 other devotees and leave my riding gear in the guard room.
Next morning I start of early to Longewala and here is the big surprise. Imagine huge sand dunes that have been stabilized, now imagine a road that moves up and down and around these. Well it’s the fun that can only be felt. There are no villages here but Sheppard who live in small hut settlements called Dhonis. Since there is no water here they have built many small clay containers so that their flock can drink while grazing. Longewala is the famous battle site where a group of 300 men defeated an entire battalion. There's a memorial here erected to honor those braves. This is the only place where you can click pics. After an interrogation and prove my identity at the check post I ride on this border route. The plan is to ride this entire border route and reach Sam through a shortcut and interesting route. More interrogation at Ghotaru and Asu Tar check post.Imp: If you have a GPS, turn it off and put it in your bag before Tanot. Don't forget to check in at BSF check posts at Tanot, Longewala, Ghotaru & Asu Tar and don't jump any check post. Also stopping along the route and taking photographs is restricted. Dhonis are very sensitive about their women and privacy.After that I thought I was back well in India till a few kms ahead some villagers standing in the middle of the road stopped me and caught my bike! “What happened?”, Villagers “we got a call from check post behind to stop you”, “Ha Ha get serious”, Villagers: “We are serious, get off your bike and speak to him over phone!” They way they held on to my bike I guess they were serious so I got off, then one of them went out to get the inspector as network stopped when I wanted to speak! Fishy! Oh well, so I was offered tea and we started chatting. As the inspector arrived I understood that seeing the way I was armored up in riding gear and going “very” fast he thought I rode across the border and jumped all those dunes into India!! After some more interrogation I was let off.From here starts the shortcut to Sam. The moving sand dunes actually start much before Sam on this route with some big sand crossings on road! Even Jeeps don't ply here, only camel carts. Well I've come to far and spent too much fuel to change the plan now. I've got just about enough fuel to make it via the shortcut (or so I think because I don't really know the distance or how this route will end up)! The plan is to stick to the road and “fly” over all the sand dunes while keeping millage speed of 60kph. It worked, I reached Sam. Now these are called sand dunes! Here we camp at this amazing location overlooking the dunes. Here we also organize camel rides over those dunes followed by a gala dinner with cultural dances, singers and music around bonfire.Next stop – Akal Fosil Park – where ancient trees have turned rock hard. From here I take another village road via Sankra to Shaitrawa. This route is full of villages, Dhonis, sheep, goats, cows & camels. Here a villager waved his stick at me; I guess it's because of my great looks. Welcome back to earth. This is also a shortcut to Jodhpur which turned out to be better than I expected according to my map. After Shaitrawa here's a small surprise as I catch a brand new 4 lane highway thats lit up up like Diwali lights with my headlight. From here on there are Chilli fields till Jodhpur. What an amazing city. I ride into the heart and find a 250 yr old guest house right at the base of the fort. These streets are small and can barely accomodate2 bikes. This place is a maze with 100s of small streets and it will be very easy to get lost. Thank god for my GPS, at least I can follow my bread-crumb trail. This is a very old part of Jodhpur. In the morning I visit the Fort and Chatris that is compared to Taj.Next day starts with the beautiful Umid palace where the Highnesses still live. Today I'm off to Mt Abu but I want to go via Sardarsamand. Avoiding the highway, this is a nice back to earth ride till I take a right about 30kms and here on I see Chikaras & Black Bucks. As I reach Sardarsamand theres a great palace rising above the trees. Well I never expected that, so let’s check it out. The watch man is a bit reluctant to let me in because the Highnesses are also here, but as I inquire the palace also has a restaurant and he lets me in. And what a treat this is, I can write endlessly about it. The palace is tall and beautiful. From here I can see far. Theres a lake at its base and large forest lands. There are trophy heads from hunts and stuffed tigers displayed all over. This palace is very tastefully & lavishly done up and I've never seen a palace from inside like this before. Maybe thats because it still houses the Highness family. I'm not sure how to address them. Here I have the most delicious mutton kheema with bhakre ki roti. This is called dining with kings! (Though there aren't any sitting with me – there are probably busy somewhere).After more country roads till Sirohi (I'm still mesmerized by the Palace experience) I catch the Ahmadabad expressway till Abu road and ride the ghats. Mt Abu is going to be bursting (literally) with people from Gujrat & Rajasthan during Diwali and that should be a sight during Tour of Rajasthan. For that Diwali weekend Hotel rates are up 4 times and even then its completely booked! As luck would have it, still managed to book a heritage resort in the center of attractions. Here I hear there is a route direct to Sirohi but only a broken trekking trail. Our bikes have ridden through trails before so this should be fun. I find the trail soon enough at sunset point and realize that it's actually cemented – great. But it's got some steps in between and my bike might not clear it. Back at sunset point peanuts wala tell me that some local boys have tried it though they had to carry the bike over some steps. I'm going to do this route but not this time and not alone. It will be fun like hell. I'll come back.As I ride down Mt Abu it’s a bit disappointing that the ghats are over, then I never knew what lay in store. As I test my bikes top speed on the expressway to Udipur, I can't help notice the hill ranges extending far out - wow. What a view. Then something else takes my notice – there are huts along the road side like the