Now, this particular trip had a lot of emotions going with it and I believe you need to understand those before I proceed with the trip in particular, so that you dont look like my dad and Mona when I told them that I was going to ride my bike on the beach!! WHAT!!!!
First, I would have been leaving India for Singapore on the 4th of March for higher studies as well as work. Second, I would have been selling my bike because I would hate to see it waste away without me. And third because I love riding a bike. I didn't buy a bike to commute, but to enjoy the experience.....
So once you have understood this, I can safely go ahead with describing the whole trip to you. It had been planned for a long time no doubt, with me taking leave from office a good three weeks early. But dampners have to come along. Originally the trip was planned for the 19th, 20th and 21st of February, but it finally had to be cut down to the 20th and 21st of Feb due to Pinak, who had an exam at IISWBM on the 22nd. Plus the HR people of my office called me up to say that if I took the leave I would actually lose out on 4 days' salary as I had run out of leave and there was a miscalculation when I had asked about the number of days of leave I had left in the first place.
But this wasnt going to stop me... What was more important was to tell someone I loved a sad but memorable farewell. So there we were, 2 guys, 2 bikes(The Hunk and the Pulsar 200) and the open road ahead of us... ah!! Stuff what dreams are made up of!
We started off at 6am on the 20th of February, amidst fears of rain and bad weather and the hovering warnings of Mona and my dad that it isnt good to go in this weather. That was the voice of reason. But reason be damned.. emotions mattered more. We hit NH6 within an hour and were soon cruising at 70-80 kmph on the empty asphalt in front of us.... ah the sweet sound of the engine.. Rev up!!! At around 7.45am we reached our first pit stop.. Azad Hind Dhaba at Uluberia. What followed was a sumptuous breakfast comprising of Nan Roti and Chicken Bharta, followed up by some great tea!!! Just awesome!!
By 8.30am we started off again and then followed a whrilwind ride straight down to Mandarmani. No stops, no breaks.. just speed... and some rain!!! But it was nothing that we couldnt handle and we reached Mandarmani at 11am. And what a sight!! High tide... the sea had swallowed the beach completely. But we pushed on in high tide to reach the doorstep of Hotel Mainak where the not so good thing happened. Water had entered the silencer of Pinak's Black Hawk and it then refused to start. What followed was a trying time trying to get the bike started again. We finally got it going and we rode up the steep entrance of the hotel. Then after some lunch and some lyadh, we hit the beach with our machines again and to our pleasure, the weather Gods seemed to welcome this idea by letting the sun peek out of the clouds for sometime and allow us the opportunity to do justice to our trip. So began the photo-session of the bikes and boy did we take a lot of pics or what!!! The pics (according to a friend) have also made me look hot for the first time in my life!!!! Well, I clearly disagree, because the truth is that I always look hot!!!
Anyway, fooling around aside, the bike, the beach and the roaring sea.. nothing gets better than this. If you havent tried it.... try it!!! The evening was spent looking through the photographs and doing those edits... well, the photos just had to be put up on FB the next day...!!! Next morning we were up by 6 again and decided to get our machines washed and cleaned.. what more with all the salt water in the wheels. So while the bikes were being washed, we tried to get some early morning shots there. But the weather was just too bad, with us coming back almost empty handed when it comes to the camera. But again we were greeted by a rude shock. The Black Hawk wasnt starting again. Water must have got into the silencer while it was being washed.... that's the Pulsar for ya!!! :P
Ah... but then, after a lot of pushing, the bike finally did start and we decided to not let it stop anymore. So 9.30am it was and we began our journey back. We rode straight to Kolaghat, where we had a superb feast at Sher-e-Punjab dhaba. Tandoori Chicken, Mutton Kasa, Butter Nan and Kheer.... woo hoo!!!
But when we did leave Kolaghat, we encounterd some heavy rain along NH6. So there we went, gingerly through the rain, braving the weather to make our way back home. We reached Joka at 2.30pm. By then, we had done 400kms and had a hell of a ride. Yes we had aching arses... but we acheived so much more!!! The feeling cant be described. And to answer Mona and my dad... Dont think too much. Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained!!!