Monday, August 29, 2005

The drag-race with a train

Lack of permission for longer trips meant Sunday morning blasts along the roads [that pass of as highways in India? Not anymore] that lead of Chennai [and its traffic, though better tham most Indian cities].
On Aug 28, I headed towards 'nowhere' on NH-5 for that relaxation that I sorely miss due to the lack of long-distance trips. The start was delayed by some early morning Sunday shopping for my mother. That meant the sun was ready to bathe me in its rays all through the ride [not a pleasant one that].
The NH5 is a part of the ambitious Golden Quadrilaeral project intended to uplift the infrastructure in the country along the lines of China. There were several new bridges being constructed that lead to this road. I must say this isn't a shoddy peice of work, if not for the lorries and trucks being stationed along the shoulders of this road. The entire stretch of road has 'dividers', 4 lanes and service lanes. I even remember seeing 100Kph speed limit in several sections [How many times have you seen this?].
While my odo turned to 100, I decided to turn at the next U-turn and head back home. I stopped for a break under a tree shade [a rare one on this highway] and took a bite of the bun I was carrying. I saw a train at a distance heading towards Chennai and recollected seeing a railway track running parallel to the NH5.
As I started on my ride, I caught up with the train running parallel to the road and decided to maintain a 'synchro' ride with it. The train and my bike were doing 60Kph[I m not a member of that club!], and I could see some passengers [kids, and kids at heart] waving at me. Then the train accelerated to 80kph, and I immediately followed suit and caught up with it. With one eye on the train and one eye on the road, riding was not exactly easy but very satisfying. This drag went on till 90kph and I was not giving up the race. I very much doubt whether anyone would have realised this 'race', but I did. Then as a matter of fact, with the train's handling as though 'on rails' went on to cross 100Kph while some unexpected traffic and diversion forced me to relinquish the lead to the train.
I guess the train with X000Bhp[not a bike group again] won over my humble 12Bhp friend, but not without a fight.

The rest of the way home was not even 10% exciting as that.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

The climb just got better

A diary of most of my bike rides, in approximate sequence.

Sub Title: The climb just got better
Approx distance: 300km
Companions: 'Senti' Dhamodharan
Target Destination: Valparai mist and the bridge on Mystic River
Highlights: Hitting the mountain mist and exploring the evergreen jungle
Pics taken: Yes
Route: Coimbatore- Pollachi- Valparai - Aliyar Dam- Pollachi- Coimbatore

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I had several ideas in my mind after a brief sojourn in Trivandrum and headed to Coimbatore to enjoy a long weekend. Having already pocketed my first salary, finance was no longer a priority but time and bike was. But on that fine weekend I had everything.

On a Saturday morning, I headed to L&T Coimbatore bypass for a speed run of my bike when I caught a glimpse of Nilgiris and was very anxious to relish the curves for lunch. I curtailed my speed run and headed home with a plan in mind. My mother did not accept Nilgiris as the destination but agreed to Valparai. I always had a liking for dense rain forest with ever green trees, but never rode to Valparai before. This was a blessing in disguise as I also found company in 'Senti' Dhamodharan. I also had the services of Nikon FM 10 camera and good photographic knowledge in my brain. Photography and Motorcycling is a deadly combination and has a tendency to induce many a human to roam free and find nirvana. They have a magic to recreate thoughts and facts with more accuracy than verbose trip logs like mine.

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An afternoon start from Coimbatore in warm weather is a first for my biking, as also is the heavy baggage for the overnight stay. Senti riding pillion was a very easy thing as he hardly weighed more than 50kg and thereby did not adversely affect the power-to-weight ratio of my bike. I hit the L&T bypass for the second time in a day to catch the Coimbatore-Pollachi highway. The 50km ride to Pollachi was very sunny and the crosswinds were very severe and I had to hold on tight to the handle and cover the road in a straight line, lest I should be staring at the under carriage of many an intercity bus that hurtle at demonic speeds while belting local rap songs. I felt this was to cajole the passengers into sleep and lessen their fright of speed.

