Night riding tips

Before you read the following, please be warned that the following are essentially based on my experiences. Your experience might be slightly (or drastically) different, but a large part of my experiences and the experiences of my cyling friends seem to overlap. But in general, it helps if you ride regularly at night, its even better if you have regular ride partners that share your passion for night riding and match you closely in terms of riding speed.

Some pointers for a night ride:

  • Try and get as much sleep the night before the night you ride. If possible , knock off some sleep in the afternoon before you ride. It will help you stay fresh longer and ride longer with less sleep deprivation (Common-sensical point, but still worth a mention)
  •  Get used to riding at night *before* you get into a situation where you have to ride at night. Riding on a highway with nothing/nobody for company in pitch blackness, with only your headlight guiding you, interspersed by a speeding vehicle whooshing you by followed by extended periods of silence and darkness can be disconcerting, *especially* if you are not used to it. It can feel really creepy. Get used to it,you’ll actually learn to enjoy it.
  • Riding on Indian roads, you are never sure where the next pothole is going to come from. You might have been riding on 200km of awesome tarmac, and out of nowhere be greeted by a crater that would put the moon to shame. You have to stay alert while riding at night, at all times.
  • It is very difficult to get a sense of how fast you are going. During the day time you have a much better sense because of the surroundings. On a pitch dark night, on the highway where both sides are largely open, it takes time to get a sense of how fast you are going. You probably get it after some time, but the first time you ride at night, chances are , you may not be able to guess your speed. Over time, you probably get a sense of the speed by correlating your effort and the gradient and headwinds. A visual sense is tough to get , even after riding regularly.
  • Make sure you have powerful headlights with you, and a spare light for looking around, focusing on your tyre if you end up with a puncture , etc. Also ride with a tail light and be sure to wear a reflective jacket when you ride at night. You should have enough visibility in front to ride comfortably at a pace of 25kmph , preferably even a little faster.
  • I fell at night while riding alone at night on a road ( I believe the first instance of me riding a unlighted lonely road at night), because I misjudged my speed. Was probably going too fast when I pressed the brake and that resulted in me toppling over the handlebars ,thankfully with minor bruises. During the 600k last February (2012) in Bangalore, one of the riders (Nirmal Iyer) hit a speed breaker suddenly and fell down. He was bruised badly enough to have to call off the ride.
  • Between midnight and 5 am (sometimes 6) , it is very unlikely that you’ll have eating and drinking options on the road. Most places on Indian highways (at least in Karnataka and Tamil Nadu) close at midnight , or 30 minutes past midnight. Make sure you eat and hydrate before midnight. Stock up a liter of hydrating fluid (Electral, Gatorade , whatever – choose your poision) before midnight. And make sure it lasts till the morning. Keep dry fruits , chikkis, chocolates or energy bars handy during this time in case you need nutrition.
  • The best part , of course is that the time from midnight to dawn is the best time to ride. There is very little traffic. By 2am most Truck Drivers will call it a day (or night ) and be parked at various pit stops. You’ll have the occasional Volvo bus whizzing past, but other wise , you have the road to yourself . Of course, there is always the danger that someone would lose control and run over you, but that danger exists anywhere, anytime, not just in the dead of night.
  • This is the time of the night when riding also requires least effort. I had rode a distance of 100+ km between 2 to 6 duuring the 400 brevet with just half a liter of water (no electrolytes). You can ride at a steady rhythm without exhausting yourself. The ambient temperature is typically at its coldest, and riding continuously actually helps in keeping you warm.
  • If you last the night, you’ll probably experience a high as dawn breaks. The sight of creeping daylight on you and enveloping your surroundings  as you whiz past on the highway is something that makes the experience of riding at night really really worth it.
  • If at all you end up being severely deprived of sleep , and somewhat dehydrated/exhausted from the cycling itself, beware that you can face any of the following
  1.  Hallucinations : I imagined riding on a narrow lane with steep ledges on both sides. At times I could not focus beyond 10-20 meters ahead. Imaginary people seemed to be crossing in front of me. Pretty whacky, and there is no way at that moment for you to realize that its virtual reality. Its like being high on ‘Bhaang’ – Reality and imagination weave a smooth co-existence. Of course its not helpful.
  2. Complete exhaustion due to lack of sleep – You just cannot go on. There was a time when I found it difficult to stand up. I tried to find a place on the side of the road which I felt was safe enough , and just swept a wide area with my torch to ensure there were no snakes crawling about and promptly slept on my back.

Notable memories from my cycling experiences at night

  1. Seeing a shooting star streaking past the clear sky as I rode between Ramnagara  to Bidadi.
  2. Zooming between Belgaum and Dharwad as dawn broke, assisted by good tailwinds, at the end of an eventful night.
  3. Riding in pitch darkness with strong crosswinds as I cimbed my way to Chitradurga in the dead of night, and windmills emerging in the distance, one at  a time, till you are staring at an army of windmills, all the while, struggling to grapple with the wind and riding steady.
  4. Riding a steady uphill between Vellore to Pallikonda after an exhausting night. On the way to Vellore we never realized the slope. On the way back, the slope wouldn’t let us forget it.
  5. Feasting on Omelettes at 4 am along with a gang of 4 other riders on our way back from Koratagere , again early Jan 2012.
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1000 kms from Bangalore to Belgaum and back

I had been thinking of the 1000k brevet ever since I missed the inaugural 1000k brevet on June 2011. I had registered for the event but for some strange reason suffered a case of calendar amnesia. The day the ride was supposed to start, I was caught napping, or rather working. Only on seeing a mail from Rohan on the morning did I realize my folly. However, having said that, I doubt if I would have made it to the 1st time station last year, forget completing the 1000k. Maybe I wasn’t really serious about it at all, given that I had missed the date, literally. However, I decided that I would do it the next year, aka 2012.

I made it a point to do all the brevets I could, in 2012, to enable me to be better prepared to complete the 1000k. The brevets this year definitely helped me in preparing for the big ride. I did not pace myself during the 300k and ended up finishing it barely with 30mins to go, literally dragging myself for the last 50km. I rode the 400k fairly well, managing the mid-day heat, as well as the night chill, and with just some 30mins of sleep or so. Even though I called off the 600k brevet due to multiple reasons, I learnt valuable lessons on that ride that served me well. And of course, unlike the other brevets , I wanted to make sure I went on the big one. I ensured that my work calendar was free from the 20th to the 25th of June, giving me enough of a buffer to plan.

There were few things that I took out of my failed 600k attempt.

  1. I suffered hallucinations on the 600k ride. Now I’ve read about the phenomenon but when it happens to you the 1st time, it does spook you. This time I was ready for it, and was ready to try and maintain focus even if I was delirious, and not to let it dishearten me, or (as it happenned in the 600k), scare me.
  2. Time wasted : I wasted time on the 600k ride due to a) Fixing somebody’s puncture, b) Trying to sleep when I was not 100% exhausted , and c) Waiting for others , riding in a group. I believe it is important to keep going if you have energy and rhythm by your side. Dont’ stop for a big meal if you are not really hungry. Keep nourishing yourself throughout though.
  3. The sun really exhausts me, I typically don’t ride as fast as others during the heat of the day, but I do quite well in the evening and night. It helped that the 600k brevet ended in February, giving me the time to mentally and physically prepare for the 1000k brevet. The other really important piece of random cycling realization that dawned on me is that it pays to ride fast. If you can ride fast when you are on the saddle, that means you can take more breaks , and have a better chance of refreshing yourself.

Some of the things that did help improve my speed and stamina.

  1. In the month of Nov 2011, I did the Part 1 Course from the Art of Living Foundation. Regular breathing exercises and meditation did help increase my stamina and my breathing over time. I’ve been trying to be fairly regular in doing the breathing exercises and I believe it has helped me.
  2. I was based in Mysore from mid March to mid June. I decided to try and use this as an opportunity to do a few Chamundi rides and Bangalore-Mysore or Mysore-Bangalore rides.