Dhonis, but the entire village is on the road – WOW! Men are playing cards on the divider, children are playing on the road and learning to cycle, the women are there chatting, the dogs are there, cows, sheep, goats they are all there on expressway for many kms. I guess we are their reality TV! Slowly as the villagers dwindle away these hills turn to hills with Jungles. I stop at a place with a great view and admire. I didn't know then but it so happens that after Udaipur I'll come back here and ride into the same hills & jungles! At Udaipur there's an afternoon halt planned at the beautiful Lake palace. From there the plan is to go to Kumbalgarh. Not by the highway but through those hills. Somehow nobody can give me the right directions and I ride kms on kms trying to find the right route. I do happen to chance upon some monuments but I've seen better till now. By the time I finally figure out the right route its dark and the villagers stop me – there are panthers in the jungle. So I spend that night at a dhaba – sleeping with full riding gear close to my bike! It was well worth it – the route is a treat with single lane, no traffic ghats winding through these lush hills. I actually want more of it, so I try some routes going off and chance upon a a small fort and museum dedicate to Maharan Pratab and Cheetak. Legend has it (and our history books) that the rivers ran red with blood in battle and hence the name – Haldi Ghati. Then I try more routes; Himalayan Odyssey is a tough ride through the mountains, but these roads are so darn FUN, I haven't ridden such a route ever! Kumbalgarh has the second most important fort of Rajasthan, more than that it has Bedwal mehel that looks over these hills. There's a sanctuary where we can spot panthers and if we are very lucky we could spot them on road. They've never harmed a human till date but I can’t say them same for the live stock. Heading down Kumbalgarh I head of to the famous Ranakapur Jain temple and the route just keeps getting better! Note: if you are riding ghat roads, along a clear beautiful stream, through jungles and you see a rock that looks like our ancestor's skull – you're on the right track. After the Jain temple head straight towards the next line of hills in the distance. Don't get on the highway. Then starts the beautiful boulder hills! Films should be made here – but better leave it untouched. Here the route got even better and I saw lot of animals and creepy crawlers roaming around – it seems people hardly ever pass through. Don't forget to fill up fuel at Udaipur. My fuel level is running low again, but I don't mind getting stuck here. I catch the short highway to Ajmeer at Beawar and fuel up there. I had a great last two days. I'm coming back here sure as hell. We'll stay two nights at Ajmeer to attend Pushkar Mela. Ajmeer to Pushkar is 15kms over a hill and it will be great fun to ride that with the entire troupe.Next Day I head out to Sambhar lake via Parwatsar. Sambha lake is supposed to be a large dry salt lake and I'm really looking forward to it. I want to ride end to end of Sambhar but that proves to be very difficult, first I cross over lots of sand to start from one end then as I start off on the lake it turns out to be slushy. Well obviously because it was raining yesterday and there are salt farms here! There has to be a way though. So I get back on the road and try every path into the lake to find a possible start point. I found one and mark it on the GPS. Then I circumnavigate the lake by road (hated that - can’t even see the lake from the road!) and try to find a good exit point. That was tough – every time I'd ask a villager he'd give me that dumb look. I had to experiment and that did get me into a few tight spots! But thats that and I do find a possible exit point. Now time to fuel up – should have done that earlier! I guess it’s easy to get distracted when I'm having so much fun! So I head out towards Jaipur, fill up and time to connect the dots. Guess what? There is a mandir on a hillock inside the lake and a used path (more conservative though) leading up to it. Now why couldn't somebody tell me that! The thing about salt lakes is that it looks hard & dry but it’s very difficult to tell whats underneath. I've already learned the very hard way in Greater Rann. I manage to connect both the dots with the mandir in between. The lake is still a bit soft and tyre sinks a bit but this route everybody should be able to do plus it will dry by October. I attempt it again at full throttle and my confidence soars so I get more adventurous. Then I want more and I try to got more deeper into the lake … and then as I'm finishing my run … disaster strikes. The bike starts to sink in … the key is not to lose momentum, but it’s difficult to turn back in mud without loosing momentum. Anyway I turn long way round and as the bike slows I add two feet drive. The last hundred meters were very very tough with the bike packing up mud and my boots starting to weigh a ton. That wasn't enough either – 10meters short of dry spot we come to a full stop! The thing about this mud is that it's actually clay. Well this is a familiar situation with not a soul in sight, not even an insect, mosquito or fly in sight :). Well it isn't so bad, the bike has the power, if I can remove the clay. Because it's a dry salt lake there's not even a stick. Another thing about “dry” salt lakes is that whatever water pockets it has are concentrate acidic, they have a foul smell, emit fumes and burns on skin. I've seen blue and green before, this was dark purple and mirroring the sky! Another thing about dry salt lakes is that its a flat land that extends into the horizon and the sunset is amazing that I've only seen a couple of times. Back to my bike I painfully dig out all the clay from the tyres by hand. Theres more clay then my entire luggage just from one side of my rear tyre. Once the clay is out the bike runs those 10meters like a breeze. A watch the sunset as I wait for the clay on my hands to dry. It's a yellow sunset with a small sun that sets much over the horizon and a spectacle my camera fails to capture. Then I ride the last 80kms to Jaipur and mess up the hotel room :).What a treat this ride has been. Its just been so pure fun and exciting.