A diversion on the highway to relay a piece of railway track meant that I needed to take a village road- full of potholes and mud. This also curved through some quaint little houses with children waving to all the vehicles passing through their house. They were very happy that all vehicles are paying them a visit. Infact, I could not believe that I had to take a passage through rice fields with absolutely no sign of a road. Infact the group of children at every road intersection served as the direction post as they waved at vehicles towards the route we need to take. We finally rejoined the highway, surpassing the railway crossing, but I will never forget this diversion I took.

We strolled into a hotel in Pollachi to calm ourselves with a cuppa tea and the time was about 3:30pm. We need to cover nearly 60 more km and through very steep climbs and beset with 40 hairpin bends. The weather was sunny till that point of time, but the threat of rains en route to Valparai could not be ruled out. We started from Pollachi heading towards Aliyar dam and Valparai through Indira Gandi Wildlife Sanctuary. We did not make a single stop till we reached the forest check post well past Aliyar Dam. Our experience in long distance biking helped us in planning the average speed to be maintained. After the routine questions at the check post, it was Valparai all the way without any scheduled stops.

The road surface may not be very smooth for high speed cornering, but offers ample views of the mountains and greenery. The route is beset with 40 hairpin bends and snakes through some small villages. There were several unnamed water falls caused due to heavy rains in the region. This is the highest rainfall region in South India, comparable to Cherrapunji. Anyone could trek to one of those zillion water falls and name it after their name, just like David Livingstone and Henry Stanley, but the only downside is that the waterfall or its name might not last long, as there is no exclusivity of either.

A hydro-electric power station is present in Kadambarai village. This is an epitome of Engineering as the water is brought to that place through tunnels dug through huge boulders and mountain. Some special permission from higher authority is required for visiting that place, but not very difficult for students representing some educational institutions. Much easier for Engg students of PSG Tech, the best in that part of the country. We did not have much time to pay a visit back to our Electrical Engineering days and headed straight towards Valparai.

It was after 20 hairpins, the forest gives way to tea plantations. I hate tea plantations as they are mere plantations, man-made and they erode the natural resources of the region even though it gives a secure future for the locals. Most tourists raise a 'Wow..!' on seeing tea plantations, but I see lost tracts of forests, vegetation, wild animals, medicinal herbs and nutrients of soil. We catch a glimpse of dark clouds appearing from the western side of the mountains- kerala state. We had light for about 1 hour, but we need to hurry to reach Valparai and escape the rains.

There were several temporary water channels running across the road and emanating a smell of pure earth- blissful after being used to air-conditioned environments. As we kept counting 25, 26, 27, the clouds were getting darker with every passing minute and my bike was puttering slowly up the climbs. This could be due to the two-up riding in the steep ghat road and leaner oxygen levels as we went past '1800m ASL' board. My bike was a silent spectator all through the journey as I treated my company with Senti more important than my bike. But my bike is just like me, happy to lend an ear to the ongoing activities while doing its own job.

The road re-entered into forest territory with huge green trees and sounds of birds chirping. The road runs near a water fall that seemed to be permanent from the name boards of adjoining locality, everything was named as 'Waterfall'- bus stop, hospital, tea shop, what not. I was very particular on not stopping for pictures near that place as it will affect our progress.

I came across a small timid dog-like creature on the road side grass. I realized that it was a small deer and there were several of them of the same species grazing peacefully. How many places on earth can such a sight take place? The light had faded in this place as a huge mountain covered the rays even when the time was about 5pm. We came across a fork in the road without any signboard and a wrong turn will mean several kms of wasted journey. Luckily our guess worked out correctly as we entered Valparai town 10km later. We confidently stopped for some pictures for the first time as we could spot some places of shelter in case of heavy rains too. I was very happy and had a look of satisfaction written on my face.