The prep ride , early June
I did a fast ride to Mysore on 8th April but after that riding took a back seat thanks to the TCS 10k run. So after a nearly two month hiatus, faced with a Friday to myself, I decided to try my hands (rather legs) at climbing Kalahatti. Even though I value each one of my rides on their own, I was definitely thinking of the 1k when I decided to try and go to Masinagudi and do the climb. The day was interesting, I started off before 5am and had to negotiate speeding vehicles on an undivided highway. All useful practice, in my opinion. Once I entered the Bandipur forest area, a bear crossed the road in front of me, and two adult female elephants with a calf on the side of the road, gave me a keen look from the side of the highway. I focused on an imaginary horizon straight ahead and pedalled for whatever I was worth. I tried climbing the ghat but it was difficult in the heat, and in the interest of getting out of the forest by sunset , I went back. My heat exhaustion was so bad that I felt too dehydrated even on the mild slopes inside the forest. And , almost ashamed of my inability to pedal, pushed the cycle up a few slopes in the forest. Once I got out of the forest, aided by the milder sun and a dose of tender coconut water, I did manage to pick up speed from Gundlupet to Mysore. In the end I cycled about 240km in a total time of about 14 hours at less than 19kmph on the saddle. A valuable lesson learnt was that I needed to be cycling to keep the muscles cycling ready, running won’t cut it. And to make sure I was nourshed , especially with sufficient fluids throughout.

Kalahatti in the background

Kalahatti in the background


Cell phone photo,but the heat and humidity of the surroundings are apparent ( at least to me 🙂 )

Hereon I made a conscious effort to cycle regularly. On the 8th of June I managed to come to Bangalore in about 5 hours, 36 minutes – my fastest Mysore – Bangalore ride. I followed this by a few trips to Chamundi. I figured the climbing route via the Nandi, that was slightly steeper than the wide road which the buses used. 6 days before the 1k, I climbed Chamundi via the Nanjangud side, which is actually a gentle slope, but longer. And quite green. I did 3 Chamundi climbs on 3 consecutive days without drinking or eating anything. (about 18km one way including the climb) The pros will tell you to do hill repeats , interval training ,etc along with a diet to improve your cycling fitness and stamina. But I had my limitations as evinced below

  • Hill repeats were fine, but not the *same* hill – Too boring , can’t risk demotivation. Boredom is a bigger enemy in an endurance event than exhaustion.
  • No gadgets for me. Monitoring HR , cadence is definitely a very good way of measuring strength and stamina – no arguing that, but somehow I prefer to keep it simple – I prefer to cycle looking more at the scenery and sights around rather than look at a device – Though I occasionally peek at my average speed, maximum speed and distance covered.

The day of the ride

I had written a brief about the 1000k ride a little after the ride, you can read about that here

One issue with my aborted 600k ride was that I had not had enough sleep, having slept a total of 5 hours over 2 days *before* the 600k. I decided to ensure that that would not happen this time around. I decided to enjoy a good night’s sleep before the event, and if possible catch some sleep a couple of hours before the start. In the event , the previous night’s sleep was quiet good, while I did feel like I should take a nap 2 hours before the start, after 12:00 pm I was pretty much jumping all over the place. I taped Gatorades all over my cycle, this was my strategy to ensure that I did not run out of rehydration. I called up Sohan to make sure I was not missing anything. Tied the rainjacket to the frame , and as previously mentioned was probably brimming with excitement. Came over to the start point at around 3:30 or so (don’t remember now- Sohan , Manjula, NayanPatel, Gana, and some of the non-Bangalore riders were on display. Opendro showed up too, as well as a few new faces. (Manjula and Nayan were not riding today) . Did not see Vishal, last year’s finisher – I heard he was held up.

At the start point, bike taped with Gatorade satchets

At the start point, bike taped with Gatorade satchets

Here are all the photographs taken by
Aman at the start point

A few observations about the ride itself

  • The flags just before Chitradurga which showed the direction of the wind. It was a beautiful sight in dark surroundings at night, all the flags violently swaying to one side. However Chitradurga at dawn felt quite mild without too many cross winds.
  • The emerging of the windmills at night as I made my way to the Chitradurga. Majestic, as you approach them
  • The climbs towards Chitradurga. Nirmal had warned me of the difficulty and he was right.Not super steep but with vehicles whizzing past you and the crosswinds, this part was something.
  • The scenery changes as you approach Ranibennur, vast plains, and it does get hot,very hot
  • Once you cross Bankapur toll plaza, it starts becoming hilly , more pronounced as you approach the Hubli Dharwad area. From here to Belgaum it is rolling with 2 climbs just before Belgaum, the 1st one being slightly long, and not so easy.

Photo captured by Kiran Kumar of Veloscope just at the point of me reaching the endpoint.
My photo , taken by Kiran kumar

Some stuff from the ride:

  • Having lost my smart phone during the 400k nearly Challakere brevet, I decided not to carry one, and used a plain old mobile phone. Only problem is, I forgot to charge it. So a little beyond Tumkur, I turned off the mobile, except when I wanted to call people and find out their whereabouts. I tried calling Opendro, Gana a few times on Day 1 and 2 but they might have switched off or found it difficult to hear the phone in the background noise. I kept texting Sreepathi to let him know of my whereabouts till I reached Hubli. After that , it was a crazy time. On day 2 morning, I called up Rohini to let her know that I was having breakfast near Ranibennur. I was rationing phone calls to reduce the chances of my phone dis On the 2nd night, when all of us were racing to make it to the Belgaum control, all of our phones were switched off, and nobody got an update that night. Only when we reached Hubli on the way back did folks get to know of our status. Rohini (my wife ) was also worried. Finally JP charged our phones in Hubli and threw a lifeline ( at least to me).
  • The fact that each one of us is different was brought out by our different priorites at the end of Day 3. I was more worried about sleep overtaking my body and suffering hallucinations rather than food, while the rest of them wanted to have a big hearty meal. I had a couple of idlis at Ranibennur on the way back while the rest had 2 courses of dinner. We spent 1.5 hours for dinner , and as it turned out barely made it to the Chitradurga control in time.
  • In hindsight, what Deepak and Gana did was amazing, they tagged along a whole bunch of riders and rised themselves. I believe Gana also dropped out because he eventually bonked. I learnt that the hard way on the 600k. When the going is good, keep going. No point taking responsibilty for others. A 1000k ride requires a certain level of physical and mental preparation, in addition to being prepared with adequate gear and enough resourcefulness to be able to handle a few situations. You can’t expect to just land up and complete this. I am sure a lot of us can do it, I am not discouraging anyone, but how they get around to doing it is best left to themselves. If you need a lot of help just to get to the 1st control, chances are you may not make the cut. There are times you are so exhausted, even 10kmph feels tough. And at times a 25kmph against headwinds feel doable.
  • From the time we left Bangalore , and till we made it back, there was an ongoing thread in the Bangalore bikers club google group. The thread discussed us in detail, till all the 5 simultaneous brevets ended at ChikkaBanavara. Gives you a good running commentary as seen by Bangalore riders. This thread, as well as some pep-talks from Rajani helped keep my wife’s spirits up. BBC thread during the brevets I rode nearly 475km all alone feels good, and also reassuring for rides in the future, but I doubt if I would have done it if I had not prepped before hand, both physically and mentally.
  • And finally, its been a while since the ride, I had finished 3/4th of this writeup earlier, but just have been laggard. Recently there was a 500k ride that folks finished in 24 hours. And next years calendar has 3 1000k rides and 2 1200k rides. The culture of long distance cycling is spreading its tentacles beyond Bangalore now. That can only be a good thing. In 2011 , Vishal was the sole finisher, we had 3 finishing in June 2012. Hopefully there will be a few more finishing next year. But overall, in 2012 as well as now (2012-13), the Bangalore rides are definitely tougher.

