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When Prashant Tidke posted on Feb 6, 2019 “I am happy that still I am able to do better than I was able to do yesterday, fighting with all the limitations including ageing. Set a couple of PRs on the prestigious climbing Strava segments this last sunday race is an indication that one can still do better at any point of time. Crossing 55 years of age and nearing your sixties should not stop you…
After many many months I rode my nine-year old Trek 7100 cycle to work. The lovely cool morning evoked the deep bonding that we shared for many years. Many roads we have explored, many mountains we have climbed, on cool nights and hot days, many friends we have made, both of us gracefully ageing silver, he on his body and me on my head. Here is how I felt today as a poem titled “a…
Here is a poem “heaven sublime”, from my experience in the “Bliss in the Hills brevet” near Kalpetta. The poem happened today, inspired by my nephew Nishanth Iyengar who reached the highest point “Hoosier Pass” at 11539 ft in the TransAm race today (Leh is at 11562 ft, thank you Opendro for the facts). Well, he has been cycling hard over many mountains battling strong winds, whilst I sat down peacefully imagined and penned it…
“Two wheels can bring back the glimmer of hope”
Post the mid way mark of Anchetty 200km brevet, from Denkanikottai to Attibele it was strong cross winds, threatening to push me into the centre of the road. Strong enough, but really not that dangerous. Like a happy kid having some fun with troubling someone. Enjoy the third poem on this brevet, my first hat-trick in an event.
Yes, brevets have time limits. But when you let go of the two hands(of the clock) and feel the nature becoming one with it, it is no more just a ride. It is a gentle tide where mind floats gently, wrapped in a cocoon becoming a beautiful butterfly, flitting joyfully on the colourful flowers feeding on sweet nectar. Enjoy it until the alarm goes off when you hit the city! My experience of the gentle caress…
Last Saturday was the classic Anchetty 200KM brevet. A beautiful scenic ride with lovely climbs with an elevation gain of ~2000m. Brilliant weather, with cool wind cuddling you showering you with mild wetness and later rushing at you sidewards. Delighted to do this again after five years. A ride time of 9h 55h with nett time of 10h 59m spending at least 25 mins in the Hosur road traffic on the return.
A play of words on the cycle as the old year rolled on the new one.
As I cycled home on Friday evening, I saw a poor man on the pavement eating peacefully. He was a epitome of grace and a poem germinated.
Penning my ride to Thirsk via the Dales during LEL 2017. Thirsk is the Darrowby in James Herriot’s novels.