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We looked for accommodation in the nearby hotels and finally found one with my mother's help over phone. We quickly left the excess baggage in the hotel room and headed straight for some temples in the area. This is quaint little hill station without any tourist attraction like parks and boating facilities. This is essentially a nature lover's paradise. A few pictures and temples later, we returned back to our hotel and relaxed for a while. We later went out for dinner, some shopping and hanging out in the town, but the streets were deserted and people generally looked like early sleepers. I also parked my bike under a shade and generously tipped the watchman, enough for tea, but insufficient for booze. The plan was to go to Venkateshwara temple run by Parry Agro early next morning.
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An early morning bath left me cold and a drizzle outside made me feel sad, but we had our right of way as everything cleared up. The early morning mist helped us in several scintillating pictures. The entire route to temple was picturesque as it lies 25km away from the main road in one of the by lanes. There were not many people to give directions and a lost way meant getting really lost. A strange thing is that there are several check posts run by tea plantations. The people passing through these places must sign a register along with the vehicles number but need not pay any toll. But the people who man these booths did not know about directions either. Further, these plantations are situated right in the middle of prime leopard and elephant territory and I was wary of any movement in the background and all my photography stops were taken only after a thorough examination of the place. This may seem funny, but the mood will be different when you are the only hapless creature in a 10km radius exposed to all the elements in a bike with minimal self-protection and tree-climbing skills.
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The temple is a very divine place, located on hill where photography and private vehicles are not allowed. There is a rose garden and a children's play area. It is the exclusivity of the place that strikes the most. First of all, there was pin-drop silence, broken only by the chirp of a wild bird or the chant of mantra by the priest. The humid air early in the morning and the waft of freshness in the breeze were inviting for a pious prayer session. I could only imagine that the entire planet was as beautiful as this just a couple of centuries ago, before Homo sapiens proliferated and captured every nook and corner of the planet.

I wanted to explore a bridge on the route to the temple that we visited a couple of years earlier. We did not know the exact location of the bridge, but it could be instantly recognized with a gushing river beneath. It is made of steel bars with a tar topping and had an ancient look and attracted me a lot. We parked the bike near the bridge and walked to the gushing water. That was something I wanted to do the last time I crossed the bridge, but the raging monsoon rains forced me into my van then. But this day, I am the boss. I did whatever I wanted to do the last time I visited Valparai- Photography, biking, visiting the bridge, Venkateshwara temple and what not? We reluctantly walked back to our bike and started on a return journey back to home in Coimbatore, not before several photography stops and the exciting downhill bike ride.

We hit flat ground at 10:30am and ventured along the road that lead into Aliyar dam catchment area. We went to the edge of the water and decided to take a couple of pictures with the bike in water. We ran out of film to picturise some great shots and did some biking in the water. Only a video camera could have captured the scene in all its excitement as the water splashed on all sides as I rode on the lake. After realizing that all good things must come to an end, I scaled a huge rock on the water's edge and sunk myself into reflection on the journey and the next likely journey that I may take to that place-any place with all this kind of enjoyment.
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We covered the 75km ride back home with minimal stops and breaks. I dropped Senti in his room and hurried to develop the pictures I shot. I simply could not wait to see the pictures. I went home and had a lip-smacking biriyani and a siesta, with the little aches surfacing in my muscles and rendering me with a deep sleep.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

All for want of permission !

My plan for a biking holiday in the leeward side of the Western Ghats hangs on knife-edge as the required permission from 'Higher Authority' [read Mother] seems to be 'Rejected'. Can any of you give me a plan that can help me secure the necessary permits to head on my biking holiday?

Successful ideas will get a free ride on my bike or a great cuppa cold coffee for free*

* The overall cost must not be more than that of a litre of petrol, Chennai.

Got some company, finally !

A diary of most of my bike rides, in approximate sequence.

Sub Title: Got some company
Approx distance: 200km
Companions: 'Senti' Dhamodharan
Target Destination: Conoor, Kothagiri and Catherine Falls
Highlights: Time, Distance, Speed and Sunlight approximation.
Pics taken: yes, but only available on paper
Route: Coimbatore- Mettupalayam- Conoor- Kothagiri- Mettupalayam -Coimbatore

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A brief chat with 'Senti' Dhamodharan during one of the lab classes exposed each others passion for touring on motorbikes and we vowed to ride as much as possible during weekends.