Rugged Sahyadri Race, Kolhapur

When Meera Velankar first posted in our group page on facebook about the Rugged Sahyadri ride, it sounded like a cool thing. Kolhapur was near enough, and it sounded like a real different experience. However I was not really into off roading but was hoping to just come there with an open mind. Meanwhile, she roped in Dipankar as well and we were confirmed as a team. I tried to back out in the middle, as I was not really into racing, but since Meera had not found other partners, decided to take the plunge. Drove 230km to Kolhapur,my car got to go out of the garage after nearly 45 days. I had left a flat alone for 30 days and had to change tires and fix the flat on Friday, the day I left for Kolhapur. The tire had gone, so replaced with a new set of 2nd hand tires as a backup.(This was the tire that I had put on my car at Hiriyur, during the recce of the 400k in early Jan). At the last moment, Lifecycles in Pune, which had promised me a cycle on rent before I left Bangalore, backed out. They did this without giving me a notice, and I was stuck. Now I did not have an MTB to ride in Kolhapur. Meera talked to Akash of KASA ( Kolhapur Adventure Sports Association) who gave me the contact of a company Cynour that rented cycles out in Pune. They had a GT racer (never heard the brand earlier) but it as an MTB so went for it, not too many options. I did not get my MTB wfrom Banglore since I did not want to have the hassle of taking a cycle all over the place in a bus. I managed to go to their office in karve nagar at around 6, got the cycle and left at around 6:30. Managed to reach the hotel where Dipankar (D) and Meera (M) were staying( they had come in earlier from Bangalore).
There were a few speeches from local biggies , and this was apparently a 1st major event around town that was advertised outside. Quite a few teams came from Pune , including regular Enduro jaunters. The event was flagged out after 9 am by the time many of us had cooled down from our adrenalin rush early morning. The time was started from some place outside Kolhapur. All participants were waved off in 5 min intervals. The 1st stretch was a long climb over a hill to a place called Jyotiba. And as we were making our way downhill , a race marshal pointed us to an offroad track. This was a staircase that we had to take down. When it ended abruptly we had to find a way to the road , and I had my 1st fall. The backpack got stuck on the cycle and i could not balance when i fell – my right knee hit a rock. A swelling but nothing serious.
We were back on tarmac and soon we had an uphill ride to Panhala fort, the last leg was very very steep. I had to dismount once to avoid a collision, but once I dismounted, I  found it impossible to restart cycling without serious exertion. Pushed the bike to the top, and the sun was hurting a bit now. Thankfully ( maybe not), this was the last that we would be seeing the sun for 2 days. We started shortly from this place, and I believe the adventure started in right earnest. We started from here on an offroad path that looked nice and easy at 1st. Then it progressed to a serious downhill of rocks. And finally ended with rocks and slush. I think by the time we finished this section it was late afternoon. And then we went off, in another direction. We started from Masai resort and made our way through a few uphills, all offroad. Finally we reached what looked like the top of a table-top mountain.
Nothing that I’ve seen prepared me for what I would see now. The Masai ‘pathaar’ as it is known in Marathi, is one amazing out-of-the-world place , especially at this time of the year. I could easily make out that I was on top of a mountain, but there was no single peak. Instead, there was a huge tabletop and a flatland as far as the eye could see. It had rained in the recent past.

Masai Valley

Masai Valley , when not wet

The whole place was filled with short grass and the grass had flowered. The flowers were like large violet buttons and in the mist , the whole place looked like a violet carpet. One of those moments in life where you think ‘ God am I not lucky to see this?’ The organizers of the race had put many marshals at various places, and flags. In the dense mist and winds, the flags were invisible. The whistles helped then. The marshals would whistle and we would follow the direction where it came from. On the top of the plateau, we had no other way of figuring out the direction in which to go.  The experience on top of the plateau for me was something that made this entire trip worth it. And given that there is only one kachcha (rugged) road to reach the top, accessible only by bicycle, motorcycle or an all-wheel drive, the place looked quite pristine to me. People who are used to tourist spots in India being trashed will know what I mean.  The end of the trail also meant we had a section where we had to come down on really bad terrain carrying the bicycles. Once we came down from the plateau, we continued cycling on non existent roads on downhills till possibly the fag end of the day. One of the fundamental problems that I faced was that I never really had done any sort of serious off-road cycling, and was , in retrospect extremely defensive in many offroad downhill sections. As a ‘race’, I was pretty sure, we were nowhere in the picture. And one of the race marshalls informed us that we were 5th among 8 teams. Once we were done with the offroad, there was no respite in the final section. The final stretch was a strenuous climb that had a good road. And just as the climb started plateauing off, the roads disappeared as well. I figured this was the idea of the organizers – All the downhills would be on rocks and roads that had not been repaired for 20 years, and we would be going up steep slopes in all the smooth-tarmac sections. Finally we reached the village of Kotwadi.  From here we had to complete a walking loop that led to another table top hill behind the village.
We took the road suggested, missed located the walking trail that led to the top, continued but realized after a while that we were going down rather than up, so retraced our steps to go on top of the hill. As we went up the hill, we had to keep brushing against the shrubbery that was almost hugging the path to the top. Eventually we made it to the top. Then, of course another control. Once we made that control, then we had to go down another hill, and then yet up another hill, and then finally again down that hill. Finally we made our way around the back of the village,and came across what looked like the remnants of an old fort made of stacked up stones. Unfortunately I don’t have any photographs of that place, but you just have to head to Kotwadi village around 40km from Kolhapur to figure out what I am talking about. Of course, it was still raining, and as we came down to the bottom, there was more rain. Eventually we had to wade across some fields, and then some temporary slush streams. These streams meant wading through slippery rocks , flowing water and of course piled up clay, easier to step into than step out.
The ‘sweeping’ team caught up with us on the way down. We were apparently the last set of people to come down to the base. By the time we completed walking towards the village it was quite dark.The approach road to the village had a layer of slush about a feet thick, and I found it prudent to walk without my sandals. By the time we reached the village , it was quite dark. We had to wade through slush for the last 200 meters or so at the entrance of the village. We made our way past the village to the school at the other end.A surreal experience of a dimly lit school in the back ground of the Sahyadri and constant drizzle and muggy weather at night 🙂
I had a really bad upset stomach and decided to take it easy with food for the night. There was one toilet at the back of the school, about 30-40 meters from the classrooms. Only, no paved way to get there and we had to walk over huge slippery stones.
Too bad I don’t have any photographs, but with an upset stomach, we had to walk oer slippery stones to reach the toilet at the back of the school. I carefully searched every step of my pathway making sure i did not step on any snake. Finally I reached the toilet, gently opened the door , flashed my light on the entire floor (of the the Indian toilet), again to ensure there nothing was moving around. Now remember this was a cloudy night and it was pitch black, the light leaking out of the nearby school rooms was too weak. So having thoroughly investigated that there were no snakes on the toilet floor, I proceeded to begin the process of readying myself for the dump. Of course I had carried a bottle of water with me to aid in the cleaning later on.

In case you have never seen an Indian toilet,this explains well.

