Tuesday, December 09, 2014

When Will You Go?

Tomorrow. Next month. Next Year. After I finish my education. After I become sure I am making the right decision. After I save a respectable amount of money. After I get married. After my kids go to school. After my kids get married. After I overcome the high blood pressure. After I retire. Right after I manage to stand on my own today and pee in less than a minute.

Whoa whoa whoa, back up, there!

Procrastination is the world's favorite hobby. It is free, it is convenient, it is ridiculously easy. When it comes to travel, we come up with all sorts of funny excuses. A big part of the reason though, one which we don't like to reveal, is that most of us don't actually want to travel. We just want to want to travel.

We secretly crave the life of the tea seller in Paulo Coelho's Alchemist, dreaming of visiting Mecca but cringing from the idea of actually getting off his ass. We know that wanting to travel the world is a lot less expensive, lot easier, and a lot more romantic than traveling the world. And when most of the rest of the world has already bought into that secret, it is a lot easier to fall prey to the lure of whining about your unfulfilled dreams with fellow average Joes.

If you are a true traveler, you must realize that your reasons for not wanting to travel right now will still apply a year from now. Not just that, there will be even more terrifying demons to slay.

You say you have student loans? Just wait till you have to deal with mortgage.

You say you have commitments? Just wait till you get married.

You say you have no money? Just wait till you have children.

We worry about waiting till we are certain we are making the right choice. We worry about being mugged in unfamiliar locations. We worry about being stranded in a jungle with no coverage on your cellphone. We worry about something as silly as getting lost.

Guess what, you can get lost, stranded, or mugged just as easily in your home town. You can run out of money just as easily, sometimes more so, in your current life. You can make bad decisions in your life all the time regardless of where you are.

If you don't want to travel, you will always find a reason to not leave it all behind and get out on the road. Like the mythical Hydra, There will always be bills to pay, weddings to attend, bonds to maintain, and excuses to nurture. And just as you think you have cut one off, new ones will have already sprung to action in its place.

Tomorrows are nothing but a fickle mire of uncertainty. Tomorrows will always remain tantalizingly beyond the horizon. Until one day, like the ever-absent roll of toilet paper in public bathrooms, you run out of tomorrows just when you need them the most. You can never start traveling on a tomorrow; the day you get going is always a today. Unless you are Matthew McConaughey in a Tesseract constructed by 5-dimensional humans of the future; then you can get going on a tomorrow. But until then, rely on your supply of todays. They never run out.

There is never a perfect time to travel. The best thing about traveling, though, is it doesn't need one!

A Day in Bijapur

The first thing you notice while traveling from Maharashtra to Karnataka is that the buses are much less deadly in the latter. And the roads smoother. And the scenery nicer. And the fuel prices lower. But I digress.
I rolled into Bijapur around noon, and booked a room in Santosh lodge, opposite the bus station. The rooms are clean but cramped and there's no generator backup, but a room w/o TV is a good deal at 250 Rs/night (300 w/ TV).
In the evening I went out to see Ibrahim Roja and the surrounding monuments. Visited the Jod Gumbaz (twin domes) and the Taj bawdi on the way. The latter was a stinking mess of filth. To put it mildly. Once used as drinking water to all of Medieval Bijapur, the bawdi (well) is now filled with slimy, murky water and chocked with trash. The Jod gumbaz is much better maintained but is used more as a picnic spot thanks to its surrounding lawns.
The Ibrahim Roja ('Roja' means the tomb of a male Muslim) is befitting of the status afforded by the Archaeological Survey of India. It consists of the Roja on the left and a mosque on the right, surrounded by lawns. Situated outside Bijapur's city fortifications, the Roja was built by Ibrahim Adilshah as a would-be tomb for his then-living wife. Building a tomb for a living wife was considered a display of love back then but times have changed; do not try this at home. As fate would have it, Ibrahim passed away before his Begum and became the first occupant of the monument.

Ibrahim Roja

The Ibrahim Roja

The passage down memory lane...