I worked out a plan while riding on my way to college and gave some final touches to it 5 min before the start of the day's classes. That day, I had just the morning first hour alone, what a way to begin the weekend? I revved my bike out of the parking lot and to load the camera with film. The film made its first appearance only from this trip onwards. Also, some snacks and bottled water. In no time, my bike was eating up road faster than ever and targeting the Nilgiris.

A lunch break at Mettupalayam ensured that I caught up with my fellow biker on his riding skills and his previous experience of riding. We headed towards 'Black Thunder' theme park and started clicking photographs. I was happy that I could show-off to my 'lesser' friends who are unaware of the joys of motorcycle touring. I was making more stops for taking pictures than I expected. The beauty of the route was so magnificient and panaromic that my camera could hardly capture 10% of it.

I had someone with whom I could share mt thoughts on the pictursque locales and the ride. This was a pleasant departure from singing to myself or basking in the silence during the rides. My whim is to videograph myself during the ride and add a background voice to it, like 'Lonely Planet' or BBC Documentaries.

We reached Conoor later than expected, courtesy the innumerable photography stops en route. We crossed the Nilgiri Mountain Railway track and towards Sims Park. We spent quality time chatting about the ride and the ones which we could potentially take in the future. Later, we did repent for wasting time by chatting and not make the best use of the sun and light for better things.

We took the Conoor to Kothagiri connecting road as we felt that heading through the same route would be boring. This road had lot of potholes and irregularities for about 5km. We could hardly manage 30kmph. But after a small town with a football field, the road had a hair-pin bend. The road that opened up for us was very smooth and fine, with hardly any traffic. The descent was also very gradual that we could literally rip the bike and enjoy the smooth curves that it offered. We even took a picture of myself lying on the road and bike standing guard. The road was so clean that one could eat out of it. This piece of road proves that 'As the going gets rough, the rough gets going'. I would rate this road in my all time top #10 beautiful roads.

We entered Kothagiri town with almost no sign of tourist traffic or hotels. This is more of a tea-market town than a tourist destination like Ooty or even Conoor. A gentleman gave directions to 'Catherine Falls' which he said is 'really very good'. We headed in the direction only to find a very narrow road- Wide enough for two bikes to cross each other. The road meandered through a little village and then through some lush green tea plantations. There were no walls on the side to protect the road users, so high-speed biking is a strict no no. The road has a mix of ascents and descents that leads to the falls. The steepness is very high, infact I had to hold my brakes tight to descend in many places. Also, first gear 6000rpm only helped me in some climbs. We finally reached the dead-end of the road, and we could ride no more. There was no sign of water falls and a gardener directed us into a tea-plantation. The route lead us to some water gushing sound, and we headed to the source of the sound.

A concrete shelter designed like a pagoda welcomed us to the highest point on the route and threw at us a scintillating scenery. About 200m away from us a majestic falls cascades down the slopes of Nilgiris onto the plateau below. It falls from so high into the base of the mountain that we could not see where the water ends up. The height of the falls would be approximately 600m, before the water hits the bottom most of it gets evaporated and becomes mist. Unfortunately, the falls in present on the opposite hill from where we were standing and could not get to the water without doing a superman or spiderman job, but the view in the setting sun was pleasant and captivating.

We then headed to Kodanad View point based on directions by another gentleman. But,realised that it is located far away than expected and the setting sun did not motivate me either. I took a U-turn and headed towards Mettupalayam [Nilgiris- Base]. I almost forgot that highways become demonaic when the sun goes down and hence mentally adjusted myself to cover the maximum distance before the light fades. A chilling breeze forced me into my jacket and I headed downhill taking the curves and corners with precision, aided by traffic-free roads. The road does not have walls protecting the outer periphery of the road and hence utmost caution has to be followed while negotiating curves and bankings.