So I held the torch in my mouth and held the water bottle in my hand, I heard the sound of a small piece of plastic falling below. I scanned the floor again with my torch and noticed that a bottle cap had fallen below and it had made it to the drain of the Indian toilet. My immediate reaction was one of irritation. I was upset with myself for not screwing the lid of my bottle of water properly. I felt the open mouth of my bottle, but was surprised to see the lid still there. I had actually come to this toilet to take a leak while waiting for Dipankar and Meera to finish the cycling leg of Day 1. Dipankar of course was giving company to Meera, and motivating her to the final stretches. Then I remembered that when  I had come to the toilet at that time, there was a bottle cap on the small window sill towards the wall of the toilet facing the hillside. Now why did that fall down. I directed my flashlight that side and for a moment my heart skipped a beat. I saw what looked to me like a small Russell’s Viper making its way out through the small gap between the mildly corrugated ceiling and the wall. The snake was not a full grown one but not a baby either. I gather from the scales that it was a Russell’s viper, but didn’t really see the head. The head had disappeared before I managed to catch a glimpse. The rest of the body made its way through the gap. The tail was still about half a feet from my face when I as seeing this. And in an instance the enormity of what did not happen struck me. My face was within striking distance of a snake for at least 15-20 seconds. The snake probably decided that getting out was a better defence than giving me a bite on the face.
Obviously I did not dare complete my dump right there. I went out of the latrine, and made my way up the path that meandered into the hills and relieved myself on the roadside (of course, again checking for snakes). Once my stomach felt soothed a little I went back to the school classroom where Ashok Captain, the famous herpetologist and cyclist was relaxing. He mentioned that Russell’s Vipers do exist in the area , but the snake is unlikely to return having encountered a human being. Quite true, but doing it in the open felt safer way than squatting in the narrow confines with the knowledge that a snake might be lurking nearby. I had to relieve myself a couple of times before everybody crashed for the night.

The entire area was pitch black. Since it was 100% cloudy there was no night light either (except from the school building itself). I had not got a change of clothes, expecting to sleep in the same clothes I was carrying.I had accounted for a little bit of rain and expected my body heat to take care of the drying. But given the constant rain that we encountered, and the humid weather, there was no way I could dry myself. It was getting cold as well, but thankfully it was too cold for any musquitoes to breed.

On top of it, we were the last to come back to the school after our final walk. They had laid down beds on the floor of the school room with a blanket. I got to take the one nearest to the door. So to make myself warm at night, I took off my T-shirt and slept barebodied, without my jersey which I had hung out to dry.  However I had to leave my wet cycling shorts on my person. At night I must cramped all over my body about 10-15 times. By morning I got used to the cramps. When I got up I was still cold, and even in the morning I had to go take a dump and it was still very watery.So I skipped breakfast completely.

Day two started a little late , apparently due to bad visibility. Given that the organizers had promised a tougher day. It was one hell of a task getting warmed up for the ride. My body told me to go back to sleep but I knew that things get to normal after a few 100meters, so put on my *wet* jersey back on and stretch (or shiver) I  decided to fast and stick to diluted Gatorade to sustain myself till I felt 100% okay. I wasn’t feeling too well either, and my body was shivering. And on top of it, my jersey was still wet, it had not dried up overnight in the muggy weather. I had hung it on a door latch hoping that it would at least partially dry off. . Thankfully by the time we pedalled up the gentle uphill my body got used to it. We were told that today was mostly off-road , I was just hoping that there were not too many steep downhills on complete non-roads, that had slowed me down a lot yesterday. We started off with a long flat to downhill stretch.I still wasn’t a reall off-roadie. Eventually we saw a lot of the participants having to deal with a lot of punctures. There was some donwhills and I was extra careful on the downhills. At one point I was left behind. We went past a village where the slush was really deep and the mud really lose. My cycle brakes got completely jammed. There was a slippery uphill section where the soil was really lose. With every roll of the wheel, my tires would gather enough clay to jam the wheel. I would clear it manually and again push.A few times I slipped back (This was slightly uphill) Given that my cycle was jammed and I was really weak(my mind had gone into a go slow mode with my tiredness) my brain also stopped working I guess. I kept clearing the muck off my tyres and break and progressing about 1 metre at a time. It took me more than 1.5 hours, (probably 2+) to traverse a distance of about 100 meters. Dipankar came back looking for me and asked me to disconnect the brakes. I couldn’t believe that such a solution did not strike me earlier.(shows what happens when you can’t think straight) He had lost his way and had gone off to a different direction. As we were We went ahead and after a km I found a stream. I decided to try and wash my cycle. Dipankar warned me that it could result in more mud being jammed into the wheels but I was quite frustated and wanted to clear the muck completely, so I washed my cycle anyways. Thankfully after crossing this stream the ground became a little firmer and my cycle did not get filled with muck again.

Till we reached this point, I was so slow that the sweeping crew kept catching up with me. They told us that we were probably too late if they kept catching up with us. If they beat us to the next control ,then we would have to call off. At one point I tried to speed up but lost balance, and given my condition took a little longer to get going. I don’t quite recall whether the volunteers called me ‘Uncle’ or ‘Sir’, but their demenaour definitely suggested ‘Grandpa’. I think i was given some friendly advice that it was not so important to finish the race at risk to my person. My mind actually interpreted it as ‘Dude, don’t faint or break a few bones, or worse , collapse and die of strain, your age related frailties are obvious to us’. Though I tried not to show it, it felt like a not so gentle GPL. I did not want to let it known that i had fasted for nearly a day now, so pushed hard and finally managed to reach the next control. Meera was waiting for us here for about 2 hours +. That was nice of her, as she could have gone ahead on her own and completed the ride (She would have got a personal completion certificate).
We were told we had to make it by 5pm to the final stretch , which involved cycling on a real road. Meera had some melted cheese slices and day old bread, she was good enough to give all that to me. I wolfed it down, since i no longer felt weak with the infection but very hungry. And since Meera had waited for us here, it made sense to try and complete. I told her I would be fast hereon. I wasn’t lying. I had conquered my offroad demons, and my stomach infection had cleared by now, and I did feel a little energetic. Dipankar was ambivalent , he has the knack of enjoying any circumstance.

After this we managed to speed up, and thankfully i was much more confident by this time on the stones and the downhills and didn’t slow down to a crawl on encountering slippery surfaces, i also managed to confidently cycle through mild slush despite slipping on occassions. This part was still fun, riding through a wet forest with criss-crossing streams, wading through villages, and more offroad downhills. There were a couple of stretches where we had to climb on rocks whcih had become temporary cascades in the rain. The next control that we reached, the folks were surprised that we were still around because the last group had passed more than 2 and a half hours ago and they were about to wind up , not expecting anybody else.

A Stretch on Day Two

A Stretch on Day 2

We managed to go through the remaining sections quite fast and reached the final road section well before 5. This last section had everything. One foot+ deep slush through which we had to wade, uneven downhills through which we had to descend and meadows , beautiful ones, though not as out of the world as the ones on Day 1. Eventually on reaching Mhasavade, we hit a tar road, and rode there for about 2-6km before reaching the next control. When we reached the control, the folks manning were surprised to see us, as they were not expecting any team now to make it.However we were told that the group ahead of us were not more than an hour ahead. That meant that we had gained significant time. We were stamped on our cards alright and then proceeded to the final stretch which was a rolling but mostly uphill stretch. But the guys from the destination had begun winding up. 3 teams had already finished in both categories, and there were just few teams left. They just picked up riders on the way back. We loaded our cycles on trucks and boarded the bus to Kolhapur. However, we were not the only teams not to make it to the final destination, there were a couple of others too.
Once we were inside the bus, I started feeling a bit cold. But to me the second day’s experience was memorable. I managed to ride a good distance on all sorts of terrain with significant climbs on an empty stomach, and managed to cycle offroad with a little degree of confidence. An elderly gentleman, who happenned to be the oldest of the group was gorged on all over by leeches. I checked my hands and legs, found a leech bite on my left forearm. Amazing how they manage to find their way through clothing. Once we reached Kolhapur, we took our bikes and went back to the hotel.
One curious feature of the hotel was that all the helpers were recent migrants from West Bengal. None of them knew a word of Marathi.It was amusing to see Dipankar talk to them but Meera unable to make conversation. In the middle of the night I woke up with pain under my soles, I found a small wound that was festering. I put on some Krack cream on it and the pain subsided, enabling me to grab some sleep
I drove back from Kolhapur to Pune in the morning. On reaching Pune I found that my soles were still hurting. In the daylight hours it was apparent that there was a very small open wound and something had gone in. I cleaned the wound, and used a safety pin to extract mostly dirt from the wound, bought some Coconut Oil and turmeric powder, made a paste and put it on the wound.  Thankfully it healed by the end of the day.

