The state machinery is used only to rescue tourists. Nobody care for locals in the Himalayan valleys. I remember my bullet ride on the Dehradoon- Rishikesh sector. That was a 350 cc bullet hired from Gurukripa workshop. I was joining the Trip group during a week end spell from Delhi. We were all strangers one another. I preferred nobody on the pillion. For me it takes more love to share the saddle than it does to share the bed. I always wish to have the saddle of my impulses only.Doiwala was a stop point. The warmth in the attitude of the natives made us so motivated for endurance. I remember one mechanic who depends on the knock shots of the bullet and a pint of dark rum to sleep into the night. We had a few hours with him as the trip was interrupted by rain. He was a garhwala and familiar with trip men of various types. He said there are two types of people in this world, people who ride motorcycles and people who wish they could ride motorcycles... He was so rich with stories about Kali kambiliwala babaji and the miracles at Guchu paani
Posted on: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 08:38:56 +0000
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