21 January 2018

First long ride …

The weather was gorgeous. Perfect day to you out as a group and enjoy some long rides in rural Georgia. I also learnt that I am terrible without a GPS 🙂

Thanks Ramesh, Magesh and Tanvir for coming out for a great time. You helped me gain some self confidence. We missed our veteran rider Avijit today.

18 December 2017

20 days and 200 miles later…

Most important thing first – I still have all limbs intact. Touch wood! Hope this does not jinx it.

I have been taking the bike out almost everyday. The most I have done is about 25 miles in a day. The bike, by the way, has duly been named “Phoenix” by the two daughters. For the record, that conjures up images of “Phoenix Rising”, ergo, falling before – that I did not want to deal with – but I was overruled 2:1. Sharmila, unhelpfully, abstained from voting.

My overwhelming feeling when on this bike is that of fear. People – the ones who bike – will tell you how much you will enjoy a bike ride. Once you get over the fear, that is. I have not crossed that line. These things are heavy. Have too much power. And I have never ridden a bike before. They do not exactly mix to exude confidence from the get go. Every turn scares the bejesus out of me and any car behind me is an unnecessary addition to that fear factor. That fear keeps me focused though. Unfortunately, it also make me keep a vice like grip on the handle – you would have to pry open my fingers with a wrench or something.

There is something to be said about that focus thing though. When the roads are relatively empty – meaning no car breathing down my neck from behind – and the road is straight or even better with mild turns – the brain gets single mindedly focused on the road. It is almost like a meditation. Magesh – one of the friends who had egged me on to ride bikes – had once told me about this. The mind is absolutely in the NOW thinking of nothing but being aware of the surroundings. I think once I learn how to get onto highways or very long rides, this will kick in even stronger.

The best part? I had guessed that the best part in every ride would be to finish it and park it in the garage and get the sense that I have overcome a little bit more of the fear. Actually, so far the best moments have turned out to be something very different and arguably, very mundane. The other friend who got me into riding – Avijit – had once sat me down and explained to me a few customs and rules among riders when on the road. One of that was a “motorcycle salute”.

I did not know at that time but apparently when a rider passes another rider, you “salute” by extending your left arm and pointing it to the ground. Why the ground? I had argued – being an engineer – that upwards signal could mean a right turn (if you remember how you signaled with your arm in a car – before all those blinkers – you will probably realize what I was talking about). Avijit had given an explanation that is more based on motorcycling truths. Apparently, one of the purpose is to remind every rider to “respect the road”. So you point to the road. Undoubtedly, road is what you are negotiating with – every inch, every second.

Coming back to the topic, till date, I have had three motor cycle salutes. The first one caught me by surprise. I was desperately trying to do the math when to slow down while approaching a STOP sign and a rider went past me and extended his arm! That was an absolutely thrilling moment. The next two times, I was more prepared. I “saluted” back too! I have asked myself why do I remember that part of my rides the most.

I think it is because it conveys a sense of belonging. Regardless of all the fear of falling down, there is somebody on the other side who is signaling “You are part of our group”. You are not alone in this journey. That is an incredible feeling of solidarity that can give you a temporary high.

27 November 2017

Some day I am going to listen to reason…

Most other days I will try to defy it. In September, when I started my time off, for the social work bucket, I had selected hospice work this time. Sooner than later, I found myself working at three hospices. For the family bucket, they opted for travel. So, we went to Aruba and we have a trip to Indonesia, Thailand and India coming up for all four of us in less than month. And many more to come…

For the third bucket – personal skillsets – I picked motorcycling. After stand up comedies, running marathons, mixology, having an active blog site, this time, I picked motorcycling from the bucket list. Neither Sharmila nor I can remember how and when did motorcycling get into my bucket list. The last time I rode a two wheeler – on a consistent basis anyways – was in 1985 in Durgapur. That was a 148 cc Vijay Deluxe (see picture).

I had tried a couple of friends’ motorbikes in the past. Scared the bejesus out of me. They are heavy and have way too much power. When I pressure tested this idea last August and September, almost to the person everybody warned me about how unsafe it could be. That did nothing to boost my confidence. Might have made me a little more determined but incredibly scared, nonetheless.

While I may not know how and when it got into my bucket list, I do know how it made it to the top of my list this time though. One fine day in August I had convinced myself that I owe it to myself to ride motorbikes for a few years just to conquer my own deep seated fear. That led to safety classes in September and a license soon after.

Then followed some weeks of laziness (perhaps the realization that I will have to face my fear had something to do with it). After I saw my dad in October, on the flight back, I realized that life is too short. Yes, it might be made shorter by a motorbike, but at least I will not have to die thinking I ran away from something.

Quite a few days of intense searching (and I mean QUITE A FEW number of days) and multiple trips to various dealers, I finally found the one bike that I wanted (a 695 cc Honda CTX 700D). Except that I could not find it anywhere in my state. I had to cross state boundaries and buy one in Tennessee. Of course, the one thing I need to bring it back home – motorbiking skillsets – is exactly what I lack 🙂 So, now I am in the process of figuring out how to get it home!!

Before I start the long road to conquering my fears… I owe some shoutouts:

Dhananjay for giving me some incredible tips and more importantly confidence when I went to Pune in August to discuss this.
Magesh for always encouraging me to motorbike ever since he moved from California to Atlanta.
Avijit for being a great friend, philosopher and guide as I navigated everything motorcycle in my mind in the last couple of months.
And most of all Sharmila – who was not very sure at first but in the end she became the one egging me on to get started on my goal. She even went to each and every dealer with me to help me choose a bike.

Now for the hardest part.
Riding.
Riding safely, that is.