We finally touched the plains by 6:30pm and had nearly 50km to cover. The roads comprised of several irregularities and poor embankments and hence the maximum speed possible on a bike is 60kmph. There was no divider and hence the four-wheeler traffic showed scanty road discipline and had high-beam during most of the route. I had seere problems in tackling the menace of light beams and narrow uneven road. I had to take the left end of the road for most part of the ride back home.

Fortunately, I reached home safely after dropping my friend in his home.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Straightening hairpins

A diary of most of my bike rides, in approximate sequence.

Sub Title: Straightening hairpins
Approx distance: 170km
Companions: none
Target Destination: Aliyar dam and hairpins on Valparai Ghat road.
Highlights: Pushing the limits of mountain riding
Pics taken: no
Route: Coimbatore- Pollachi- Aliyar Dam- Valparai road

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Just one night after the Conoor ride, I was bored again. As the time approached noon, the thought of the earlier day's ride forced me to don the helmet and swing a leg over the saddle.This time in the direction opposite to Nilgiris- the Anamalai.

My bike dismissed 50km ride to Pollachi in one clear motion inspite of the mid-day sun. A strong wind was the only dampener as my bike kept swaying from side to side. I took the bull by its horns and subdued it. A tea break later, I headed through the densely forested Indira Gandhi Wildlife Sanctuary. I didn't spot anything 'wild', everything was natural and nothing was out of place in such a serene environment- dense evergreen trees, shrubs, mountains in the back drop, water puddles, fresh air, sound of tweeting birds, In short pleasure for the eyes, ears, nose and skin [nothing for the tongue though].

I rode past Aliyar dam and to the manned forest checkpost. The guards opened the checkpost with not a word exchanged. Probably, they could not mistake a helmeted, jacketed and gloved biker for a poacher. That was more like a grand prix GO light. In no time, I was climbing higher and higher through steep mountain ghat road. A board warned me 'No petrol station till Valparai -30km', but I need not worry with a 18litre petrol tank good for 1000km pit-stopless cruise, if not for a better seat comfort and shock absorber.

I took the first of the hairpins at 60kmph and came out a happy rider. My bike had astonishing levels of grip in the dry, far from the days of Ind Suzuki AX100, that I could literally bend down and touch the ground and carry on without even ruffling my hair. Then I moved on from strength to strength as I used the high-revving power delivery of my Pulsar150 to the maximum as I accelerated in the short straights to hit the next hairpin with a good entry speed and try to maintain an equally high exit speed [remember, I am on an uphill climb]. This way I counted upto 13.

I stopped for a break to enjoy the high-risen view from one of the hairpins. The view comprises of the lake created by Aliyar Dam and the surrounding water channels that feed and drain from the dam. I also caught a glimpse of a very unique road sign board that said 'Boulder drop zone- Watch your head'. I instantly ran for my helmet and kissed it and wore it like a knight and kept on my ascent 14, 15...

I could not stop imagining the downhill speeds and thrills I can manage and decided to turn back. It was pure road-scratching by a bike and rider combo which cannot be told apart. For, the 16 hairpins on a downhill ride produced some excellent cornering manoevers on the brink of ecstacy and disaster. With every count down, I exited with a smile on my face. The bike screamed feedback to the rider, who acknowledged by pushing it further. All that was achieved without any fuss or wrong inputs, just gentle and smooth handiwork of the throttle and brakes working in symphony.

When I reached ground zero, I looked back at the mountains and patted my bike on the tank and said 'Let's do it again'. Then headed home with a non-stop 80km ride.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

My touring style acquires new wings

A diary of most of my bike rides, in approximate sequence.