---KD

Operation Dr.Venky

Hello thumpers,

I was really excited and looking forward to the ride as a recruit of the club v40.I was impatiently waiting for the ride and when the day arrived that was it,after a good nights sleep ,i saddled up the bags on the bike and got buckled up with the riding gear.riding with the riding gear was a true bliss as this was the first time. i felt like an armoured knight ready to take on the roads.the day previous to the ride day[oct 30] we had met up at our usual spot 'wonderland ' for a briefing session by none other than our highly enthusiastic member Gautham.we had got our bike serviced and we were ready to ride.On 31 st october myself,maheshji and amar started off at 6.15 am from kilpauk and headed towards Saveetha college where we were to meet the other fellow riders.Gautham ,Prakash and a new recruit Roshan were eagerly waiting for us to kickstart the journey.Gautham and Prakash briefed us about the formation, the former was to lead the group and the latter was to sweep .We were informed that the ride master who has done Yelagiri ghats a dozen times will be joining us in Ranipet.He is none other than our dear friend and mentor Dominic.We kicked off from Saveetha college at 7.00 am .The roar of our bikes was reverberating into my ears which i experienced for the first time as we were cruising at 80- 90 kmph.We were a disciplined group on the road . The open highways were wonderful, constant throttling by all of us together made me feel we were from the army doing a parade.the synchronous riding by all of us was infact a magnifiient view.As we were closing Ranipet we stopped at the motel' red chilly' . we parked our bikes in a straight line which signifies we were there for each other.a gentleman even spoke to couple of riders and appreciated our effort.after the breakfast we were rearing to go ahead.we met Dominic in 15 mins. or so .Dominic took the lead .Unfortunately Prakash had a problem with his reliable standard. he could'nt go above 80 kmph but that did not deter him from riding.He had been to Himalayas and so this problem was by no means going to put him down so .Gautham became the sweep and Prakash became the ultimate sweep. hehehehe.The ride till the foothills was otherwise smooth except for 2 dogs which crossed the road in a jiffy without a warning sending chills down our spine.We stopped at the foothills and briefing by the members was enlightening. Never did i know how to take a hair pin bend correctly before joining this club.The view of the hills from down below , the riders and their machines was picturesque scene and worth mentioning.The hair pin bends were challenging but we bikers felt it was a piece of cake.Hats off to members though who zipped off in the ghats. Their professional riding skills impressed me.People on the way waved their hands at us, we felt we were on the top of the world .we regrouped at the hilltop and headed to ' La Auroville' our abode.we were welcomed by an eversmiling gentleman in the form of Mike.The bikers showed their skills at volleyball and cricket.the way we played was absolutely funny. cheering ,teasing , laughing and of course cheating was part of our show.By then we were tired and were served to a tasty and sumptious lunch.In the evening we were greeted by campfire and dinner.there was an interactive session, a Q & A session spearheaded by Dominic, a lot of dancing and needless to say arm wrestling competition which is famous amongst the bikers.We called it a day and went back to rooms with our heads in high spirits.The next day was even more beautiful and pleasant for the ride back.After breakfast we saddled up and left on a good note.the ride was a great one and we reached Dominics guest house in Ranipet.Bike restorer Shankar met us and showed us vintage bikes of yore . we were delighted to see BSA 's, sunbeam, matchless, jawas, lambrettas and our favourite RE STD 350 , made in England.We were happy to be riding a legend obtained from the British. The pick of the day was 750 cc Indian Scout which churns out raw american torque .I am sure you guys agree with it. Shankar gave us some tips about the maintenance of the bike which i am sure will be useful. We headed to punjabi dhaba for lunch following which we started on our way back to Chennai.We stopped at poonamallee bypass and gave each other a warm hug and parted ways.,I end this review on a happy note -

IT WAS BRILLIANT TO RIDE WITH LIKE MINDED PEOPLE UNDER THE BANNER WHICH BROUGHT US TOGETHER ' THE V 40' .I AM SURE V40 WILL ACHIEVE MANY MORE MILES IN THE FOLLOWING YEARS TO COMETHREE CHEERS TO CLUB V40 AND US THE 'V40 BROTHERS '

Thumping off,
Dr.Venkatesh

A 2666 Kms Ride .... What an ecstasy it was....!!!

It was around 7:00 on a calm Thursday evening (24-09-09 to be more specific), I was walking out of Barista holding two mugs of coffee in my hand, one for Gautham and another for me. Gautham, Dr. Venky and Prakash had come to our usual gathering spot in Besant Nagar to give KD and me a send-off for the ride. KD and I started from KD's place at around 9:00, all packed and geared up.

The ride begins...I was pretty new to long rides and most of all, this one was monstrous. Getting out of the city was the most difficult part. It was around 11:00 when we decided to stop for dinner at Vellore. Till then, it was a plain ride. We quickly finished out dinner and started in another 45min.

We thought of making it to Bangalore in the night so that we could ride with Mahek and his wife from there on. We were pretty-much doing 100-110 kmph speeds but trust me, overtaking KD's 500 was a hard job. At one point, KD was pretty-much ahead of me and all of a sudden, my Thunderbird switches off. There was all smoke fuming under my seat, I had no clue of what was happening. I pulled over to the left side of the road, luckily near a petrol bunk. By then, KD had come back searching for me. KD guessed some problem with the battery part and asked me to open the side case. As immediate as it could be, I unlock the side case and BOOOOM… battery burst right in my face. I can see nothing from one eye, my whole face started burning, it was one hell of a time. I quickly grabbed water from KD and washed my eye and Thank God! My eye was clear again. We pulled over my bike to a bright corner in the bunk. Fiddled with the battery and connections around to figure out that there has been a short-circuit on the wire connecting the negative terminal of the battery with the frame and the starter motor. One thing we surely understood was that my battery was super heated! KD, then had a plan, he opens his 500's battery box and we try to start my bike with his battery... Hurray! it works. We waited for an hour or so for my battery to cool down, quickly taped all the sort-circuited wires fixed my battery back and we were back on the road. "That was on hell of an incident!" I told myself.

