The Road Towards The “Changing Horizon”

The Road Towards The “Changing Horizon” 

I don’t know what it is, but there is something special about road trips.
People have their own reasons to go on a road trip and I have mine.
Maybe it’s the excitement of exploring new things. Or, maybe just setting myself off the boiling point that life holds me at. But whatever it is, when I am on the road, I have my own peace of mind. There is nothing else that clouds my thoughts.

3rd January 2014, just after santa rode back on his slay, it was time for me to ride mine. Made up few phone calls to those fellow tarmac lovers & pitched for a ride to admire the rising sun. I knew that I am not alone but a bunch of highway nawabs ready to role. Plans made, route decided & the dirty leather shined up. The fragrance of the winter mists, a cup of tea on a hill & admire the beauty that God created under the rising sun is what we were looking for. 

4th January 2014, early morning 4.00 am in excitement I woke up my society while warming my metal mammoth, my Machismo 500. Just a couple of SORRY’s and here I go. 4.30 am Meeting point was decided (Eternity Mall, Thane), since the route that we decided was NH3 & the destination was Igatpuri. The pitstops were planned, Canons were charged up & the road was calling us. Started the ride on time as we had the rising the sun to catch up with. The line up was decided & lucky me for being the sweeper of the pack. Goosebumps all over, when I heard 25 bullets fired up together. The journey starts; the ride captain was making sure that each one repects the road & the follow the rules made to enjoy it. We cross Bhivandi, just after Shangrila resort. One of us wanted to attend natures call but suddenly all us were off our bikes & were on a bench in a road side Chai tapri. The ride captain was furious as we wasted 30 minutes on an unofficial pitstop, but he could not hold himself & started sharing a laugh with us, while rubbing his plam in the freezing cold & falling dew. Now back on the roads & time to rip. The roads were shining in the fading moon & the rising sun’s light. The cold winds were like music to my ears. Time just flew by & the race to catch the sun was on. The roads were humble to us, while in curves, in the narrows & over the creeks. Few bumps is what the roads threw at us but the roads made sure that we reach the spot on time, while the sun was still pulling the clouds off its face, We manage to reach Kasara (Foot Hill). The Winger of pack filled up his tea flask, so that we could see the magic of sun light while sipping some adrak (Ginger) chai. Highest point of Kasara was our base, bikes lined up at the side & we line on the railings with our legs hanging out. Tea was served & the canons were clicking along with the birds cherping sound WOW! What a life it is, I thanked my God & kissed the road who brought me here.

Spent 2 hours at the same spot & the remaining ride plan was down the drain but loved every bit of what NH3 had to offer. Now its time to ride back. The Sun was up & shining to its fullest, the roads that was humble, suddenly turned stubborn. We had no choice but accept it with honour. The return journey was not that great as the roads were full of danger that we hate. Managed safely all the way home but remembered to kiss the road again for bringing me back where I belong to.
Well, this was one of my tales that I will always remember, the road towards the changing Horizon.

 ~ Charbel Manuel