Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Rider Mania 2009

We all had our bullets and we all had taken time out. Bullet fever was running high and it was time for Rider Mania 2009.



It did not matter that we were not able to book in time; It did not matter that we did not get accomodation in Ooty; It did not matter that we would not get the official paraphanelia; All that mattered was that we were prepared for Rider Mania and we were going!

So, after an entire fortnight of anticipation which included a frantic last minute nutta bolta tightening session, we were ready to take off!

The plan was for 6 bikers on 3 bikes to leave at 5 am from Bangalore.

Umair backed out one day before the trip citing personal reasons and Zaid couldn’t make it as Ameen had fallen seriously ill.

On the D Day, I got a call from Abrar at 4.00 am saying that he along with Mueen and Aamir will be at my place at 4.45 sharp. I got washed and dressed in a hurry fearing I’m gonna be late and delay the group. Expecting them to start buzzing me, I ran down to the parking lot and warmed up Burraqh only to switch it off again. Had to fuel up and since Mueen and Abrar had already done so the previous night and I did not want to stop for fuel as soon as we started, I pulled out fuel from the TB and filled up Burraqh. It was past 5 am now and since I figured I had a few minutes on my hand, I got to polishing Burraqh. Gave up in anticipation and exasperation after 5 minutes and switched to Raad. 5.15 am and still no sign of anyone. Completed polishing both bikes and decided to fasten my backpack to the carrier. Having done that, checked the engine oil, checked the brakes, checked the tires and the chain, washed my hands and contemplated going for chai. At 5.30 am with patience wearing thin, I call up Abrar and ask him where he is. Pat comes the reply – in the bathroom Sait! I said WHAT! I’ve been waiting since 4.45 for you guys and he says “Yeah, I know, Mueen hasn’t arrived yet!”

Finally at 5.45 am amid loud honking, all 3 of them arrive on Mueen’s Electra 5s and Abrar’s 500 Std. 2 minutes wait for the Azan to finish and we’re off!

First stop, Masjid – e – Rayyan for Fajr and off again only to stop at Kamath Lokaruchi for Breakfast.



It was pretty cold that morning with a light mist and us fighting to stop shivering.
What could be better than piping hot vadas and idlis wrapped in leaves!!!



After a long and leisurely breakfast, we decided to ride on until past Mandya for a pit stop.



It was somewhere near Mandya that Mueen remembered (thank God) that we had not picked up spare engine oil. I passed Mandya and had to stop as Aamir’s bag fell off the carrier. Parked by the side, fastened the bag and checked my cell phone – 3 missed calls and 1 sms from Mueen saying we were supposed to stop in Mandya, what happened? Well, it was good to stop there as the arrived and promptly ran off to the petrol bunk to relieve themselves.

An invigorating ride later, which included a photo session and a stop to drink Glucon D,



we were passing Bandipur reception area. Within no time, we were at Kakkanalla. Now before we crossed the State border, it was only fitting that we take a few pics and so we did!




Now that the time had come to cross the threshold, we took off and just across the border, I slowed down to pay the fee at the check post. Mueen and Abrar thought I wanted them to go ahead and they overtook me. Before I could say stop, the check post guards had waved them on and I followed. We later came to know that RTMC had taken care of all the tolls etc. and bullet riders rode the hills that weekend free of all bureaucratic hurdles. So, we're in Mudulalai now and what is Mudumalai famous for? Yes! Elephants!



We decided to stop in Masinagudi for tea but the road was asking to be ridden and we only stopped at the temple which is at a junction close to the resort. 1 phone call for directions and 2 minutes later, we were shaking hands with Suresh an old friend who had made our stay pleasant at Glen View resorts the last time I was there.



Check-in took a few minutes more and we were ready to crash. The tents were looking nicer than we had imagined and the setting was even better. We had an entire tree house built on 2 levels all to ourselves. The 4 large tents could have easily accommodated 8 people and the 4 of us reveled in the luxury of 1 tent each. There was only 1 thought on all four of our minds – sleep!




One look at the time (1.30 pm) and we were running to freshen up and be on our way to Ooty.