On my way back I paid a visit to the Malik-e-Maidan (meaning 'master of the battlefield' and known in Maharashtra as 'Mulukh Maidan') cannon. 14 ft long and about 5 ft wide (it almost reaches my shoulder!), this 55-ton leviathan was originally used by the Bahmani army against the forces of Vijayanagara at the battle of Talikote. It was brought to Bijapur by 10 elephants and many oxen and men. Its mouth is engraved with a crocodile crushing an elephant in its jaws, representing the Shah's victory over the south Indian Hindu kings.
The fearsome Malik-e-Maidan

Saba-Dome Gigante!

Legs crying out for a breather and hunger starting to rear its head, I returned to my room after satisfying the latter with some jalebi and a plate of delicious roadside chicken.

Friday, November 07, 2014

Backpacking Journal Karnataka #1

Solapur is situated bang in the middle of the flat, featureless Deccan traps. It's hundreds of miles from a mountain range in any direction, and there is very little forest cover. The upshot of it is that it's very hot and very dry. Apart from drying laundry very quickly I couldn't think of any silver lining to that. The most interesting place in the city is the bus station, where rickety buses leave for the Hindu temples of Pandharpur and Tuljapur, and Bijapur.
Pandharpur is the destination of the famous 'Waari' tradition of Maharashtra. Thousands of devotees flock to Pandharpur in the Hindu month of Aashadh to seek the blessings of Vithoba, Maharashtra's interpretation of Lord Vishnu. The waari tradition was established and reinforced by the 17th-century saint-poets Tukaram and Eknath, and the annual march is still going strong 400 years later.
For history buffs, Tuljapur arguably holds an even greater allure. King Shivaji worshipped Tulja devoutly and had the temple rebuilt after it had been desecrated by the Bijapuri commander Afjal Khan.
Unless you are a devout disciple of Vithal or Tulja, give these temples a hearty miss. The Tuljapur temple in particular consists of a ridiculously long wait before you barely see the idol and are immediately rushed out by the temple's rude priests. I have been told there are certain communities in Karnataka that walk all the way across the border to Tuljapur, but I guarantee they don't take as much time doing that as I spent in the long queue at the temple.
The riverside temples of Pandharpur
Gods don't interest me, but I felt like bowing down before their long-suffering devotees, who happily wait in line to catch but a glimpse of their saviour. It is a necessity of the times that the line be kept moving at all costs, but it's despiriting to see the rush for just one glimpse of a god described by saint-poets as the one who greets his devotees with a heartfelt embrace.
Beggars are a much more frequent sight in both temples than the idols themselves. It is another oddity of the human mind that we need more entreatment to feed the living beggars than to offer food to the lifeless idol. We would rather wait in line for an hour to catch one glimpse of an idol than spare a penny for the needy and we would rather pay 10 Rs to have our shoes kept safe in a cloakroom than to buy some much-needed food for a helpless beggar.
The next day I took a bus to Bijapur. Karnataka had a lot to live up to.
दोन मिनिटात । परब्रह्मभेट ।
दिसे का रे नीट । मुख तरी ।।
दोन मिनिटात । मागणे गा-हाणे ।
देवासी सांगणे । कसे तरी ।।
दोन मिनिटात । हललीच रांग ।
कावला श्रीरंग । विटेवरी ।।

Wednesday, July 09, 2014

How to Have the Biggest Accident

Throughout my travels, I have observed riders who obviously wanted to crash and burn, but were just too inept to actually go ahead and do so. There are those who pull into your lane mere millimeters in front of you, but actually dare to turn on their indicator while doing that. Then there are those who end up facing us while going the wrong way with no headlight, but at least they have the grace to shout profanities at us when we manage to make the incomparable blunder of missing them. And then of course, there are the drunks who haven't had the chance to drink enough to really get dangerously drunk, and just end up riding really slowly.

Here is a guidebook to all these great spirits; may this help you all attain your goal as quickly as you can.