You can checkout the 2nd edition of the race here

http://ruggedsahyadri.com/index.php

Its sure to get your heart beats up, and dang, in this year’s monsoon, you are bound to enjoy it. Do carry a change of clothes for Day two though. You can check out the official photographs of last year’s edition

https://www.facebook.com/ruggedsahyadri/photos_stream

I strongly recommend checking out this years race if you have the time on the weekend of Aug 31- Sep 1st. And my apologies for this late and curtailed blog-post. I had written up most of this last year, but my motivation to post it ebbed. But with the next edition around the corner, I thought it was a good enough time for a refresher.

My accidental longest barefoot run

Maamara Ilai mele aa ~~~ aaa ~~~~
Maamara Ilai mele, maarghazhi pani pole ~~~

I got woken out of my reverie. Last I heard some other Ilayaraja number ( Idayil Kai… – from Unnal Mudiyum Thambi) inside my head, and this rude interruption drew my brain into a tizzy, trying to make sense out of my immediate surroundings. The next realization was that this sound was coming through a wire that attached itself to an earpiece which was belting it out (or rather in) to my ear. The other end of the wire was connected to my cell phone. Now I realized what was happenning. Somebody was calling me in the middle of a run. And I had set this unique ringtone for my wife, so it had to be her. My 1st instinct was to ignore it, figured I’d call her back,but she normally doesn’t call me while I am on the run, so I figured it might be something important like one of my sons deciding that this was his day to go on a 20km solo ride without informing his parents. But the green light in front of me was going to last for a few more seconds, so decided to cross the road before picking up the phone. So I dashed off to the other side of the traffic light ( any speed counts as a dash when done on legs that feel like logs) Anything where the weekly GoGreen ride starts (The RIS junction), and pick the call (Endomondo goes on auto-pause)
Me : Hello.
M’lady : Where are you?
Me : Running
M’lady : Thats a really long run. you have been away for a while
Me : Yes, I decided to keep going , so it has taken time.
She : You have to drop Vaibhav to his class. That starts at 10am sharp. So you have to leave by 9:45
Me : (Looking at my mobile, that said 9:23) Hmmm, I can’t do that today, I don’t think I can make it by that time. My legs are pretty tired.
She : (Sounding a little Aghast at my disturbing piece of information) You mean you can’t drop him today.
Me : Yes.
==End of Conversation=====
I continued running but spotted a 215C coming my way. Ran to the bus stop and decided to take the bus. Took it and sat inside. After it travelled a couple of blocks, figured I might reach by around 9:45, called home and told my wife I should be there by 9:45. Okay, she said, but please don’t make him ride today, he’ll be late , you guys won’t have enough time. Okay , I say.
I start reminiscing about the events of the day ( and immediate past) that led to this unusual situation. For the past few days, I have been unsuccessfully trying to increase my running distance from a measly 2-3km. I was doing multiple laps of my apartment Given that I was focusing on increasing my speed, and was failing miserably, I ended up calling off all attempted runs at about 2-3km. So in an attempt to at least push it to 5-6km if not 10 I decided to hit the road (after nearly a month). I decided to head to Puttenahalli lake. As I came close to the 1km mark, I realized I had marked the workout as a ‘riding workout’. Promptly stopped marking it at 950 meters and restarted from one end of the lake. I managed to do this distance at about 5:45/km so decided to do a few km going towards JP Nagar. One adv of running on the raods is that if you decide to call off a run, you need to run homewards using the shortest route, adding up precious distance to the workout. So off I went past the OnMobile office , crossing the 2km mark and decided to run towards Delmia circle. Once I reached the area close to JPNagar ring road, decided to at least try to run the mini-forest stretch. In the middle of this stretch, I completed 4km. If I returned at this point via 24th main, I would have made it 10km at least. I decided to run towards 4th block via East End main road and then take a call. I was finding it difficult to do better than 6min/km , having started the day with a bit of chest discomfort, and I did not really want to exhaust myself during the ride. As I neared 4th block, I crossed the 7th km mark. I decided to head towards the 3rd block swimming pool and Madhavan park. Once I reached Madhavan park, it felt like a travesty not going upto Lalbagh.So I duly went towards Lalbagh. It helped that the distance crossed 9km by the time I reached Siddapura gate. Since it was around 8:20 when I reached there, I decided to enter the park, and find a way to the West gate. I decide to explore a running route inside the park. By the time I got out I had crossed 11km. Crossed 8th main, and found a tender coconut vendor. Took my only break. Only when I stopped did I realize that I was quite exhausted.
Not finding any coconut with a little kernel, I settled for 100% Coconut water. After downing one tender Coconut , I started to pay up, when the vendor told me ‘ You should have one more , Sir ‘. That sounded like the cheesiest sales pitch I had heard for a long time – but – it worked! I asked him to give me another. After 2 TCs I started running again, and suddenly found it tough to run. I decided to try and ensure i did not cross the 7min/km mark. This of course was a massive climb-down from my goal of trying to achieve a 5min/km speed. Took the diagonal road towards Basavangudi, and then headed through PT road to South End Circle and then 4th block. From here, I reached 11th Main, Jayanagar 5th block and went towards the Apple iStore circle. I barely managed to hold on to this limit when I crossed the Raghavendra Math and the phone call came.
Once I decided to call off the run and took the bus, exhaustion overcame me. Once I reached home , Vaibhav was ready, and I dropped him off on the scooter.
As we waited for the elevator, I started asking him questions.
Me : Son, do you know the way to the class?
Son: Yes
Me : Can you bike there , alone?
Son : Yes

P a u s e

Son : But Appa
Me : Yes

P a u s e

Son : Amma won’t allow it
Me : I know that, but you tell me if you are confident of doing the distance alone.
Son : But the traffic?
Me : What about it?
Son : I am not confident about handling the traffic.
Me : Okay

Dropped him and came back, and the next question to me was whether I ran with a group. My wife continued to be an avowed barefoot skeptic , and still was afraid of suffering cuts from random glass pieces strewn across town. A few more questions about barefoot running, and about the glass piece searching for my sole.

At the end, I was happy that I did a 16km ride without planning, marginally boosting my confidence of doing a decent job of the SCMM HM, which is what I am gunning for. Though the stark realization that I needed to train, also remains. Post this ride, my better half managed to run her 1st sub-1 hour 10k, so she’s less of a barefoot skeptic and more of an enthusiast.

Link to the actual workout.

September 29th, 2012 ride to Anchetti

Kanakapura road is quite scenic as far as highways go, but the road from Harohalli to Anchetti via Maralavadi is something else altogether! A well-surfaced, quiet, narrow road  nestled in the hills and forests. Quite amusing to see notices of “Elephant Corridor — Elephants have right of way!” .  It’s a very rolling ride with long ascents that can sap you.
— Sreepathi Pai

There is a  non stop upward incline on the way back from Anchetti, the one where you didn’t really see hills but are climbing like crazy – Vivek Radhakrishnan

Personally, I found this ride more challenging than Bheemeshwari especially some sections on our roadbikes were bone-jarring to say the least. There was a fair interspersing of climbs which made it a tough ride. – Dr Arvind Bhateja

These are three quotable quotes that I picked up from the annals of BBC from two rides organized on this route.

