Uncity means more time and leisure. And more time and leisure mean the ability to pursue personal fantasies – at least some of them. Our fantasies can be weird.
My fantasies often involve motorcycles. Each of us is wired differently and that is what makes us interesting. Motorcycling is wired into me. I have been a biker forever – have owned bikes through my twenties and thirties.
Too many motorcyclists are now the classic 40s mid-life crisis variety. The getting-old-fast or prove-my-manhood thing. But to me motorcycling is not about showing off a fancy set of wheels or making a lot of noise. Nor is it about being a part of some club.
Quite the opposite.
I just like being on two wheels. I want to ride alone, in a place where nobody sees me or my bike. On a quiet mountain road in a high altitude cold desert. When I kill the engine I want to hear my own breathing. I want freedom to stop when I want, camp where I like. Be by myself with just my words. I don’t want people to talk to.
Few places like that remain. One stands out in my list.
It calls. And I am heading there to heed that call while it still retains its pristine beauty. The hordes haven’t arrived there yet, but I fear they will.
My bike is a bit of an unknown. The Himalayan is new, and might spring some surprises yet. But the initial two weeks of owning it have inspired confidence. I have tried to mitigate the risk with spare parts and some training at Royal Enfield workshops (the RE crew has been awesome).
This trip will be about riding and writing. I want to make good time in the Robert M Pirsig way. In “Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance “ he famously says “We want to make good time, but for us now this is measured with emphasis on “good” rather than “time” and when you make that shift in emphasis the whole approach changes.”
So I hope to write. Another project I really look forward to is doing a photo series. In August 1994, driven as much by ignorance as foolishness, a set of 3 friends – including a 23 year old me- had done a much longer bike trip on 100 cc motorcycles. In that trip we rode through Spiti and then continued to Ladakh, and on through Kargil-Drass to Kashmir, to finish at Jammu.
I plan to click pictures of the 1994 spiti locales during this ride (E.g. the featured pic above). It will be fun to see how then and now compare. One sample of the change :
The KB and Himalayan are decades apart, and a small comparison is interesting :
|Engine capacity||100 CC, 2 stroke||411 CC, 4 stroke|
|Kerb Weight||120 Kg||182 Kg|
|Fuel Tank Capacity||8 Litres||15 Litres|
|Max Power||10.6 PS @ 7500 rpm||24.5 PS @ 6500 rpm|
|Max Torque||7.9 Nm @5000 rpm||32.0 Nm @ 4000 rpm|
|Wheelbase, ground clearance||1260 mm, 162 mm||1465mm, 220mm|
As you can imagine, I am looking forward to this ride.
Here is another interesting comparison.
|Feature||Chetan 1994||Chetan 2016|
|Physical appearance||Waist 32, weight 70, black haired. Hirsute.||Waist 32, weight 75, greying. More hirsute.|
|Relationship status||Single, in love||Married with kids, in love|
|Attitude||Optimistic||Optimistic despite jailtime.*|
|Future||Uncertain. Unsure what he will grow into.||Uncertain. Unsure what he will grow into.|
|Tags||Management Trainee, teetotaler, wacky||Author, biker, marathon runner, Public speaker, Consultant, bewda, wacky.|
|Motorcycle||First : KB 100||Fifth : Himalayan (others : KB 100, KB 125, Suzuki Intruder 800, Kawasaki Ninja 650)|
Off I go. Wish me luck.
*Jailtime : I had spent a month at Bokaro Jail and wrote a book about it. Learn more about it at http://www.amazon.in/Bad-Boys-Bokaro-Jail-executive/dp/0143421530?ie=UTF8&keywords=the%20bad%20boys%20of%20bokaro%20jail&qid=1465880716&ref_=sr_1_1&sr=8-1