It was around 4:00 am when we reached this wonderful place called "DSR Grand" in Krishnagiri. It was one amazing room that we got ourselves to put up for the night. It was super spacious/good/clean and a lot more worth than 500 Rs for the night. Meanwhile, KD asked Mahek and his wife to start their ride in the morning regard-less of we joining them. We did around 220 odd km the first day.

Day 2, Friday! I was little more exited than the first day. I was 10:00 in the morning, we geared up and started out ride again from Krishnagiri. We passed through Bangalore to catch up the NICE road to ride towards Tumkur. We grabbed some biscuits and puff for the break-fast when we were in the out-scirts of Bangalore. Roads were pretty great for a copula 100 odd km. On our way we stopped at a petrol bunk to top-up my battery acid as most of it got spilt the previous night. By 3-ish in the after noon we reached Chitradurga, spotted a good-looking hotel and stopped for lunch, spent an hour or so there. We were planning to reach Kholpur by night, and we had a huge distance to cover. After a little while the roads stated getting worse. Oops! I shouldn't call it worse, they were actually exiting to ride after a long stretch of highways. We went on and on, stopped in copula places in between to get us some tea and biscuits. We found some hotel to put-up for the night at around 20km from Kholapur at around 11 in the night. That was a pretty long day, we did around 800 odd km. Had dinner and a good night sleep.

Day 3, Saturday! The day of the event. Started at around 7-ish in the morning. Mahabaleshwar was around 180 km from Kholapur. It was all plain, good highways again. We reached Sitara in copula hours, from there it was little bit for village roads and then ghat roads. The village road was pretty exiting with soft curves. I was keeping very close with KD to be sure that I dont miss him. All at once, the ghat roads start. The first curve, KD takes it deep and brakes a little and I just realize that I was too close to brake as I might start skidding, took it little straight, went into the bushes on the side of the road and stopped. Oh... KD was already gone, I pulled myself back onto road and started. One thing I wanted to be sure about from then, I would for any case not go so close onto KD's bike. Curve over curve, my excitement started building up. There were no hairpin-bends as such but the deep curves were great. On the curves KD zooms on, and I take my cool time to see understand the curve and take it. I havent done much of ghat roads yet, I told myself.

At 11-ish we reached this place called Swiss Country, we go park our Enfields next to 35 odd Roadshaker Enfields. At once, all of them gather around us, not a single person I knew of, apart from KD and Sachin. In no time got myself introduced to fellow riders. We then went up the room alloted for us, dumped our luggage, freshened up and gathered up at the conference room. It was Roadshaker's 8th anniversary, thats a lot of riding time. Sachin briefed up the Club's achievements over the years and the plans for the upcoming year. It was then continued with Roadshakers presentation. Well, I was totally amazed looking the the number of rides they did...Oh man! I told myself that I would need to do a lot more rides with V40 to be on the same page with them. Next in the list was V40's presentation, it kinda seemed pretty small after theirs.

Presentation was followed by lunch, a pretty good one though. Most of were in semi-sleepy state, to swirl up, Roadshakers had planned few events. Fist in the line was "figure of eights", I shouldnt call it eight though, it was a double-eight in reality. Riders were split in teams, I was in Ram's team. One thing we messed, we picked up Thunderbird for the event. Only Sachin in our team was able to make it without putting his foot down through eight. Thank God! at least he made it, I put my leg down 4 times, but I had a brother, Ram managed to put his leg down 11 times. Next event was push an Enfield up the ramp, trust me, its firstly hard to push an Enfield for 20mts and that too up the ramp, super-hard! We tried our level best but there were teams faster than us :) Up next was slow race, two from each team would participate in the slow race and the first of the two's time would be taken into account. Some how we managed to make it first. Antony and Mishal joined us by then, I would say more of V40 presence there! Followed by a game in the swimming pool and party in the night.

Day 4, Sunday! We planned to start with the rest of the group, ride the ghat roads and start our way back from there. I quickly had my break-fast and roamed around the place a little bit to click some photos. By the time I was back, KD was awake. We quickly geared up and started with the rest of the group. The plan was to meet up at a view point on our way back to click some group photos. First of all, the view was spectacular! Second of all, sight of all 40 odd riders in the view point was amazing! Anthony, Mishak, KD and me greeted a bye to everyone ad started our way. Now, this was one incident I would desperately wanna talk about. We stated riding the ghat roads, KD was leading, me in between and Anthony sweeping. I was pretty much exited riding the ghat roads as there were fantastic. At one point, Anthony overtook me and a bus ahead of me. Well, I tried to overtake the bus for another copula curves, was a hard thing. The next scene I remember was me siting on the side wall of the ghat road and Anthony & Mishal standing in front of me asking me how I was feeling, was I hurt, did I sleep off and skid??? I had no clue to any of those questions. I literally had no memory of what happened. I wasnt hurt at all, a big thanks to the V40 Club for the riding gear rule, first time I appreciated a rule! I got up took a quick stroll to see if I was good enough to be walking. By then they had pulled my bike from the road and KD was on it fixing. I dont know for what happened, but I skid the a stretch of 6-8 mts across the road. I asked KD and Anthony how they came back to get me, they said they had past some distance, stopped by as I wasnt there behind them, and came back searching for me. Firstly, I thought I slept off while riding, but then that seemed stupid as I was pretty excited riding and there was no chance that I could sleep off. Next what struck me was a blank-out. Oh...that was one incident I would never forget in my life. My bike was pretty much in riding condition, thanks to KD again. I was sure that I was out of the shock but I was thing back-n-fourth on what had happened that made me fall. My RPM meter was totally screwed up, tank had 3 dents, handle bar little bent and thats it. We started riding again, took some time to reach Sitara. Stopped over there to fix up my loose chain, oil top up for both KD and Anthony and food for all of us. Started at around 3-ish in the afternoon. Plan was to reach Hubli by night, around 400 odd km. It was a nice ride, with little bit of rain in few places on the way, we all liked it though. Reached Hubli at around 11-ish found place to stay, had some food and one good night sleep. That was a big day! Thanked KD, Anthony and Mishal for all the help, I dint say it to them though.

