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The winter in Bangalore was surely coming to a close. The days were getting hotter and the nights so much warmer. Sweaters and blankets, washed, packed and put into storage for the next winter. Bangalore winters are special, not unbearably freezing like the North but just the right amount of chill to make it truly enjoyable. Clear blue skies during the day with mild degrees and nippy nights just right to get cozy. Misty, foggy mornings to wake up to and all flights are delayed again; welcome to Bangalore! Yes, those 3 months (Nov, Dec & Jan) is definitely the best quarter of the year. Inevitably, the circle must go on, hellos and goodbyes, that’s life.
The fog! I’ve always loved the fog; I love the air of mystery and intrigue it carries. Apart from harried business travelers fretting over missed meetings and irritating traffic logjams there is a totally romantic side to this “smoky” phenomenon, call me an eternal romantic but the ultimate fog is on the moors of England and the Victorian streets with their cobbled sidewalks where horse drawn carriages went clikety clack and mysterious men in long coats and top hats cast eerie, distorted shadows through the ever present fog. There’s mystery and adventure at every turn. OK Sherlock, enough romanticizing, this is a new age biker’s forum, remember? Adie hard romantic, that’s me.
OK, so the winter must go where she must and we just have to thank her for those glorious months gone by. We ( wifey & I) have what you could call a war room, boardroom or “throw your thoughts around” room which actually is our urban rooftop. It’s where we chill out in the winters and where we thrash out our ride plans mostly. Whatever the topic, a ride plan mostly comes up. I guess we all need an island to retreat to.
Coming up... The Ride & Chilling on the Hills
The fog! I’ve always loved the fog; I love the air of mystery and intrigue it carries. Apart from harried business travelers fretting over missed meetings and irritating traffic logjams there is a totally romantic side to this “smoky” phenomenon, call me an eternal romantic but the ultimate fog is on the moors of England and the Victorian streets with their cobbled sidewalks where horse drawn carriages went clikety clack and mysterious men in long coats and top hats cast eerie, distorted shadows through the ever present fog. There’s mystery and adventure at every turn. OK Sherlock, enough romanticizing, this is a new age biker’s forum, remember? Adie hard romantic, that’s me.
OK, so the winter must go where she must and we just have to thank her for those glorious months gone by. We ( wifey & I) have what you could call a war room, boardroom or “throw your thoughts around” room which actually is our urban rooftop. It’s where we chill out in the winters and where we thrash out our ride plans mostly. Whatever the topic, a ride plan mostly comes up. I guess we all need an island to retreat to.
Coming up... The Ride & Chilling on the Hills
. Respect!! Waiting for more pictures and updates from you sir.
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. Another awesome trip by you comes to an end, hoping to see another tlog pretty soon 
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