1. Drink. A Lot.

Well, obviously. There's no point in just drinking one peg before going on the road. Even if you crash, which you almost certainly will, you will have been going so slowly that it won't make any difference. Down at least a full bottle before you set off on that highway blast. Make sure you are drunk enough to not be able to walk in a straight line, let alone ride.

2. Blast Loud Music In Your Headphones

Listening to the sounds in your vicinity is a trap set by society, and doesn't apply to you free souls. Don't pay any attention to horns, brake squeals, and screams. They are somebody else's concern. Focus on twisting that thing in your right hand.

3. Text While Riding

Any old buffoon can TALK while riding, but it takes something extra to TEXT while riding. When you are texting, you obviously need to take your eyes off the road, which is virtually the best way of ensuring an accident does happen. Don't care about the road, it'll be there. Until the moment when it won't. And don't even think about stopping at the side of the road to text, what schmuck does that?!

4. Don't Sleep the Night Before

It is but logical that a well-rested body and mind is crucial to being safe on the road. So, obviously you need to keep yourself awake all through the night, so that you can fall asleep on the bike. After all, we all sleep during bus/train/plane journeys, so why not sleep on a bike ride, eh? Common sense, isn't it?

5. DO NOT Wear a Helmet

Are you crazy? Were you even considering the idea of wearing a damn helmet? You mean that damn thing that takes away all the joy of having the wind blasting through your hair? That useless thing that feels so heavy on your head and messes up your oh-so-carefully-arranged hairstyle? Are you mad? Leave it at home, or just throw it away. Helmets are for noobs who value such stupid things as their lives.

6. Overtake on the Left


Just keep repeating that mantra.

7. Never Indicate

Seriously, never. I mean it. Why wear down your battery on something as needless as effing indicators? And on that note, never use your headlight, either. But of course, that goes without saying!

Good luck on your mission!

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Aurangabad: Shadows of a Distant Past

There was a time when Aurangabad was the epicenter of the Deccan Plateau. There was a time when it housed Mughal nobles, and was the headquarters of the Mughal movement across southern India seeking to eradicate an annoyingly rebellious Hindu king called Shivaji.

Only brief glimpses into that time are possible now in the urban jungle, but when you only have two days in hand and a bike, the glimpses are enough.

As I rode into Aurangabad, customarily got lost once and eventually found the hotel I was looking for, It was nearing noon. The ride to the city had been marred by the clutch wire giving up and me having to replace it in a tiny town, but all had been well otherwise. I booked a room in the Lonely Planet-recommended 'Tourist's Home' hotel near Aurangabad rly station.

I dumped my riding gear and sack in the room and, changing into the casual cap-n-camera attire, started off towards Ellora. The road towards the cave complex passes through the town of Daulatabad, which houses the famous fort. Jutting out of the mountain like Rivendell's galleries, the fort looked disappointingly small, but held a distinctly imposing charm. It was too hot for a proper climb, so I (coward, I know) left the fort for another time.

The cave complex has vast amounts of parking, which costs Rs 5, and there is a Rs 10 entrance fee (for Indians). I didn't get a guide, since I was strictly on a budget (and I have a certain amount of knowledge of Hindu mythology), but if you are with a group, getting one is recommended. The complex is meaningless if you don't know what the idols are, and professional expertise of mythology is a welcome addition.

It is also recommended to buy a booklet describing the various tourist spots around Aurangabad. It costs Rs 70, and numerous hawkers all around the complex are all too eager to convince you to get one. For once, it is worthwhile to succumb to a typical touristy lure, since the booklet contains valuable information about the sculptures in Ellora as well as the Ajantha caves.

The caves are scattered in a fairly linear fashion, going leftward from the entrance. A few caves are relatively bare, with just a few reliefs on the walls, but many have distinct idols. Popular scenes include the gods Vishnu and Shiva. Depictions of Shiva dancing the thunderous 'tandava' dance in his 'Nataraj' form is quite popular, as are monuments of various other gods, and animals such as elephants and lions.

