After almost four months of contemplation, research, plain old search, and a small bout with Malaria, I, on the ninth day of October 2008, brought my first wheels ever.
Now let me get it straight, I have had wheels, my three-wheeler as a kid, my BSA champ, which took me places during the years of uncertainty between being a baby and a teen and of course my BSA mach and Hercules MTB which saw me through my crazy high-school days, before I switched to the less physically demanding motorised version of two-wheelers.
My scooter - LML Vespa, and then my Bullet Machismo. But all of em, brought by my dad's money. That makes this one special. My first wheels. I brought it, big deal right.
Change of plans though...
I didn't buy a Firefox as planned. I went for an LA-Sovereign (Wave) and by God she is sexy. My first trip was memorable too. From Saidapet to my office at Nandanam. A short trip, but I decided to get myself lost in the lanes near Saidapet, simply exploring. Did that for an hour till it was time to get to my office.
Finally I felt freedom for the first time in Chennai. The freedom to move, to explore, to see what this city is all about, a city struggling between different identities, or is it just a myth.
I plan to get lost here.... Let's see what comes out of it...
Friday, October 10, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Why this road!
Doing my bit for the environment? My decision to buy a bicycle to carry me around town would be a noble act if that was the case. But it ain't.
Although, in the process, the environmental activist in me will have his share of the glory, my move has much more selfish motives - to improve my physical condition, from pathetic to at least a situation where I can jog away from danger, if not run. I am definitely out of shape at this point in time.
The other hope being that my new companion, will wake up the free spirit that would send me in search of the off-beat roads that this part of the world can offer. Kind of an adventure...
But why now...
The scene dates back to a month, in Coimbatore, where I was covering a karting event for my newspaper and the thought struck me right when everyone else around were slowly letting their minds run wild.
It was the post-race party and with a healthy doze of Carbon chain-compounds in me, and excited by the Ukrainian girls at the floor, I was shaking my injured leg, desperate to show that I have what it takes to endure the pressures of partying.
But seriously I didn't. The moves were there but my body was not following my heart and will. After a couple minutes of jig I would rest, panting like a dog. I turned to my buddy Sandip and said: "Definitely out of shape man, definitely".
Well, coming back to Chennai, I really couldn't make any changes to the active yet aerobically static lifestyle I was following. The only exercise I have here is the anaerobic activity of lifting weights. The weight of a glass of fizz-filled drink of sailors to be exact. Not good right.
Now that I have made up my mind about pedalling my way to physical and spiritual enlightenment, let's see what unfolds in this new journey. The wait is now for my new baby, a Firefox six-speeder. But it will take a couple of weeks for the wheels to roll it seems...
Although, in the process, the environmental activist in me will have his share of the glory, my move has much more selfish motives - to improve my physical condition, from pathetic to at least a situation where I can jog away from danger, if not run. I am definitely out of shape at this point in time.
The other hope being that my new companion, will wake up the free spirit that would send me in search of the off-beat roads that this part of the world can offer. Kind of an adventure...
But why now...
The scene dates back to a month, in Coimbatore, where I was covering a karting event for my newspaper and the thought struck me right when everyone else around were slowly letting their minds run wild.
It was the post-race party and with a healthy doze of Carbon chain-compounds in me, and excited by the Ukrainian girls at the floor, I was shaking my injured leg, desperate to show that I have what it takes to endure the pressures of partying.
But seriously I didn't. The moves were there but my body was not following my heart and will. After a couple minutes of jig I would rest, panting like a dog. I turned to my buddy Sandip and said: "Definitely out of shape man, definitely".
Well, coming back to Chennai, I really couldn't make any changes to the active yet aerobically static lifestyle I was following. The only exercise I have here is the anaerobic activity of lifting weights. The weight of a glass of fizz-filled drink of sailors to be exact. Not good right.
Now that I have made up my mind about pedalling my way to physical and spiritual enlightenment, let's see what unfolds in this new journey. The wait is now for my new baby, a Firefox six-speeder. But it will take a couple of weeks for the wheels to roll it seems...
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