We left at about 2 pm and were in Ooty by 3. Before leaving, Aamir wanted to know where we’re gonna have lunch. I wanted to take them to Abad Chicken Restaurant owned by Misbah’s Uncle and I told him about it. Gosh, I shouldn’t have! The entire way to Ooty, I only kept hearing Aadaab from Aamir and kept saying Walekum Aadaab which only partly puzzled him as he did not realize he was mis-pronouncing the name of the restaurant.

After a scrumptious meal of chicken soup, chili chicken, tandoori chicken and chicken biryani, it was time to check out the Rider Mania 2009 scene. With several stops to ask for directions we reached Sterling Elk Hill only to be told that the event was being held at Sterling Fern Hill. Elk hill was only for the accommodation. When we finally reached, Fern hill, I was mesmerized by the parking lot!



Bullets, bullets every where! In every shape, size and color you can think of!



The guys wanted to watch the slow race with the lemon in the spoon but I could have gone home savoring the time I spent with so many different kinds of bullets.



Bullets of every hue and shade! Phew!



It so happened that we had not figured on staying so long and dusk brought along with it a chilling cold! Bangalore city dwellers without sweaters or jackets in the Ooty cold is something I don’t even want to think about! We scooted from there back to town whereupon a discussion ensued whether we should go to Coonoor now or come back the next day. We did not want to miss the midnight safari which we had planned earlier nor did we want to miss dinner at Bear Mountain which we were paying for. And so the decision was made to hightail it back to Masinagudi. It was well past 9 and I’m not really sure what we did that evening or how we spent that much time but we needed fortification before we hit the ghats. So after a double shot of espresso, we were off down Kalahatti Ghat at 9.50 pm. I don’t recall doing this even in a car! This particular Ghat is notorious for its steep nature, sharp curves and wild animals. This was the place where Veerappan evaded the authorities for decades! 11 pm and we were sitting in the dining area of Bear Mountain enjoying a tasty dinner. Barbecue was over but the fare provided was pretty good. Decision time again – do we hit the sack or call Senthil for the safari?



Excitement won over sleep and Senthil was called. Half past 12 saw us on our way to the forest to see the wildlife in their habitat. I must confess the safari turned out to be a damp squib since all we got to see was a lone bison who seemed oblivious to our presence. This being the first night safari for Abrar and Aamir, wasn’t so bad for them though! It was around 2.30 am by the time we came back and the ride had given Mueen an upset tummy. Alhamdulillah, he was fine a few minutes later and before long, all the animals around were scared off by our snores. Now would be a good time to talk about the cold which woke me up a couple of times that night and I’m sure it did the others too. I’ve been to Ooty before and never have I experience something like the weather this time. It makes one think that it’s never warm there. It’s cold, colder or coldest! It was so cold, I was feeling cold with 2 blankets on. It’s so cold, the cows don’t give milk, they give ice-cream!

Wow! With that cold, cold night behind us and fortified with some good breakfast, we were ready to hit the slopes again ;)



The ride up Kalahatti that morning, in the crisp mountain air was extra special.



We decide to take only two bikes this time as 2 guys on each bike was better than 2 on 1 bike and 1 each on the other 2. Did some long awaited leather jacket shopping, had chai and chocolate cake at Irani’s (which by the way Abrar has become addicted to; I wonder if they add something in them cakes) and got ready to leave for Coonoor.



This is again a mystery to me, where the afternoon went and we landed in Coonoor late evening.



After some coffee at Aamir’s aunt’s place and a quick photo session later



we were on our way back to Ooty. With the roads all done up and being the ghat section, exhilarating is a small word to describe the rides between Ooty and Coonoor. Now the plan was to reach Masinagudi and leave for Mysore by 8 pm so we could stop over at Misbah’s place for tea. I’m beginning to strongly suspect there’s a time warp somewhere around Ooty cos by the time we left Ooty, it was again 10 pm and we only reached Bear Mountain at 11 on Sunday night. Decision time again! Do we ride on through the jungle at that time of the night or do we stay over and ride on the next morning? And if we stay over to ride on the next morning, what time would we leave? 5 am was the proposed time which we knew was impossible. The earliest we would set out would be 7 am. Leaving at that time, we would hit traffic pretty soon which would delay our going. So off we went in the night through the jungle at 11.50 pm on Sunday night.