What boggles the mind, though, is not necessarily the various depictions, but the sheer size of the whole construction. It is a testament to the power of the human mind, working incessantly to carve volcanic rock into something so spectacular.

Some of the farther caves only fill up in the evening, and are a popular and relaxing spot for an afternoon siesta, the silence only broken by the occasional honking of tourist buses or screeches of swallows and hawks.

The road between Ellora and Aurangabad is littered with countless sugarcane juice sellers, a common streetside refresher particularly in Maharashtra. The scorching April sun had taken its toll on me, and a couple of glasses of virtually pure sugar did a lot to lift my spirits.

My evening meal turned out to be a surprisingly good roadside biryani, bhel, and the everpresent sugarcane juice, on Aurangabad's Station Road. The delicious biryani cost just Rs 30, and I got a whole freaking leg piece! What else could a man possibly want?

The next morning was dedicated to Bibi-ka-Maqbara, a monument built by one of Aurangzeb's sons in memory of his mother. The road leading to the famous monument is, though not the worst I've ever had, in a state of disrepair, and passes through areas that could really use the monument to bring about some development.

The site itself is carefully looked after, and charges the same Rs 10 for Indian tourists as the Ellora Caves. It is a deliberate copy of the more famous and more beautiful Taj Mahal in Agra, and though the inferiour quality is unabashedly obvious (plaster walls, for one), it has a certain unique charm. Unlike the Ellora Caves, a guide is quite unnecessary here, since the buildings are clearly marked and described with placards, and the Rs 50 is much better spent on another plate on the aforementioned sumptuous biryani.

It doesn't take up a lot of your time, and in just over an hour, I was getting ready for the ride back home in my hotel room.

The hotel I stayed at lies very close to Aurangabad Railway Station. It has a helpful staff, clean rooms, convenient location, and a rudimentary restaurant. Double rooms can be booked for Rs 400. Short of a homestay, it is the ideal choice for the budget traveler.

Aurangabad deserves an extended stay, because it is impossible to properly enjoy Ellora, Devgiri, and Ajantha, the three biggies of Aurangabad, in one weekend. The Lonar crater lake, about 140 km from Aurangabad, is one of the very few large crater lakes in the Eastern Hemisphere, and is also worth a visit. A week-long excursion to this city of the Kings can't come soon enough.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

What Do Engine Oil Grades Mean?

20W50, 10W40, 15W45, 20W40 ... what the hell does all that mean?

There are many components of a bike that most riders don't know about in detail. It is not due to ignorance, since the details of the component rarely come into play. For example, who knows the chemistry of the brake fluid, eh? If anybody out there does, let me know, I really am curious about the thing.

Engine oil grades are an essential element of that set of unintelligible gibberish about bikes. We have all seen the 'recommended' oil grade for our own bike, and we have just stored the info at the back of our clustered mind. Many would, understandably, have completely forgotten the oil most suited to their bike. And let's be honest, the service center just keeps replenishing it, and they know what they need to know about it, so why bother?

Well, the Rambler doesn't call himself a biking geek for nothing. Here's some info I managed to drum up about what the numbers either side of the 'W' really mean. Incidentally, the 'W' stands for winter, which is, for some reason, the point of reference in oil grades.

The first number in an engine oil grade is a mark of the minimum temperature in which the oil can work. The number isn't an actual reading in any standard temperature scale, but rather a rating.

The lower the number on the left, the colder the temperatures the oil can sustain. If you intend to change the oil in your bike because you are moving to a consistently cold area, changing the oil from a 20WXX oil to a 10WXX oil is the best thing you can do for your bike.

The second number, as you may imagine, stands for the other end of the scale: the highest temperatures the oil can function in. This number denotes the amount of change in the viscosity of the oil due to temperature.

If you are going to something related to racing, performance, stunts, or anything else that requires the engine to retain a high amount of heat for a long time, switching to an oil with a higher "second number" is what you should do.

