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Chronicles Of A Lone Biker | The Big One | Bhutan 2017 | Dominar 400 Adventures
Have they restarted to distribute vehicular permits ..
Not really sure about now. The day reached for permits, I was informed that there has been a new rule the previous day denying permits to bikers as they feel bikers from India are not contributing anything to the economy. I did have my share of troubles while getting the permit and was feeling disrespectful while I was being asked silly questions about my profession, family, religion etc. 2 guys from Kerela on an All India Ride had to return back.
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so finally the travelogue is live on my blogspot. Please spend some time and take a look guys.
Chronicles Of A Lone Biker | The Big One | Bhutan 2017 | Dominar 400 Adventures
Day 13 | 03.07.2017 | Muzaffarpur, Bihar - Home, New Delhi | ~1150 km
The day broke very early, it was 3.30 when I woke up and by 4 I was all set to leave. However, last few days had been very streneous and what lay ahead was 1150km of arrow straight roads to home. Any normal human being in this situation would feel tired and sleepy, I was no different. There was no coffee in the room as I wanted to have one looking at the wonders it did last morning.
Anyway, zombie mode on and I was right by the bike by 4.15ish. Well, when I say I was right beside the bike, my clear intention is to divert your attention towards my ass which had been begging for some rest. "One last ride", I addressed to myself and sat on the bike. However, the entire push that was accumulated in the past few minutes went for a toss as the ass repelled the seat like a magnet (like poles, you see) and I cried a rather sarcastic "laugh". With the remaining guts and adrenalin, I literally fitted my ass on the saddle and begged to cooperate.
Travelling/touring has made me good as far as remembering the route is concerned. Meandering through the narrow streets while the town still being a couple of hours away to sunshine, I was on the highway. Brimmed up the tank and the day officially kicked off.
While I say I'm good at memorizing the routes, there are times that I get lost and this is exactly what happened to me as soon as the sunshine broke this morning. The first instance was when I mistakenly entered a city bustling with traffic consisting of school buses, office commuters and cattle alike. Took me almost 45 minutes to get on the highway. There was a slight discomfort about the route on which I was now as I was unsure if I was going right. Google maps increased the confusion. Upon asking a passerby, it was confirmed that it was the wrong way and I had come 12 kilometres closer to Muzaffarpur.
Urrrggghhh! A u turn and slow speeds ensured I was on the right path and soon a milestone stating the distance to Lucknow was spotted. Rest was a regular high speed dash to Lucknow. While I wanted to be certain that I want to take the same route via Dubagga, trusting google maps came out as a big mistake. It took me through the city and more than an hour was wasted in meandering through the lanes, bylanes, streets and roads of Lucknow.
Stopped for a water break and moved on to the expressway. The next 300 km were planned to be covered in 3 hours and 30 minutes considering high speed runs and few breaks. The first one came in at the resting point (to be recreational hub for the expressway). A short water and a loo break and I was off again. Rest was just a regular speed run till Agra but not before something massive. Read on to know more.
While the weather was just perfect, sun was preparing to go down the horizon, it was neither too hot, nor too cold, almost zilch traffic and just me and the machine. While soaked up into a perfect riding setting, something at a distance caught my eye. That being said, it was a massiv black cloud which immediately rendered me thinking of all the hard time that awaited me, just a few kilometres ahead!
I was still far away from home, maybe around 400km and reaching home by the day end was the only option. I continued. If you read my previous travelogues, you would know how bad rains and myself go hand in hand. While the black cloud was approaching quick, thanks to high speeds, I was left with two options, either I could wait for the rain to subside (hopefully), or I could just carry on, get wet and dry off on the move. The latter sounded a good idea and I carried on. And this was one of the worst rain spell that I ever saw!
While a healthy 90-100 was being maintained, I was drenched in a fraction of a second the visibility dropped drastically and there was no shelter leaving me with no other option than carrying on and pass this stretch as quickly as possible. The highway was getting waterlogged around the crests and dips due to highway landscaping making it a dangerous situation for a rider or a driver to enter a water puddle at high speeds, loose balance and crash. Happened to me a couple of times before the speeds were reduced. While I was saved, a couple of cars did meet their fate and crashed on the side walls and dividers.
The bad stretch was finally over and it was a huge relief! But not for long. Once again, it was a good decision to wear Dri Fit which I have been wearing since the past couple of days now...it dried off in a matter of few minutes. Every passing kilometre was getting me closer to Agra and eventually, home. I was excited. While the excitement was at its peak, hell broke loose once again and it started pouring like it did half an hour ago. Riding in similar conditions, It was finally Agra and home was just about 250km away. Should not take more than 4 hours including traffic time in Delhi.
Agra to Delhi was a usual high speed ride post refuelling. It was dark already as I hit Noida and finally entered Delhi. What I expected in terms of reverse cultural shock after entering India from Bhutan finally struck in Delhi. The traffic was maddening. Vehicles everywhere! It was really tough for me to get adjusted. But anyhow, its my country, my city and my culture, I took it with respect. Post the customary "celebratory vroom", I made my way home safe and sound having covered more than 6000 km in 13 days with 1150 km being done today and having visited a different country, experienced different cuisines and a totally different culture!
As I always say, this was one hell of a ride!
Vlog for the day:
The best things in life are realized on two wheels!
Crazy stuff. The roads were amazing. however, be very very careful if you travel on the Agra Lucknow Expressway during rains as there are a lot of crests and depressions on the road where water gets collected and if thatr water puddle is entered at high speeds, you may loose your control. Saw a couple of accidents that time just because of this.
The best things in life are realized on two wheels!
Day 13 | 03.07.2017 | Muzaffarpur, Bihar - Home, New Delhi | ~1150 km
Beautiful log!!!
Returning on boring highways after such an amazing trip and being on saddle the whole day with constant speed is the most difficult phase of any ride..
That is why i shipped by bike on a truck while doing my Bhutan trip.
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