There was a time in 2009-2010 when the legendary Yogesh Rao used to send about 100 mails a day , motivating Bangalore riders to participate in monthly long rides organized away from every part of Bangalore. This , from my memory was a good tonic for regulars as well as folks who had recently taken up cycling. Other than saving time and money on commutes, the prospect of exciting weekend getaways on the cycle did attract a lot of people to cycling. Personally this was the 1st time I rode a real long ride (100+ with serious climbs). I had done it the 1st time with a day old bike, and never realized that this was one of the toughest rides in town. (I was a long ride newbie and probably any ride would have sucked the ride out of me )

Blog of my 1st long ride

You can read about what folks reported for that first big long ride that I remember.
Junta Speaks

Of late, after the stonehill race, Georg had organized a ride in the Magadi-Ramnagar region, that had its fair share of participants. I have been away from Bangalore for a while, so had stopped riding much in Bangalore. Also the fact that it had been 10 months since I had been to Anchetti made me want to ride that route again. I figured, I’d spread the word around a bit. My 1st target group was a bunch of Brevet riders who rode the 300,400 and 600 and a recce with me. They evinced interest (Only Aman turned up from that group, thats a different matter). I decided to announce to the cycling fora in Bengaluru as well , to check interest for the ride. And I tried and did it at least 2 weeks in advance. About 18 said they’d come, however 12 turned up. One of them, Anil decided to ride back at Harohalli. Karthik turned up unannounced, and Manjula and Sohan were notable absentees (There were other, but remember these two, since I was expecting them).
The goal was to start very early, and have breakfast at Maralvadi instead of Harohalli , to enable us to start the climbs earlier. I briefed everyone about the route at the start point, at Harohalli and finally at Maralvadi.
As expected the frontrunners went ahead, and stopped as instructed just before the Harohalli bus stand. The rest of us caught up with them, and we waited for all riders, did a count and figured that 11 riders were set for Anchetti. A 12th ride was on the route, expecting to go on to Mysore. Anil Kadsur wanted to turn back at Harohalli, having some work – presumably the urgent matter of running a quick HM to attend to.

Waiting for the platoon to arrive at Harohalli

Waiting for the platoon to arrive at Harohalli

Taking stock at Harohalli

Taking stock at Harohalli

We rode ahead to Maralvadi, and I rode with Ashok at a relaxed pace, conscious not to miss the lagging riders.Once we reached Maralvadi, we located an idli shop, and had Thatte idli. The chutney and sambar were quite spicy, so relaxed on the side offerings.

After Maralvadi, I rode with Sreeju,Parag and Ankush. I relished the 1st long elevation gain. I gathered from Parag that there were 3 ahead of us, which meant 4 were following. The group went ahead of me in the long downhill ( I think, don’t clearly remember). I felt like a quick sip and a snack at some point, and when I stopped I realized realized that the sun was out. Given that my sunscreen was packed to my pannier, I took out a handy 1ml satchet of coconut oil and smeared my face , neck and the exposed skin on my arms with it. At some distance before KaaduShivanahalli (this is the 1st time I got the name right, thanks to a few hoardings in Kannada in the village), I took a break and applied some sunscreen.

27 kms from Harohall

27kms from Harohalli. This place is possibly about 40km from Bangalore as the crow flies. Amazingly serene

I got a call from Ashok, and it was apparent he had headed off i a different direction. I guided him to the right route, and not being able to figure out who the other 3 guys behind were, I decided to head back. I met Dipanjan on the way ( a rider who had followed us , unannounced), he knew the route and had decided to head this way , knowing that a bunch of us were riding it. I went past Sreedhar, then Ravindra, and finally reached Ashok. Given that he had deviated a bit and come back, I figured he had to be the rearguard guy. So from this point onwards, I rode with Ashok, bringing up the rear. Sumit, Aman and Karthik were probably far ahead.
There is a deviation on the route just on the final stretch to Hunsanahalli , the right goes to Kanankapura and the left to Hunsanahalli. This was the point that I had asked riders to watch out for. Unfortunately well before this route, on a sharp downhill bend, a road takes off to the left. Some guys (including Ashok) had got confused here.
There were a lot of butterflies on the route , many times dangerously getting in the way. My spokes killed a few specimen. As Ashok said, there were a huge amount of butterflies from Hunsanahalli to Anchetti as we headed into Tamil Nadu. The greenery in Tamil Nadu is a little more canopy-ish , never realized this before (The Karnataka section was more bush – like)
I got phone calls from Sandeep and Sreedhar at Anchetti that they had reached. Meanwhile Dhawal also got in touch with me.

Parag finished his lunch at Denkanikotta when we were about 10km before. I knew we could get there fast. I knew there was one tough climb at Marakatta , near the Agro -Forestry institute. It was always difficult to explain to a mixed group of riders on the difficulty of the ride.

The stretch from Hunsanahalli seemed to increase the presence of Butterflies. I was happy that I wore protective glasses for the day, something that I don’t always carry. May of the butterflies just crashed to my eyes , to my clothes and on to the spokes, meeting their tragic end. We reached Anchetti slowly (me and Ashok) with Ravindra following maybe 500 meters behind.

We lost Ravindra once we reached Anchetti, and he became unreachable on mobile. I had a lunch of a double omelette and Ashok downed some Parothas, then we started off from Anchetti. I warned folks about the double hair-pin and the slightly steep slopes around there. I had to stayed back at Anchetti for sometime , since I found my eyewear missing. Located it in a shop, rehydrated and started back. I didn’t see anybody till I crossed the hairpins and then after sometime, caught hold of Ravindra, and then Ankush, Sandeep ,Sreedhar and Ashok. Got a call from Parag,and quickly exchanged this information. He was surprised that Ankush and Sandeep were behind. After riding sometime, Ashok told of his intentions to quit at Denkanikotta, while the remaining wanted to ride back. Again, some quick co-ordination with Parag, who said he’d wait ad Denkanikotta so that we catch up and ride together. So all of us went to Denkanikottai, we went to the local Saravana Bhavan, some juice and buttermilk later, were set to start again. Unfortunately we came up against a police roadblock due to the Ganesh immersion processions. It took us probably another half an hour for the police to remove the blockade from Hosur road, and we went ahead. Sreedhar had taken a head start and was ahead. We caught up midway to Hosur , and took a break for 45 minutes, with some folks even taking a quick catnap. We stopped at Ramkrishna Lunch Home, Mathigiri for a pre-dinner carbloading session. Highlights were
1) An argument on whether long rides help in burning calories or building bulk, inconclusive – but the food was good
2) The local dogs had gathered , and a few of us ended up feeding them – good for them too.
Ankush started ahead at this point along with Sreedhar. The remaining threesome road steadily on Hosur road, this part of the ride possibly being the fastest. However this was also the most painful with the constant honking, sounds and dust of the busy highway. Once we went off the main highway and went via the contours of Madiwala lake, I relaxed a bit, and the resultant cool down of the body meant that I pretty much slowly trudged home.

I am no expert on grading difficulty of rides, but here is a summary

1)The ride is more difficult than Nandi.
2)There are a few tough climbs , but no single long climb like Nandi.
3) From 47km to about 130km mark, you rarely come across a flatland. It is either uphill or downhill.

Not a ride for the fainthearted. But well rewarded with majestic vistas, bountiful greenery, good climbs and long downhills in forest sections. A few of these descents are almost straight, so as you careen down, you see well in advance of you approaching a spot.

The total trip distance for me read 198.53km, that included the ~8km detour that I took to catch up with Ashok

PS: Some quotes from the ride that I cannot forget.