Day 5, Monday! Anthony and Mishal were planning to go to Yana from there, so they started a little early 8-ish. I woke up early greeted a bye to them had my brake-fast went back to room to see KD still sleeping :) We started from Hubli around 9-ish. After a little stretch of highways from Hubli, the bad roads started, both of us were excited and we started kinda off-roading. KD's bag fell off the bike a copula times, we said never mind, packed the bag again and stated ripping off the road in most patches ;). That was just another fun part of the ride. Dominic, Gautham and Bharani were in Ooty (looks like they got so freeked out that they couldnt make it to the Mahabaleshwar ride ;) they did Yearkad and Ooty over the past copula days). So we kinda thought we could meet up at Bangalore and ride together. But then, we had a sudden change of plan. KD and me thought of by-passing Bangalore by taking the Kolar route just to get rid of the highways (you know too much of highways makes it boring). And that one proved to be one hell of a route. Super-big speed breakers, sudden ghat roads, ups and downs in the road made it pretty exciting ride, but it made both us and our bikes tired. We stopped at Kolar for lunch at around 4-ish fixed a few thing on my bike (my chain guard had come off) and started back again. We took the old chennai-bangalore highway, trust me it was in pathetic condition. At on point, it was getting dark and I was on reserve for quite some time, pretty tensed up I go and ask KD he replies back saying he is on reserve too. Wow! I thought. Fortunately we found a petrol bunk in some 8 km. We tanked up and started. The road made me pretty slow, KD was able to do good speeds but I was pretty exhausted. We took 3.5 hrs to cover 90 odd km. We reached a village near Vellore, stopped had some tea and found our way onto the highways back again. We couldnt meet up with the other guys at Ranipet as they too got stuck on some bad roads on their way back and got delayed. We waved each other bye near Madhya Kailash and I was home by 11:30 in the night. We did 800 odd km that day I was badly exhausted, had my food and went back to bed.

So, that was the story about my 2666km Ride. I enjoyed it a lot!

G A N E S H

V40 Recruits Paradise - Yelagiri

Experience of a Recruit!!!

Passion and Flair are the key words that one could associate with the Group - on the Ride and Otherwise too!

We started off, I and Goutham, sharp at 7 AM at Savitha Dental. I being new to long rides on groups, Goutham set the rules of the road and two of us to follow. Pretty crisp for the induction. I had my apprehensions on taking speeds while 'running in' the bike. However, Goutham's brand new Mac 500 - having done 600 odd gave me the confidence to do the speed on mine too. For a start, Goutham helped the warm up to restrict at 80. However slowly he teased me up to catch up with him and of course with periodic "breathing in" on the engine. Phew! I did my first 90. By the time confidence sets in - its breakfast time guys!

We had the usual V40 joint - Red Chilly to have the eggitarian (Gautham's) delight - the Mutta Dosai. After a 45 minute break started off on the road again.

The group would probably remember - on my first meeting I having asked the question on "Proper Riding Gear". Stupid on my part to have asked given the speeds!!! Would recommend freshers to probably google on "How important is a proper riding gear". Dom, appreciate the rule.

Well, the above intro on riding gears was important. I was on skating knee guard for the time being. And the thing was hurting me after couple of hours. Yelagiri was still 62 kms off, and the pain of the stretching velcro became unbearable. I zoomed up to Gautham for the break and to loosen up the knee guard. The second break was faster. However all breaks have an important aspect - "Dum Break!!!" Made good use of it and hit the road again. The next break was predicided at the foothills - for the next breifing session.

Here was my first "going off road" experience. We turned from the NH on to the Jolarpet road. There was a pretty nasty curve just about the foothills. We were at 80 or so. I could see Goutham banking the curve with ease. However, right at the curve, I could see the loose sand on the side of the road pretty late. Instinct advised me to get off road and not to do the curve. Not to worry - only a few passerby on the road - just curoiusly looking at me as to what was I trying!!!

Going up the ghats was completely a new experience on a bike for me. Banking the curve on a Hairpin was explained by GG (oops!!! the expansion comes in later - pls read on!!!) and followed by me. The next double "dumming break" was at the view point. Here is where we get to know Dom was running couple of hours late.

Mike Bernard's Le Auroville was the most hospitable place - the way he greeted the Bullet guys! While on the tea and getting settled down, Domnic joined us with his new possession - U-Mac (I rather leave the naming in ceremony to Dom himself). We could hear the thump far away on the road.

Yelagiri had the Paragliding festival on during the same time. After lunch, we headed on for it. Unfortunately, due to brief rain, they had shifted off that day's schedule to the next. Not to get disheartened - we decide to explore more of Yelagiri. Small country roads with muddy patch were there to welcome us.