Sub title: My touring style acquires new wings
Approx distance: 160km
Target destination: Aliyar dam somewhere on Valparai highway.
Companions: None
Highlights: My first ride braving the elements and out in the open.
Pictures Taken: No
Route: Coimbatore- Pollachi- AliyarDam

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My bike got a royal crown in its body colour and was christened as the Bike-King and it was time to foray into its home territory to ascertain its dominance and mellow other fakes. A semester exam could not stop my flauting of a new touring windscreen, that is to prevent drizzles and breeze getting to the rider.

For nearly 2 years I had been dreaming about hitting Aliyar dam during a rainy season and enjoy the scenery soaked in water and mist. But I dont like the idea of getting fully wet in the rain with water penetrating into every area considered impregnable. Early morning start was the best way to start a ride, preceeded by some workouts and coffee. I studied the gathering of the storm clouds and was upset over the rains due. But decided to go ahead with the trip.
As I filled up petrol, a couple of rain drops landed on my visor. I headed out to the highway only to notice the rains stop. But the dense grey rain clouds beautifully masked the early moring sun rays and lent a pleasant climate for me to enjoy. Infact, I considered turning back as the clouds threatened me, but I cruised on.
A break-fast at Pollachi fueled more desire to complete my ride's mission. The road to Valparai snaked through Indira Gandi Wildlife Sanctuary. The mist offered only limited vision on a narrow road. It only added to my adventure. Perhaps, I may not find enough words in my lifetime to descibe the locale. The smell of wet mud and water droplets from the trees kept me going. Suddenly, I spotted a gigantic capsized boat lying near the road shoulders. This only confirmed the vicinity of the dam. I could see 'Aliyar' written in some unknown font sized 10, in metres. It was written on the grassy slopes of the dam using flowering plants. I could hear the roar of water rushing out of the dam's gigantic steel gates onto the open fields nearby.

I parked my bike and entered the dam complex- I was their first visitor for the day. I could see the majestic dam walls higher than what I expected. I ran towards the innumerable steps that led to top of the dam. I felt breathless as the never ending stairs kept increasing in steepness. But I could not stop for a rest, as my curiosity would have killed me. Instead I slowed down my pace till I hit the top step. Then something unfurled in front of me.
The view will go down as one of the memorable panoramas of my biking adventure. I could see the lake stretch to eternity, only to be bounded by sky-high mountains. I had to turn myself 90 degrees on either side to capture the view, it was so stretched. The lake had several lines of water caused due to circular boats called coracles. The village folk on the opposite bank use these to cross the lake each day to the bus stop near the dam. A round trip on the periphery of the lake would be about 20km. It only stirred up my imagination to own a boat and lazily cruise in the water. I took a deep breathe to acclimatize myself to the suroundings filled with nature's best scents. For a brief instance, the morning sun made a brief appearance through the mountains and lightened up the lake area like a photographer's flash. But I owned no camera and could only store the images in my mind's eye. I sat on the dam wall facing the mountains and lake and started to meditate. All the pains of travel relieved in one moment of bliss.
A quick glance at my watch, only forced me to head towards my bike and home. The ride through the National Park was pictursque as the roads passes through some dense vegetation and plantations. A tea break on the way recharged lost concentration and refreshed me to carry out a non-stop ride to home, books and exams.

25000 clicks under my belt


A very important milestone of my biking adventures happened during a commute to work. My odo changed from 24xxx to 25xxx. It must be a personal milestone to be celebrated with a night out followed by a party. But I celebrated in true biker's sense. I got my serviced and pampered with some replacements that will make life a lot more smoother for my bike. It looks shining new, if not for a Honda Activa shoulder-rubbing incident.

The acceleration has improved, so does the throttle response. A new accelerator cable has made it very smooth for my right wrist with a perceptible loss of feedback.

A long ride is very essential to celebrate this little milestone and I can already think of mountains, mist, lakes, rivers and tarmac to be part of the celebration party.

Monday, August 01, 2005

Entering the reserved forests of Siruvani.

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After a jungle adventure, under the belt.
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After a stretch on the highway, heading out to the woods, B-roads and water.

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Relaxing on poolside....

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Ready to conquer new territory.



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A ride in the clouds...!


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