It was one of those Sundays at the end of which, you wished it were a Saturday.
Six of us decided, I don’t know why, to take our bikes and go on a long road trip. And we decided to do it on a Sunday, with all of us having to work early on Monday morning. Yet, the enthusiasm of youth (or stupidity) made us go ahead with the plan. Out came the three mismatched bikes (a Bullet, a Yamaha and a Bajaj) and with a pillion rider each, we set forth on the path to serendipity.
I will write a longish post about the trip with photographs by tomorrow.
We did, however, witness something weird on our sojourn. No sooner had we left Bangalore, we started seeing a lot of bikes on the road with three people or more squeezed on them. I think the record was five – two adults and three kids on a scooter.
The trend continued all the way to Talkad, some 160 kilometers from Bangalore. On our way back, we saw a family of three clutching on to dear life on an aging bike that had seen better days. The funniest one was where we saw two fully-grown men on a bike, and behind them, a woman in a silk saree sitting sideways. The guy who was driving was almost sitting on the gas tank. Twice or thrice, they almost toppled over, and given the fact that it was slow-moving bumper-to-bumper traffic, the balancing act was that much harder.
I have never ridden in threes on any bike. Maybe because I’m huge, but I like to consider myself a very rational human being. I wouldn’t want to torture any bike with three people, where one of them is me.