Aati kya khandala part 2 .
PNL and AJ join us from behind, PNL waving his hand fanatically asking us for a halt. We stop on a small bridge just below the descent. We are about 40 kms away from Lonavala.
Everyone thought that PNL is once again in Photo session mood as the place where we halted was indeed beautiful .Descent from the hill has just ended, one km of flat stretch and then other long hill in sight to climb. On the left side of the bridge were scenic mountains and on the right side, a long track for railways running parallel to the road. The sight of the crossing train on one side and mountains on the other was amazingly magnificent. The sight was glorified more with PNL standing high up on the bridge barricade and answering the nature calls. I am sure everyone on the passing train enjoyed this sight of being one with nature. After PNL was done with it, he conducted the mandatory photos session and we were off again.
The road after the second descent was surprisingly straight out of the F1 Track. Sometimes life offers you the best only after you have tasted the worst. It was a six lane road with a clear barricade dividing it into two halves. No holes, no bumps , just miles of pure black piece of shiny metal lying quietly as far as your eyes can reach. I started to increase the speed of my bike, 50 -60 -70 – 80 -90, it was sheer fun. The best part about higher CCs bikes like Pulsar is that even at 90 + speed you don’t feel the machine shaking or out of control. It as smooth as it’s on 50 -60.
Suddenly we saw a separate group of 3 bikers overtaking us on the road. Nothing can stir more passion in a biker than the sight of someone overtaking him on the road. Higu gave the war call from the behind. Don’t ask me what because I know you must have guessed what he would have said. Speed throttle was pressed to full. Legs firm on Brakes and we sped off, my bike crossed 90 then 100 and finally for the first time it was touching 110.
A thought crosses my mind, “Speed Kills but it does gives you a ride to heaven”. No doubt it was a ride to heaven. We finally manage to overtake them; they gave us thumbs up sign from the back as the 3 of them turned towards the motel on the highway. The stretch of road ended at the beginning of Lonavala expressway. We stopped there as PNL and AJ were lost far behind.
After about couple of minutes we saw PNL on his Yamaha joining us. Considering the two stroke 100 CC Yamaha he drove it was an applauding performance.
We reached Lonavala city where I guess the only item sold is the Chikki. This sweet delicacy peeks at you from every nook and corner of Lonavala. Everyone from the roadside vendor to the biggest hotel there is hell bent on you to take at least one packet of Chikki back home. But I guess their efforts are genuine as at least one packet of Lonalvala Chikki does deserve to be taken back home on the sheer merit of its taste..
We halt at Maganlal Chikkiwaala , he gave us the map of the place and we decide upon the future route. It is planned that we move towards the Lonalvala Lake for Bushi Dam, from there to Vayu Jal Marg toward the Amby Valley on the way towards Lions Point. From there hit the road back home to Lonavala and from there move towards Khandala to check out Sunset and Rajmachi Points.
We halt at the bridge road over Lonavala Lake. One of the very good photo op sites with Lonavala Lake flowing down under and two huge mountains, turned entirely green because of ongoing rains, joining together at the far end of the road. We stand at the middle of the road with the two huge converging mountains in the background and the Lake beneath us. The way PNL made us pose there with our bikes, each one us was thinking himself to be no less than John Abraham. We did mange to get some admiring glances from the college group trekking towards the Bushi Dam.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
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2 comments:
Teri style sirf teri hi ho sakti hain likhne ki [:)]..kuch philo maar saktaa hain kyaa kabhi.. tu likh paayega achchaa philo stuff. dekh ek baar likhkey
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