Gautham's explanations skills and "gyans" on the session is where the GG aka Gyan Goutham comes in.

The Day 2 started off after the breakfast. This was the day with my induction to greater speeds - clocking in 100 at a few stretches. I am a firm believer of team work and of course the OBAMA chant "together we can"!!! I was sharing with the groups - if I were alone, I may not have done this speeds. Dom and GG also had their brief bouts of 120 or so to chase a few santros. All in all - we were watched by all the passerby and onlookers - obviously with an awe!

How amazing would it be if all us were to join and ride in a formation - it would be a spectacle!!!

On any surface - V40 is the best!!!


V40 Mahesh

V40 On TOP OF THE WORLD

KOLLI HILLS - Hair Pin Ride

20th - 21st June 2009


Dominic, Goutham and me reached Goutham’s house on Friday, 19th June 2009 at around 11 pm as per plan. After relishing a delightful south Indian vegetarian dinner, we chatted for a while and went to bed at 1.30 am. The plan was to start riding at 4 am the next morning. So it was an early rise for the three of us on Saturday, 20th June 2009 as the alarm started ringing at 3.30 am. Goutham’s bed and the A/C was too comforting for us that we didn’t feel like waking up but the very thought that we were riding to Kolli Hills made us jump out of the bed. We quickly freshened up, packed our bags, geared up and were all ready to leave. We left from Goutham’s house at 4.30 am and the actual ride started from Kathipara, Guindy at around 4.45 am. Dominic being the lead, Goutham the sweep and me in between, we opened up and our bikes roared on a deserted NH-4, cruising at a good speed of 100-110 Kpmh inspite of the fact that there were a million small insects hitting our helmet visors. We continued that way and took our first break at a restaurant a few kilometers before Vaniyambadi at around 6.15 am. We had a glass of juice and a couple of cigarettes and left soon from there. According to our plan our next stop was at Tirupathur for breakfast. Everything went on smoothly as per plan till we went off NH-46 and took a left on to SH-18, the road to Tirupathur. Just after we jumped a couple of speed breakers, Dom felt something was wrong with his bike. His bike’s air filter flange came out!!!!! We got it fixed for the moment and rode down slowly to Tirupathur to a mechanic shed to get it fixed.

Soon his bike was ready and we left from Tirupathur. We had breakfast on the way and after covering about 120-130 Kms, we stopped at a petrol bunk to tank up and also have tea. There was a bit of tension here because Dom lost his I-pod and after searching for around half an hour we found the I-pod fallen on the ground in the petrol bunk. Relieved, we started riding again and soon reached Salem-Namakkal road when Dom felt that his air filter was not properly fixed and may pop out any time. The hunt for a mechanic in Namakkal began and after a bit of offroading (the road was that bad) through some narrow lanes we managed to find a mechanic who fixed the air filter. We could see the hills from this place and wanted to get there as soon as possible. We had lunch and started riding towards the foot hills. The ride uphill on the narrow road on the ghats was enthralling. There were 70 bends totally and most of them were blind spots. I was just following Dom’s track and slowly felt even more confident and started enjoying it further.


We reached the top at around 5 pm and went to a place called Nallathambi Resort and checked in to our room. The weather was awesome and the cool breeze blowing across made it feel like heaven. We freshened up, changed and hit the bed. We woke up at 7.30 pm, had dinner and went back to sleep. It was a very hectic and tiring day.

We woke up at 9 am the next morning geared up and were all set to leave. We checked out of the room and started riding downhill. The ride downhill was equally amazing and thrilling as the ride uphill. We soon reached the foot hills and this time we decided to avoid Namakkal and take a shorter route through Rasipuram. We were doing good speeds on this stretch. Goutham was the lead and frightened by the noise of his bike a goat started running here and there as soon as his bike passed through and almost came onto the middle of the road. Myself and Dominic just managed to avoid the goat. Worst part is that all this happened when we were overtaking a bus. Phew!!! Was a narrow escape. We stopped for breakfast and hit the road again. Till now everything was fine. We rode down for some time and suddenly at around 1 pm something went BOOM in my bike and the engine stopped. We spent more than an hour trying to fix it but it was of no use.

The only option was to tow the bike to Tirupathur (almost 90 Kms away from that point) to a mechanic shed. Hats off to Dominic who towed my bike all the way upto Tirupathur, that too at a speed of 80-100 Kmph at certain stretches. Goutham inspite of having an injured leg helped Dominic in towing my bike. However it took us almost 2 hrs to reach Tirupathur. But to our disappointment even the mechanic at Tirupathur wasn’t able to figure out what was wrong with my bike. Now the only option was to take the bike to Ranipet, to Shankar mechanic’s place. It was very kind of Dom and Goutham to offer to tow my bike again till Ranipet but considering the fact that they would definitely be tired I thought putting the bike onto a vehicle would be a better option. So we loaded my bike on a Tata Ace and headed to Ranipet. Dom and Goutham sped away on their bikes and I was sitting in the Tata Ace going at 30-40 Kmph. After a long and bumpy journey that lasted for 2.5 hrs in the Tata Ace, I finally reached Ranipet. Dom and Goutham were already there long back and were waiting for me to arrive. It was dark and late in the evening, 7 pm to be exact when I reached Shankar mechanic’s shed.