  • If I show a photo of the surroundings, I can easily claim that I spent the weekend in Coorg. Look around you, hills all around  – Ashok Kaliyamurthy
  • Those climbs near Denkanikottai are the most killing. You think that the worst climbs are over, and then , again you are looking at a steep incline – Ankush

PPS : Blogs by fellow riders

Parag’s report on the ride

Aman’s ride report

Alpha-1 antitrypsin deficiency

Alpha-1 antitrypsin deficiency is a rare genetic condition. You can read about it here.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alpha_1-antitrypsin_deficiency

It is a serious condition that is expected to lead to complications in the patient by middle age. The only available *so-called treatment* came  in the late 90’s

Here is a quote from the above wikipedia article. Note the lack of long-term studies.”In the United States, Canada, and several European countries, lung-affected A1AD patients may receive intravenous infusions of alpha-1 antitrypsin, derived from donated human plasma.This augmentation therapy is thought to arrest the course of the disease and halt any further damage to the lungs. Long-term studies of the effectiveness of A1AT replacement therapy are not available.”
And of course, the treatment is expensive , about $8000 a month, and has been thought about as the only recourse to the sufferers.

Now here is the actual story of a guy whose Doctor decided to wait on the medication despite it being available.
The guy in question meanwhile started cycling regularly as part of an exercise regimen, and over time , became an avid cyclist. Needless to say, the condition will exist for the lifetime of the person. But his lung function actually became *above-average* without any medication after cycling regularly. In his own words. You read and decide what to make of it.

Read on ……

I had my annual pulmonary function test (PFT) yesterday, and I’ll spare the details for anyone who doesn’t want to take the time by saying, my lungs are healthy and I have no reason for concern.

But… it turns out that things could have been very different for us over the past 10 years. For years my pulmonologist, Dr. Harris, was requesting that I have PFTs twice a year, and only a few years ago reduced that to once a year. He’d say, “you’re a ticking time bomb. We’ve got to keep a careful watch on things so we can begin the alpha-1 antitrypsin replacement therapy before any significant damage occurs.” This treatment became available on the market in the late 90s and is prohibitively expensive, about $8000/month. The price hasn’t changed since then.

When I had my first PFT with Dr. Harris in 2002, my test results were somewhat below average, but still within the “normal range”. Dr. Harris had several other patients with low alpha-1 antitrypsin levels (not as low as mine), and all had developed emphysema. But, he couldn’t draw any conclusions from that, since they were also smokers (talk about your Darwin award candidates…). He told me there was no reason to start the alpha-1 replacement therapy unless I dropped below the normal range, but it was a serious watch item.

So… over the past 10 years, my lung functionality has not only not deteriorated, but it has improved over where I first began. I was just below average when I started having these, and now I am slightly better than average.

With the improvement in my lung functionality, Dr. Harris has gained enough confidence to require only 1 PFT/year, and yesterday, let me in on some information I suspect he didn’t think would have served any positive purpose to have told me back in 1992. If I had seen him a year prior, he would have recommended that I immediately start the alpha-1 antitrypson replacement therapy. Apparently, it had been quite the revolution when it was introduced to the market, and it was generally regarded in the medical field as something that doctors had a moral obligation to seek for patients that had super low alpha-1 antitrypsin levels, even if it meant doing battle with insurance companies. It was within the months before I first saw him in 1992 that a number of papers were published based on studies that suggested otherwise, and the medical field experienced kind of an awakening to the fact that the drug company that produced the therapy was behind much of the information that suggested it was a must-have for my condition. So, as a result, I became his first alpha-1 antitrypsin-deficient patient for whom he did not put onto the treatment. Since then, he’s had several more, who he also did not start on the treatment, and who’s conditions have not worsened.

So, I got lucky. It would have meant several significant strings attached to my lifestyle if I had been on the therapy this whole time. It might have significantly changed our financial situation, and the medication would have introduced other risks that could have caused severe additional complications. Plus, who knows what kind of facilities I would have required in order to have it administered. And, as he points out, we’d now be looking the results over the past 10 years, with my lung functionality improving, thinking it was entirely due to the fortunate existence of modern medicine and this therapy.

There’s no saying for sure that I won’t have to start the therapylater in life, but I feel pretty fortunate that I haven’t had to thus far.

Love to all,
-D

PS : The gent in question is Derek Shaffer (who’s commented below). I had initially left out names for privacy reasons. I haven’t had the good fortune of meeting him,but happen to know his mother-in-law, the avid bird-watcher, insect-watcher, photographer, cyclist , famous blogger, etc. Deepa-ji, forgive me if I have missed out something. Here is a link to her blog.

My 1000km ride , in brief

It might be a while before I find the time to describe the experiences and emotions that I went through while doing the 1000k but decided to take out time to do a quick jot-down of a gist of my experience.