Monday, March 31, 2014

Exercises Every Biker Should Do

One of the major criticisms of motorcycles is that they are much less comfortable than cars or most forms of public transport. The Rambler is not in denial on this one - it can be very painful at times. It requires that the rider have a body strong enough to sustain the sometimes-frustrating pain.

Primarily, it requires a strong core musculature, resilient shoulders, and strong hamstrings. The ideal position for long-distance riding entails not putting much pressure on the wrists and the forearm, since you need to be able to move the handle freely, and tightly locked forearms are not the way to achieve that. Your core should be engaged and should bear the brunt in balancing your body.

Most of the load of your upper body falls on your shoulders, which need to be strong and resistant. You should also keep your legs close to your fuel tank, which becomes harder than you might think after a while. This requires strong hamstrings.

Apart from these particulars, you also need to have a good overall balance and functional strength, since riding a bike for hours on end can get tiring for even the most seasoned riders.

What do you need to do to achieve these physical conditions required for riding motorcycles?

You need to regularly do bodyweight exercises that engage more muscles per rep than your typical gym workouts. The more muscles you engage at once, the more functional strength you gain. The reason for preferring bodyweight exercises is that doing the 'balancing' part of the exercises yourself helps strengthen your connective tissue, which is a hugely important part of gaining functional strength. Gym machines, which make the exercises easier by taking off some of the load, are consequently less effective than bodyweight exercises. Bodyweight exercises also help develop a better balance, and a better overall understanding of your own body.


The beginner's dream exercise for building core muscles, planks are extremely efficient at developing the abs (upper as well as lower) and the lower back. Start with a 10-second plank if you have never done planks before, and slowly progress to about two minutes. If you can do normal planks easily, try one-arm / one-leg planks. If you can do those, try balancing yourself on opposing foot and arm (right foot-left arm, and vice versa).


There's a reason why literally every army recruitment program in the world judges a candidate based on the number of pushups he can do. A pushup is the absolute best exercise for building shoulder (deltoids), triceps, and chest (pectoralis major and minor) muscles. Like with planks, start slow if you haven't done pushups for a long time (or ever, in fact). Start with wall pushups: push yourself off a wall if you can't push yourself off the ground. If you can perform regular pushups easily, progress to feet-elevated / handstand / one-armed (these are really difficult, NOT FOR BEGINNERS) pushups.


If there is one exercise that strengthens the upper and lower halves of the body equally efficiently, it is a barbell squat. But if you don't want to visit a gym (and I am with you on that, I hate gyms), bodyweight / dumbbell squats are still a magnificent exercise for the quads and hamstrings. If you can, progress to squat jumps (jump after the squat part - duh!) or one-legged squats.

Pullups / Chinups

The most Spartan, most manly exercise in the world is, arguably, the pullup. No other exercise works the arms and the back like pullups. And, not that it matters, no other exercise looks as freaking cool! If you can't do regular pullups yet, start by jumping onto the bar and holding on for as long as you can. If you are already a regular pullup-master, try to progress to one-armed pullups (NOT FOR BEGINNERS) or the devil's own workout: the muscle-up.

Two things should always be observed while doing these exercises:

Always do a dynamic warm up. Stretching does not warm up your body; spare it for the cool-down part. Skip a rope, do some on-the-spot running, dance. Get your heart rate up, and don't be scared of breaking a sweat. Don't burn yourself out in the warmup, but don't jump straight into the workout described above.

Maintain proper form while doing these exercises. Properly done, these are four of the most effective and efficient workouts for muscle building, but if you force yourself to finish a workout with incorrect form, all these exercises have the potential to cause serious injuries. Don't exceed your capabilities. If you have any musculoskeletal or cardiac conditions, consult your physician before starting a workout routine.

Find a workout program that works for you. We all are unique snowflakes, and there is no point in trying to jump into Gerard Butler's 300 workout if you can't do 10 pushups straight. Here's a few links that I have personally used / currently use for my own workouts:

Steve Kamb has a veritable treasure trove of workout and diet advice over at Nerd Fitness.

The progression courses for pushups, squats, and pullups over at One Hundred Pushups are worth a look as well.