They say angels watch over teenagers and fools. I used to wonder if there was any difference between the two; I guess I got my answer that night – All fools are not necessarily teenagers!!!
I can only dream of such a trip cos I’m sure I will not get an opportunity to repeat this at least any time in the near future. Masinagudi forest check post wasn’t so much of a hassle. A few rupees discreetly handed to the guard and the barrier was up. Abrar was a different story though! He heard an oncoming Getz driver tell the guard that there’s a panther on the road and I started hearing echoes (in Abrar’s voice). All it took was for us to nod and ride off saying sure, we’ll see when we get there and not wanting to be left behind, he took off with us. We decided to ride single file with me leading, Mueen in the middle and Abrar bringing up the rear. A road hump dislodged the backpack at one point in time and Mueen jumped off to straighten it amid shouts from us to get back on. I cannot tell you enough how much I enjoyed that ride. Now every other ride will be compared to this experience but I hope only seldom discarded in its favor. Elephants aplenty is what we spotted and a Sambhar and of course the occasional hare. We weren’t lucky enough to spot any Bisons or unlucky enough to come across the panther which was supposedly on the road somewhere. An hour and a half of an amazing ride later, we were out of Bandipur and stopped for tea. It was 1.15 am now and we had stopped before Gundalpet where we had planned to stop for tea. To our luck, that hotel did not serve tea. After a drink of warm water, Mueen took the lead this time and we decided to ride the 72 kms to Mysore before stopping for tea. Poor guy, had to navigate ‘The most terrible stretch of road’ this side of the equator with us coolly tagging along. I kid you not, I wouldn’t wish that stretch of road on my worst enemy!

3.30 am saw us doing a photo sessions of the bikes with Mysore Palace in the backdrop.



I had hoped we would come across a chai wala there but I guess the last time was a one off occasion. We hadn’t had tea since we left Bear Mountain and ‘tea thirst’ was overtaking us. The next planned stop Maddur Coffee Day was too far away so I promised to find one asap and led the trio from there on. We stopped at 4.15 somewhere between Srirangapatna and Mandya for some lovely chai. I guess it tasted so good just cos we wanted it so badly. A quick cuppa and of course a loo breaka later we were on our way again. I must confess that although I had decided to stay round 70 Kmph on that road, I couldn’t help myself and saw speeds in excess of 110 Kmph that night. I only thank Allah for the sturdy, stable, (unshakable if you may) beast with me. It was 5.30 am by the time we reached Maddur Coffee day. Time for another loo break and time to call the folks yet again to apprise them of the latest ETA. I took the cautious route and said 7.30 am. We got our much deserved rest there and my much needed double shot of espresso. We left Maddur at 6 am with Mueen in the lead and rode decently between 60 and 80 until Kengeri. This is where Mueen and Abrar told me later that they started falling sleepy. So Mueen unzipped his jacket and let the cold air in to wake him up. Abrar speeded up to ask us to stop. I allowed Abrar to overtake me and saw him go tearing down the road to catch up with Mueen. Mueen who had just woken him up and got the Adrenelin going, saw this as an invitation to drag and took off. The last I saw was two specks in the distance and heard the rolling sound of thunder. Oh wait, was that my bike or theirs? 5 minutes later I caught up with them at a tea shack near the NICE road junction. Boy was it cold! Even the dogs were shivering like hell had frozen over! The tea gave us some warmth (we would like to think) and the sunrise took our breath away. Yet another installment of awesome at the climax of our already pretty awesome ride!

We all stopped at my place at 7.40 am and parted ways after exchanging bags and saying our good byes. I needed sleep, I need rest but most of all, I needed a nice long hot bath. I guess that did the trick. No sooner did my head touch the pillow, I was off in la la land and only woke up at 4.30 pm to go to work. I thought I had slept too much until Abrar smsd me at 6 saying he just woke up. An sms to Mueen went un responded until 7 pm when he informed me that he too had slept until around 6 pm. I needed another night’s sound sleep to finally shake my fatigue off but still haven’t been able to shake off the feeling of awe that the entire ride gave to me. I still spend a few minutes everyday just by myself having chai and thinking of my first real road trip across state borders……..

1 comment:

  1. Nice post mate

    you can see some of my bandipur mudumalai wildlife / bird pictures and bullet at http://www.wildlifesanctuaryindia.com/wildlife/
    Best regards
    Bala

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