7:15 a.m.
"Easy stretch, Shaunak. PULL!!" I heard Phani yell from somewhere behind me. I felt like chucking my bottle at his head. I was already doing 42 kmph.
"How much faster does the dude want to go?"
7:25 a.m.
My legs were on fire. I hated this ramp, hated the fact that I weigh 68 damned kilos, hated the GPS meekly showing my heart doing 180 bpm, and I especially hated the Velominati and their goddamned rule 5.
7:28 a.m.
"Oh, no, no, no, not AGAIN!!"
I watched glumly as Phani and Pavan slowly pulled away. My legs were empty.
I slowed down a tad and began my search.
7: 35 a.m.
"Picture abhi baki hai mere dost!" I cackled, neatly inserting myself into the slipstream of the huge, lumbering truck.
"Whoa! It's a lot faster than it looks!"
7:55 a.m.
"Fooooood!!!!"
I dug into the idlis with all the ferocity of a starving wolf. Getting dropped formed no part of my plan for the ride back from Nandi Upachar, with my guns seeming to have loaded up again while motorpacing that truck.
"If only I manage to stay on their wheels till that ramp..."
8:15 a.m.
"Yes!!!"
I punched the air as Phani eased up the pace a hundred meters from the toll plaza. I'd stuck to his rear wheel like a stubborn wad of chewing gum. Chortling, I accelerated to 35 kmph for my turn at the front. My legs were burning, but it was nothing I couldn't handle.
8:30 a.m.
I cursed under my breath as Phani signaled for cover on the Decathlon Anubhaba ramp.
This was a sprint if I had ever smelled one.
8:31 a.m.
"I want to slap him when he does that!" Pavan grumbled. Neither of us had responded to Phani shooting past us, cackling like a poltergeist, in an explosion of speed.
I roared with laughter as I swung into his draft.
"Give me another two months, and you'd want to slap me as well!"
8:50 a.m.
I whooped as I rolled to a halt at the base of the flyover at Hebbal. I'd stuck with the monsters all the way through, and the GPS showed an average speed of 35.7 kmph!
"Wait! Doesn't that make me a monster as well?"
From Pavan's grim assertion that he'll take no more shit from me and the thumps on the back from Phani, HELL YEAH!! :D
I'll ask the question again, what's the best thing about road biking? I had left it hanging last time without providing a solid opinion of my own. I had not known back then what gave ME the high. After the ride last Sunday, I think I know. :)
"Easy stretch, Shaunak. PULL!!" I heard Phani yell from somewhere behind me. I felt like chucking my bottle at his head. I was already doing 42 kmph.
"How much faster does the dude want to go?"
7:25 a.m.
My legs were on fire. I hated this ramp, hated the fact that I weigh 68 damned kilos, hated the GPS meekly showing my heart doing 180 bpm, and I especially hated the Velominati and their goddamned rule 5.
7:28 a.m.
"Oh, no, no, no, not AGAIN!!"
I watched glumly as Phani and Pavan slowly pulled away. My legs were empty.
I slowed down a tad and began my search.
7: 35 a.m.
"Picture abhi baki hai mere dost!" I cackled, neatly inserting myself into the slipstream of the huge, lumbering truck.
"Whoa! It's a lot faster than it looks!"
7:55 a.m.
"Fooooood!!!!"
I dug into the idlis with all the ferocity of a starving wolf. Getting dropped formed no part of my plan for the ride back from Nandi Upachar, with my guns seeming to have loaded up again while motorpacing that truck.
"If only I manage to stay on their wheels till that ramp..."
"Yes!!!"
I punched the air as Phani eased up the pace a hundred meters from the toll plaza. I'd stuck to his rear wheel like a stubborn wad of chewing gum. Chortling, I accelerated to 35 kmph for my turn at the front. My legs were burning, but it was nothing I couldn't handle.
8:30 a.m.
I cursed under my breath as Phani signaled for cover on the Decathlon Anubhaba ramp.
This was a sprint if I had ever smelled one.
8:31 a.m.
"I want to slap him when he does that!" Pavan grumbled. Neither of us had responded to Phani shooting past us, cackling like a poltergeist, in an explosion of speed.
I roared with laughter as I swung into his draft.
"Give me another two months, and you'd want to slap me as well!"
8:50 a.m.
I whooped as I rolled to a halt at the base of the flyover at Hebbal. I'd stuck with the monsters all the way through, and the GPS showed an average speed of 35.7 kmph!
"Wait! Doesn't that make me a monster as well?"
From Pavan's grim assertion that he'll take no more shit from me and the thumps on the back from Phani, HELL YEAH!! :D
I'll ask the question again, what's the best thing about road biking? I had left it hanging last time without providing a solid opinion of my own. I had not known back then what gave ME the high. After the ride last Sunday, I think I know. :)
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