For those of you who think regular pushups are beneath you, I dare you to try these monster varieties at Art of Manliness. Fair warning: There is one variety that involves going down in a standard pushup action, then pushing yourself off the floor so explosively that you can touch your toes with your fingers in midair, and then return to the standard starting position. Exhausted yet?

Never find yourself in a position where you have cut your road trip short because it is just too uncomfortable. Riding motorcycles is rewarding, but it can also exact a serious toll on your body. Prepare your body for the hardships, and you will be able to enjoy the good times even more!

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

7 Life Lessons Learned from Motorcycles

There are many who deride bikes as snooty playthings. Admittedly, there are many who treat their bikes like snooty playthings. However, for every showoff with barf-inducing neon lights fixed underneath his bike, there are hundreds who know their bike inside out, who have learned to interpret every little bump and fizz the bike gives, who are so in tune with their bike that it starts to talk to them.

The Rambler falls very much among the second class. He enjoys every moment spent with his bike, be it in city traffic or on the open highway. He listens to every little noise his bike makes, for it tells him something about his bike that he didn't know before. He listens to what his bike speaks to him, and speak she does! She has taught him more about life than anything else, including education and his parents, ever could.

The life lessons that bike-riding folk like the Rambler have learned from bikes are equally applicable to bike-deriding folk as well. So what can a non-living living and pulsating thing that is made of plastic and metal and functions on tiny explosions, teach us?


An engine draws fuel from the bike's tank, and mixes it with air sucked in from its surroundings. On cold mornings, this mixture is not combustive enough to make an engine run properly. This calls for a choke, a valve which forces fuel from the bike's tank into the engine and keeps out the air. This allows the engine to get started and warmed up with minimal fuss. Soon enough, the engine gets warm enough to allow the intake of air, and thereafter, the air flow only works to maximize the engine's output.

The analogy to draw from the choke valve is that in every endeavor you make, you need to force everything you have into it, without relying on or waiting for outside help. Before your idea is strong enough to meet dissenters head on, external influence will do nothing but spoil your best-laid plans. Opinions uninvited, criticism unwarranted, obtrusion undeserved - this is what a nascent idea receives. Only once the idea has been refined and strengthened should you seek outside help. When your plan is strong enough and you are committed to it, opportunities start to fall your way, seemingly of their own accord. The idea becomes strong enough to convince dissenters to change their mind, and feeds off the support.


After a few months or a few thousand kilometers of relentless riding, undesirable deposits start to collect in an engine. Nuts and bolts start to come loose. Cables start to fray. The electronic components start to go wonky. The accumulated dirt and grime start to corrode the underlying paintwork. The lubricant starts to become stale and useless. This calls for a servicing, where the exterior is polished to a sparkling finish, the air filter is scrubbed clean, the engine is cleaned and refreshed, the cables and nuts and bolts are tightened, and the essential fluids are refilled.

Our unavoidably hectic lifestyle in these times of plenty forces us to pile on stress and frustration onto our mind and body. The inevitable result: frustration, sleeplessness, indigestion (urrgh, I know!), short temper, chronic weakness, lethargy, a weakened immune system, and a whole lot of other ailments.

Your mind and body deserve a refresher once in a while. The 'six-month vacation twice a year' jokes aside, there is no shame in demanding some 'me time', however cheesy that may sound. Instead of spending Sundays slumped on your sofa, head out into the ever-welcoming embrace of Mother Nature. Go on a hike, go camping, go to a beach, go on a wildlife trail. Let the greenery / the laughter around a bonfire / the lull of the waves / the tense silence of the jungle wash away the layers of grime you have been unwittingly accumulating. If that is too big a leap for you, just try to switch off that bloody phone of yours for a day. Disconnect from the rest of the world. Tick off some items off that movie wishlist of yours. If you don't have a movie wishlist, shame on you, make one!