Mr. Shankar sat down and started to figure out what might have gone wrong. He noticed that the inlet valve was not working. As he moved down and opened the case, we found out what the cause of breakdown was. The tappet which is in contact with the cam and is responsible for the timely opening and closing of the inlet valve had broken and it was due to manufacturing defect.

By that time Krishna and Sudeep came to Ranipet from Chennai. We left my bike at Ranipet and headed back to Chennai from Ranipet at 9 pm. I rode pillion with Sudeep. We stopped at a Dhaba for dinner and reached the outskirts of Chennai around 11.30 pm. By the time we reached home it was 12 in the mid night. On the whole it was a mixed bag of both good and bad incidents. Even the bad incidents were learning experiences for us. I got some hands on training and information on how the engine works its components etc. So, even the bad turned out to be good. I enjoyed every bit of the ride. Thanks V40!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cheers,
Anand

BIKER'S Night OUT 09th MAY 2009

WHEN THE CAT USES A FISH-EYE LENS..

DON'T PANIC

All work and no play makes Jack even dull, yes that's what we are not following .......The time had come again, and yes the bulls with the Riders ware ready yet again for a mission..... .that sees no end...This time it was more of a jungle beast with wild fire ...!not getting…., Bikers night out with all that one can think of ...except FANS over our head....lol. As of the plan the big guns fired on time and we could hear the cannons loud and loud enough to shake the onlookers. We were all together 13 riders and proudly sitting and riding in our bikes ...though the Journey took its sweet time every one made it for the ultimate mission.
One cannot separate the word punctuality from the legend non other than the owner Dom...He was there sharp 5.30pm in fact before 5.30pm in ode to start the ride as of the plan, but it happens when we go for a big mission we have to say a good and lovely bye to our loved ones(....... }that's where we get late, its understood !oh I was the one to reach among the first in ode but then I was the person who came at the last to the final destination i had my own excuses and I was may be saved because the gurus were high on the Amruts {ol, grass}lol... .and the bad part of it was I was carrying the coal to lit up the fire and i made every one to wait just because i was carrying the coal .....!That's really bad ......any ways we had all the expert gyans from Veka ,about how to light the charcoal...which never caught fire until Sidhu and KD with their expert R&D helped the charcoal catch fire for the mess to get hot and food to be cooked. There were some guest ...who were helping us to sing and dance together with tsic the guitar playing side .The chef were Gautam , KD, Siddhu , Ganesh and Sudeep...and they did a decent job to feed the entire gang. Yes not to forget the ever smiling (IISAC)with all the time in his phone and round the mess to grasp a bite of raw meet .BY the time the food was cooked properly he eat every thing and he was good for no food for the next two days. Once the bottles were opened and the music was heard loud we could suddenly hear some real thunder roars ,and it was non other that the legend Sachin ,along with Divya his friend. They also joined the party and we all started to hunt down on our food and fill our hungry stomach.
By the time every one finished their dinner it was either too early to get up or too late to sleep it was 2 in the mid night and Again the legends were taking their turn to give gyans to the beginners... This time it was Domnic the man who maintains his bull like a tank and moves it like a bullet...who was sleeping right under the coconut tree and talking to the other bikers and mean while sleeping suddenly .KD the man with ultimate machine....who rides and never stops, never gets tired(as long as he is riding)was the first in the camp to sleep ...slowly the entire place was as silent as a grave yard with some beautiful music of snoring....I guess the ghost were singing in the jungle...lol. .
By the time every one could sleep I was in my dream land and trying to sleep but there was a problem guess what the moment I was going to close my eyes I could see my self flying in the air like Alladin in his magical charpai .The mystery remains undisclosed due to some personal reasons, it was only Anand to my rescue who gave me a piece of lime to help me rest in peace.
Every one had a good food thanks to all the chefs and at last in the morning it was time for every one to pack up .Every one was ready but the problem was one of our rider K.D who was the first to go to bed was last to get up that to all after I went and personally waked him up.
We headed straight to mahabs to tank up our hungry stomach ….and after that KD, Anand, Ganesh, Iisac, and sudeep decided that it was not enough they seceded to go off road into the sands. As the experience and skill counts no doubt K.D was the lead and we all were very keen to follow his track .As soon as we saw K.D taking into the sand we all started to follow him but only to our demise that h was flying in the sand as if he was in the tar road but we all were stuck and trying to help our self pulling out our bike ,in one place I was socked to even dream of taking my bike in such a terrain. But we all slowly got it right and had good fun .Had some few problems but Always KD was there to help .At the end all wells that ends well ride was over and we had a wonderful time. Waiting for a next trip soon…

Ride Safe

Sudeep

YERKAUD Pilgrimage

Holla Buggers,

Yes you read the subject right. A Pilgrimage! And that too to Yercaud. Wondering how? Ill tell you all about it.

The traditional purpose of Lent is the preparation of the believer — through prayer, penitence, almsgiving and self-denial — for the annual commemoration during Holy Week of the Death and Resurrection of Jesus. Its a period of 40 Days (6 Sundays excluded) Jesus spent in the desert before the beginning of his public ministry, where he endured temptation by Satan.

So something more or less similar happened in our V40 Group. Three Saints, namely St. Chavan, St. Dominic & St. Soorya, presently in their humble realization of and regret for their misdeeds, led their flock last weekend to the mystical hills of Yercaud.

After a lot of commotion about who's riding and who's not and where to, (Thanks to Rev. KD), 7 of them embarked on a journey to Yercaud from Madras. As per the firm commitment to the left wing of the V40 Group (i.e. Guys from Blore, Me & Vinod), the rendezvous was supposed to happen at 9.30 in Krishnagiri.