  • Learning from 600k. Help yourself before helping others. Stay focused on finishing your own stuff. Be prepared to ride all alone for the 1000k if necessary. To that end I stopped listening to music while riding for 2 months.Did a 240km Mysore – Bandipur – masinagudi – 4th hairpin – masinagudi mysore ride in intense heat without any gadgetry.
  • Ride started somewhere between 4 – 4:30 pm. Raman and Sohan took the lead in getting out of the city. I overtook them on the Nelamangala flyover
  • Started raining after the Nelamangala flyover. Put on my rain jacket. Kept it on for the rest of the day/night.
  • Rain stopped soon after. I had a quick food break at Kamath, Dobbspet
  • A motorcyclist reported 7-8 cycists 2 km behind. I waited for a short while around Tumkur. Continued.
  • A pillion rider insisted I take his *hand* to go to Hiriyur. Tried to explain the concept of a self-supported ride. Gave up. Requested him to please move on.
  • Another motorcyclist reported 7-8 cyclists about 7km behind, just before I touched Greenland
  • 2 double-omelettes and a tea at Greenland. No sign of other cyclists.
  • Reached the dreaded windy uphill area after Aimangala toll booth about 00:30 am. Struggled to control my cycle , strong crosswinds from left to right , pushing me into traffic. One gust made my bike skid abut 1/2 a feet ( I think). Thankfully no damage done.
  • Got confused by a left sign that said Chitradurga. Went into a service lane. Called up Sreepathi who opined Chitradurga exit should not be confusing.
  • Further down the road the exit came. Went to an ATM at 2:15 or so. Slept a little. Woke up at 3:00 and waited for some 10 minutes.
  • Lost my way inside Chitradurga. Asked the locals for directions to get out. Got out.
  • Started feeling sleepy and tired. Meandered towards Ghar Dhaba. Wanted to reach by 8:30 am. Probably reached around 9:30am. Heat was killing me.
  • Ghar Dhaba had now become “Kamat Upachar” – Awesome. Had a breakfast/nature/nap break. Started again.
  • Good for a while, then found the going tough. Kept drifting into sleep.
  • My first attempt at sleeping by the road side. Stayed well of the shoulder, used my cycle as a barricade. Lasted few minutes maybe. Sun was on me, sleep tough.
  • Continued. On a road to Asundi, there was an arch. That seemed to have some shade. Slept for a few minutes. Woke up hearing a loud horn. A bus. Honked. Just to wake me up. Felt disgusted.
  • Decided to enter Haveri town. Had 1.5 glasses of lassi. There was a huge gathering for a mass wedding in the heart of the city. Everybody was curious. I answered them in my Kannada to the best of my abilities.
  • Started drizzling. Quickly went back to the highway, hoping to use the shade. No luck. Sun started killing again. And of course headwinds a constant phenomenon.
  • Found a tree on a field off the road, decided to trespass and sleep. 5 minutes was showered by lots of leaves. Looked up. Hanuman Langurs unhappy to see me in their territory. New learning. Langurs do exist in human habitations. Left, had to.
  • Entered the hills, Hubli wasn’t far away.
  • Had to answer Nature’s big call. In a village. No obvious place. Asked the villagers. They pointed to where they do *it*. I proceeded there and did *it*.
  • Reached Hubli at around 5:40 or so. Was pushing, very tired. Found the corporation bank ATM.
  • Had Coconut water 1st time in the trip. Ate some kernel. Had a curd rice in a hotel. Felt better, hit the road again. Was 7+ by now. Giving up hope on others. Hubli TS closed at 7:20pm.
  • Entered the highway, attacked it with gusto. Tough. Kept drifting into semi-consiousness and out of it. On an undivided highway. Was conscious of the danger but unconscious. Figure!
  • Kept taking micro-naps , riding and again sleeping. At one point when I blanked out, I checked my odo. Was about 7km extra. Had no clue how I got there. Was in a very hallucinatory state.
  • Relaxed, pushed ahead. Drank a coke in the last hotel I found. Hoped it would help. It did, to a point.
  • Again dozed off in a highway construction area behind barricades.
  • Got up, started cycing. A group of men ran from all sides, brandishing torchlights straight at me. Surrounded me.
  • Heard vague sounds of bomb, bomb. One of them physically restrained me. Volleyed questions at me.
  • I answered in Kannada. Saw some of them relax a little. Others kept up the pressure, they suspected my tail-light was a timing LED device.
  • They wanted explanations as to why I was doing what I was doing. I reasoned that a cyclist is bound to get tired after a while and use some rest.
  • Again, heated confabulations among themselves as to how to deal with this strange situation.
  • Eventually they demanded they search me and all my belongings. I let them. Finally they got convinced. They let me go. I did, relaxed a little.
  • It dawned on me later on that the reason they held me was to prevent me from pressing that button that would blow us all up.
  • Tried sleeping again, short while. As I got up, a highway patrol vehicle came up. Again the questions. I realized there aren’t too many people enthused in this world about a lonely cyclist who cycles alone at night in a highway.
  • They told me to get in their vehicle since I was tired. They would drop me to the nearest Dhaba to rest. I told them that it was not allowed. They said they were well within their rights. I told them “Not allowed for me”. More talk, more arguments. Finally I convinced them that I’ll walk for a while, use it to refresh myself and then cycle. I did , only to realize that walking was also tough. Decided to take a sitting nap and make a final dash. Sat by the side, closed my eyes, napped.
  • Started , slowly. Just as I gathered momentum, Whoooosh, whoooosh.
  • 2 cyclists. Knew one of them had to be Opendro. Asked them to stop for a sec. Told them we’d ride together. Opendro & Deepak they were. Finally my hallucinations disappeared.
  • Entered Belgaum town. Took a while to find the ATM. Found it, used it. Lied outside the ATM. Too many musquitoes. Went inside
  • Vinay D Raj showed up. Eventually all 4 of us inside.
  • Prepared to leave. Cops showed up. Interrogated us for a good 1 -1.5 hours. Took photographs, phone numbers, checked IDs of us.
  • Sleepy folks. We refilled water and had tea on a roadside dabba.
  • Raced on the highway , covering 100+km in hilly terrain in 3.5 hours. Phew!
  • Entered town, took ATM slips.
  • Ate breakfast. Idli wadas , kesari and khara bath. Deepak gawked at me and Opendro feasting on the ghee laden Kesari. Obviously we were not textbook nutritionists.
  • Jayaprakash of Go Green, Hubli caught us outside. Awesome meeting a cyclist. Arranged a lodge room. we slept. I gave my cell to him to charge.
  • He came back in 2 hours, we slept 1.5. Had a charged phone, so could now keep it on more. Called Rohini, who was happy that now I had 3 more people with me.
  • JP escorted us out of town. We continued. Opendro diagnosed the sound from my hubs as grease grinding on the ball bearings. Thank goodness for the specimen samples of Oleum Cocos Nucifera that I always carry. Put it in the hubs. Sound disappeared.
  • Further down, heavy rain. Grease from Open’s hub washed way. Again C.oil to the rescue. Temporarily, albeit
  • Bankapur toll plaza, he found a mechanic, fitted his hub with grease. My multi-size wrench came in handy. Yay!
  • We rode till till Kamath. Took a 1.5 hour dinner break. Bad idea. I again started hallucinating. Wasted another 30 mins try ing to rest me and get me some tea.
  • I said, let me try going all out to kill the sleep. Worked. Cycled like a maniac with Opendro nipping at my legs, (possibly scared ). Covered about 25-30km in 45 mins (don ‘t remember exact number – Open would) Had to finally relax it was too much effort.
  • Again after a while , hallucinations. Open and Vinay went ahead. Deepak stayed with me. God knows what life secrets I shared with him. Once we caught up, I slept for 2 minutes. Now felt okay. Raced to Chitradurga.
  • Open and Deepak rushed towards some random exit, while I hollered that the exit was ahead and I was alert (Nobody believed me)
  • we entered town, went to the ATM and got slips. I was ready to continue. Got glares.
  • Looked for lodges, checked out lousy ones.
  • Auto guy comes , takes us to a lodge. Collects commission from lodge. Decent place. I put moov on my legs to avoid getting a cramp.
  • Morning wake up. Open the door. A marriage party guy asks me if I am from the music band. I look at myself, then at them and say “No”.
  • Have a tea at the base of the flyover on the highway. Deepak asks me to cycle at good pace. I end up racing ahead.
  • Start seeing folks returning from 600, 400 , etc. Waved to Aman.
  • Found Nirmal and Mustafa on the side relaxing. Stopped by for a quick chat. They were returning from 400. Told them I wanted to return early.
  • Stopped at Kamath, Sira. Sugarcane juice/Idliwada/coffee. Called up my wife then Venkat the warrior, told them I didn’t want to risk going too late final day, after the prev two days hallucinations.
  • Saw Open/Deepak going past. Ran outside with the coffee cup in hand. Waiter gave me a wierd look. They went ahead, too late to notice me.
  • Thought I’d catch up, never did.
  • Caught up with Vinay, borrowed my unfair share of dry fruits.
  • Rested ahead, Arvind caught up. Heat was on now. From experience decided to relax till Tumkur and then cycle fast.
  • Met Rajanikanth ( they guy who cycles 200km to recover from bike accidents, not the movie star). Chatted, cycled for a while.
  • Cute guy, he dialled Rohini and made me talk to her. I told her I’d be there around 3:30-4 at end-point. Knew she’d come. She didn’t know I knew she’d come. Thought it was to be a surprise. Unfortunately Venkat announced to the world.
  • Cycled very fast now, but took lots of breaks, a tea break where the lady refused to take money , telling me it was a privilege to serve a guy who cycled 1000km. These guys make the ride more worthwhile than any one else. I forced her to accept the payment. Filled my bottle with water from her drum.
  • Passed Sandeep, Ramesh Palani, Manjula and others. Alternate catch up and Go ahead. Took another break for some coke. Finally felt confident that I wouldn’t pass out before end-point again.
  • Before left to Hesarghatta, got a flat. Rajani caught up. I just decided to walk. 2-3 km walk v/s puncture fix. Former wins.
  • Bad co-ordination with Opendro who decided to come back to give me his cycle. Instead got a puncture.
  • Arvind gave me his bike. I took it. Only to realize height , saddle position all different. Trundled slowly , missed the SBI atm. Had a huge reception waiting for me. including my favourite members of my fan club- my kids. Took an ATM slip from the bank above.
  • Completely overwhelmed by how many people knew I was riding 1000k, and genuinely felt happy for me.
  • Happy to see so many cyclists completing their rides. The timed finish is a great idea.
  • Had cake, and some Iced Eskimo. Soothing for a severely sore throat.
  • Venkat hired a Meru Indigo merina. Dropped Open somewhere in Jayanagar. Reached home. End of amazing 3 days.

General ostentatious gyan on a 1000k

  1. Fatigue makes it difficult to ride the 300 per day quota after day 1. 
  2. 1000k (or more ) rides are no place for squeamishness. No place to sleep , sleep by the side of the road. No place to answer nature’s call, do it in the bushes
  3. You need to prepare , period. Don’t expect to get up one day and do a 1000k
  4. You need luck, something can still go wrong.