Riding Gear

The point of wearing a full riding gear on 1000-mile road trips is not just acknowledging that you can make a mistake, but being ready for the idiocy and recklessness of others. You may think you are the most accomplished rider in the country, but even discounting the quite plausible possibility that you are entirely wrong about that, there is no way you can adjust to a drunk driver suddenly veering into your lane, leaving you with two equally grim choices.

In life, as on a bike, there is bravery and impulsiveness. And then there's stupidity. By all means, be impulsive and make your own way through life, but be prepared for cockups along the way. Always make provisions for possible adversities. However confident you may be in your capabilities, no one is perfect. Even if you are perfect, in which case I need to know your secret, you depend on others in myriad ways, and they may not always be up to scratch. It would be stupid to recommend pessimism, but a dose of realism would sit well with an optimistic mind.

Corners are Memorable

Ask any rider worth his salt about the best road he's ever driven on, and he'll regale (and sometimes bore) you with tales of the twisty bits on a mountain road. No rider, even if he's the most loyal Harley or Indian customer in the world, likes a road that goes straight for more than 10 km. Did I say 10? That is too much! Nobody remembers the straights; they are just not that memorable. Sure, it's nice for a while if there's greenery either side of you or if you are riding into the sunset, but after some time, you inevitably find yourself craving the smallest of kinks in the road.

Likewise, the boring, open stretches in life may be easy, but nobody lies on a deathbed wishing he had been more normal, more routine, more clockwork. It's always the more adventurous, riskier times in life that you remember. Sure, the linear trajectory of John Everyman's life is easy and safe, but a roller coaster is much more satisfying.

Focus On the Road

Music blasting in your ears, neck craned to hold a cell phone in place, alcohol surging around your system, drowsiness making it a struggle to open your eyes while blinking - these are some of the worst conditions to be in while riding a bike. These conditions mean that you can't concentrate on what lies ahead of you. The road is not a place to close or avert your eyes. Potholes, animals, and primarily other road users, are all notoriously unpredictable elements for a biker. A sleepy biker will almost always cause a horrible accident. A biker on the phone will not be able to react quickly to any potential danger. A drunk biker will always cause a horrible accident, period. You need to focus on just the road when you are on the bike, nothing else.

Despite the many disadvantages of multitasking, we live in a time where being able to do it is considered a badge of honor. Contrary to popular belief, multitasking doesn't help you accomplish many things at once, but rather leads you to messing up many things at once. While we may believe that our brain is capable of handling two tasks at once, what the brain actually does is constantly switch attention between the two, so quickly that our conscious self doesn't notice it. For the sake of your own brain, concentrate on what you are doing at the moment. That's what the brain was designed for, and that's what it does best.

Don't Overload Your Bike

A bike, however sturdy it may seem, is only designed to carry a certain amount of weight. While very rarely exceeding this limit for a short period won't hurt the bike, continual overloading causes numerous problems. The suspension sags, and can cause accidents. The power output suffers terribly even in the short term, since the same amount of power is now distributed over a larger load. The braking distance is significantly increased, due to the increased momentum. The rider's control over the bike is also severely affected, since even tiny deviations to either side are magnified several times over, again due to the increased momentum. The only way to increase the weight limit is to change or enhance the fundamental structure of the bike to strengthen it.

In life, it is important to recognize your limits. While self-confidence is a veritable boon, there is a thin line between confidence and vanity. Don't make promises you can't keep. You will be letting down not just yourself, but someone else who depends on you. Don't try to be someone you are not. If you aren't paid to do so, looking like Hollywood actors can be extremely difficult. Don't base a relationship on a lie. It will come out eventually, and it will cause much more devastation then.

Be comfortable in your own skin. You have unique strengths and weaknesses, just like every other human being in the world. If you really want to change yourself or exceed your limits in some way, bring about the change in a way that you can handle, and in a way that will stick. Fad diets, reluctance to break a dysfunctional relationship, or steroid supplements DON'T WORK. Make long-term, gradual changes that will become the norm, instead of going through a period of extreme conditions, only to slip back into the old, harmful routine afterwards.