A calm peaceful night. A pleasant morning. I was waiting next day just to recieve a message from Vinod that the poor soul cant make it. What the heck I thought. I rode down to Krishnagiri. Reaching the rendezvous point by 9, I ended up checking on a taurus and had a stumtuous breakfast. Then the wait began.

The knights from Madras rode out in style on Saturday the morning. Prior to the ride the Govt of Tamil Nadu had requested that the Bangalore Highway needed some lubrication. I dunno for what - I urge you guys to use your imagination. So St Dominic was called on to active duty. With oil spraying from his tappet casing the Road was polished to the mark. This being a tedious job, the knights rode down on a slower pace.

Around 1.30 St Chavan and the flock (Excluding Dom & Soorya) reached Krishnagiri. From there onwards the group (the Left & the right wing) rode toward Salem. Neat roads. Decent ride. The 22km climb to Yercaud that included 22 hairpin bends was a feast.

With the rooms booked and the luggage stashed, it was time to off-road in the ATV track. Our group needs better navigation. Getting lost may not be all fun, but this time around it was the best thing that happened. Awesome narrow roads. Beautiful curves. It was real fun.

Reaching the ATV track, the Enfield Employees were on their feet. A new ride plan for the company.

Except for the 4 who were ready to take the ATV track with the headlamps on, the rest decided to call it a day.

Hungree and Dirtee, Hotel was the destination. Since the Saints have Denounced the pleasures of Alcohol & Weed; except for St. Dominc turned Lucifer said " Cmon guys, lets have wine women mirth and Laughter; Sermons & Soda water the day after", it was just the four of us drinking.

Dom also proved to be a first class third rate botanist. He has mastered the art of grafting. His new found "PLANTANA", a Banana grafted with Plantains, gave a great insight into Amar's Child Formation theory. St. Chavan getting high on Appy Fiz it was a nice chat that didnt last too long.

Morning is the best time to ride. And if u believe that you should always ride on a full tank and full stomach, haul your big fat ass out of bed early so that you can have your fill.

A breakfast midway was not a bad idea. At Vaniyambady the left wing rode on to Blore while the right to Madras. In short it was a sweet weekend get away.

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RDX
(The Drum Addict)

Jolly Holi

The new rendezvous point was mind blowing, what with the salty breeze, the ambiance and the sumptuous food lighting up the senses and providing the right setting for our camaraderie. I would really like to congratulate the individuals for deciding on the locale.

As always, our chit chat was both enjoyable and thought provoking and I lapped it up as much as I could. To top it all was the unabashed splashing of color and love which made my day.

Can't wait to see you guys and gals next w'day.

Cheers,

Venky

V40: Finesse Biking

With our New MODERATOR () in place V40 has always been in action as group. When the existence of V40 had become a question in the minds of many, I felt its high time to claim what we have accomplished. Silence is golden. This time around it has been fatal. Too much of anything is good for nothing.

What better "YEXCUSE" for a "YESSCAPE to YELLAGIRI" than to welcome our new moderator to his chair? A small get together by the lake at the secluded hill tops. So a team of 5 bulls revved and roared from chennai under the watchful eyes of our revered UNCA. Was that all it? Just 5 bikes? Hell No. We had some folks riding from Coimbatore, one from Pollachi and one from Banaglore. 8 Bikes. 12 People.

As titled, V40 is all about finesse biking. So the elite bunch grouped at yellagiri on a blissful saturday afternoon. And the party began in real ernest.

I wouldnt say the ride was totally uneventful. Nice that our brother "KISS-NA" did a flying live demonstration to all others how not to ride. Especially when you see the toll bridge. Though the other riders couldnt witness the demonstration a lecture later in the hilltop made the point. With his bruised toe, his bike was stashed in Ambur and him taken to the medics. Nice genteel medics we have in towns here. With UNCA barking orders, the medics did finally budge. The battered toe was fixed and the ride continued.

Up on the hill, lodging was arranged at "HOT- LE -GIRI". The name was coined by mother nature herself with the help of her children the strong weather and harsh winds. Post lunch 2 of them lazy bums stayed in the lodging. The rest walked to the lake enjoying the pleasant afternoon. The evening became live with the camp fire dancing away to glory as them relaxed bunch of bikers resorted to the aid of rum and the fire to keep em warm.

The conversation slowly widened and humour was the only thing left. What the heck. Happiness was all that mattered. A beaming bunch of faces around the fire was a dellightful sight. After a nice dinner (DID WE EAT? I WAS STONED I DONT RECOLLECT A DARN THING) we headed to our rooms. Did we? Two of them went missing. Atleast thats what i thought! Two of them Football maniacs. Two of them die hard fans of Barcelona who had waited all year for that match between FCB and Real Madrid. The guys had enjoyed themselves the whole evening that they literally chuked the soccer match under the bed and went off to sleep. Why? They wanted to enjoy the ride back home.

Daybreak was cold and breezy. After a lazy cup of chai and a filling breakfast, we started back. Nice ride down the hill. We headed to Ambur for some shoe shopping. Some got lucky and some couldnt make up their mind. We rode back home safe and sound. A relaxed ride. A cool ride.

Yet another display of Finesse Biking by the V40's. Sooner we are to find another YESSCUSE for a YESSCAPE.

Kamaan the Yenjaayment Wonlee I Say>>>>

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Eashwar.R