The lubricants keep your motor running for longer, and lessen the abrasive damage. It improves your efficiency as well as your power output.

The life lesson here, incredibly, is exactly the same as above! 'nuff said!

Sunday, March 23, 2014

What's So Special About Bikes?

There are travelers, and there are travelers. And then there are bikers.

Ask any biker what's so special about bikes, and all you'll get is a smug, self-righteously knowing look. It's supposed to be something that can't be explained, but has to be experienced.

Oh sure, a car is more stable, a train is (often) cheaper, a plane is faster, a ship is more enjoyable if you don't get seasick, and almost everything is safer, than a bike. Oh sure, some of us really look like absolute tools in the requisite leather. Oh sure, on some days, it's quite painful. And sure, you can't eat a sandwich on the move. The last one really hurts, and any Kickstarter project seeking to solve that problem would receive a significant amount from me.

And yet, try preaching this to a biker, and you stand a pretty big risk of being laughed at.

This post is an attempt at explaining something that won't be understood unless it is experienced. And now that I have confessed the futility of the endeavor, let's get started.

Yes, a car is more stable, but who values the trait of being really boring? Admit it, you want someone who puts the integrity of your bed at risk. It's the same thing with bikes. Like matadors on rampaging bulls, the mere balancing act on a bike is rewarding. The buzz you get in the area between your lower abdomen and your upper thighs is very real, and very natural. The constant risk of falling means that the supply of adrenaline is also virtually constant.

On public transport - of any kind - you are a mere spectator in the kaleidoscope unfolding around you. On a bike, on the other hand, you are the one creating the kaleidoscope; you get to choose the colors and shapes; you get to stop and contemplate upon any particularly alluring piece you happen to encounter.

There are many ways of having a journey, but none that includes you more than a bike. On a bike, you are in touch with the passing terrain. You feel every bump (sometimes rather uncomfortably), you feel the climate and the lifestyle of the regions you pass through. You can smell the soil and the blooms that you pass, you experience the scorching heat and the chilling cold.

In many ways, a car is the weapon of choice of the typical tourist. It gets you to your destinations, but conceals the journey. It hides the regions you are passing through under a huge blanket of air conditioning, and it keeps you away from the exhilarating rush of air. A bike, on the other hands, forces you to experience your journey as it is, no frills. It is for those who value the journey more than the destination; for whom the destination is merely an excuse for the journey. It is the steed of rambling wanderers.

Why Do We Travel?

There is only one rationale behind the desire to travel. Oh, people have the darndest explanations about it, but they are all wrong. Nobody needs to travel to 'think', 'figure out their life', or to put a vacation to good use. You can 'think' just as well beneath your roof as you can beneath a star-filled night sky in the desert. Changing your job - or in many cases, getting one - is the answer to most problems of the second category. Vacations can be spent just as well checking off that bucket list of books to read and movies to watch that you never got to. Why, then, do we travel?
Simply put, it's built into our fundamental building blocks. For most of our evolutionary history, we were nomads; dependent upon the seasons for an address, and upon the benevolence of an often-cruel mother nature for sustenance.
Then one day, some lazy nut, who needed an excuse to avoid carrying his quota of rations to the next destination, pointed out that some of the seeds that he had clumsily spilled last month had sprouted, and would be edible in a short time. Agriculture quickly became the norm, aided by similar loafers all over the world, and the nomad was suppressed.
However, we humans have genetic memories that go back beyond agriculture. We also have a striking tendency to become bored. Could it be that the suppressed genetic information from nomadic times is conspiring with boredom to make us want to see more? To eat more? To hear more? To spread our wings and fly beyond the edge of our comfortable nest? Could it be that we humans have simply been too busy turning into sedentary blobs to properly forget what it felt like to have dangers in our path and uncertainty at the end of it?
Could it be that we only truly feel human when we expand our experiences: when we stretch the limits of sanity to levels hitherto unexplored, when we make a conscious, voluntary effort to escape our chrysalis?
That, according to a rambling, bike-riding lunatic, is the only reason why we travel!