Mood takes a dive downwards when the weekend starts with a bucket full of disappointments. First, Flash (Jupiter) got ornamental with scratches. Second, couldn’t get my license, because of all the days, we chose saturday to visit the RTO. Third, because I didn’t have my license with me, I couldn’t participate in the road safety awareness ride as a rider. I did participate, as a pillion though. All thanks to Samarth bhaiya, for having my back this time again.
Road safety week started from 18th January, and ended on the 24th. Our group, named ARC (Ajmer riders club) was planning for a rally on the Sunday, the 24th. Okay, so ARC doesn’t have the swag quotient of the GODS (Group of Delhi superbikers) or the COPS (Club of Pune superbikers) but it sounds good. After much planning, it was decided that the rally will begin from one end of Ajmer i.e. Aadarsh nagar to the heart of Ajmer i.e. Collectorate. Helmets were strictly made compulsory for the riders, and were advised for the pillions too. Fastening the chin strap was also made compulsory, so to aware people that if you are wearing a helmet and you haven’t fastened the chin strap, there’s no importance of the helmet in the first place. Because, at the time of impact, helmet will fly off your head like a bird released from a cage. Shioooon.
We, Indians, are known for their punctuality. *coughs* I should probably stop cracking lame jokes. It was decided that everyone should report at 9 AM. Alas, rally couldn’t start before the clock showed 11.
And the rides? A Kawasaki ER-6n, 2 Ninja 300, 4-5 KTMs, a Yamaha FZ-s, a Honda CBR 250R, a Pulsar RS 200, and a Splendor NXG. This is thing about our club, there’s no constraint of the displacement. Any guy who loves a two wheeler, and aware about his own safety can become a part of this club. The elites of the club have taken the responsibility to nurture them further.
This time, the baton of photographing was given to me. I had Samarth bhaiya’s DSLR with me most of the time. That’s why the photos uploaded here aren’t in the “spectacular” league. Because yours truly, isn’t a good photographer.
Maneuvering in the city got us a lot of attention, bikers with full riding gears, riding while pillion holding the banner promoting road safety. “Cool” some people must have thought. After having a group photo session at aanasagar chaupati, we rode towards collectorate.
People who weren’t wearing a helmet or were riding rashly were given death stares by the big and brawny members of our group. I was enjoying the whole ride, being a pillion ain’t that boring as some people think. Especially when you have got a DSLR in your hands.
After spending some time at the government office, it was decided to ride to the city square mall which is situated on the outskirts of the city. These routes were created on the spot only, thanks to the great improvisation of some creative minds. Afterwards, we rode to an empty area, which comprised of well laiden roads with no traffic at all. What else does a biker need?
There, we clicked some photos and had some talks related to automobiles.
Improvised again, and the plan was stretched a bit more. Because there was no lack of time or fuel for that matter. We took a different route to Pushkar. Which consisted of some bad roads or you could define them as off road trails too.
ER-6n’s belly scraped a time or two. See, this is one of the disadvantages of owning a superbike or even a supersports bike in India, they come with a low ground clearance and our roads don’t help either. Even a sharp speed breaker could lead to the belly scraping. Apart from that, the ride was well and good. I switched places though, earlier I was riding with Samarth bhaiya on his Duke 390. The small pillion seat makes it hard to move your ass while clicking photographs. But now I was a pillion to Yash bhai, on the CBR 250R. It has a wide and plush pillion seat which makes it easy to click photographs while on the move. Linear acceleration helps the cause too.
After reaching Pushkar, we settled at Hotel Radhika Palace. Which is situated on the banks of Pushkar Lake, making it a picturesque Hotel!
After pooling money, we ordered aalo pyaaz tikkad. At the hotel, there was this adventure tourer named Honda Dominator was parked. A good old 2 stroke. A foreigner left it there only, a few years ago. Some of our group members tried to ride the bike, after taking permission obviously, but they failed. Why? Battery died. And we were about to die too, because of hunger. They were taking a shitload of time for preparing the food. But it was worth the wait. After having lunch and some funny boyish talks, we were offered the bill. Everyone’s eyes grew wide open when we were handed the bill. It was just double the amount we have pooled. Everyone contributed some more and got a discount too. We are indians after all, we don’t settle without getting a discount.
It was way past our time, everyone was getting late so we rode towards Ajmer again. Not even a single one among us took his helmet off during the whole ride. Sending the message to the masses that your skull is way more important than your hair.
The whole idea of this rally was to promote road safety, and I’m glad that we accomplished our task and enjoyed a freaking lot too.
It feels good to become a part of a brotherhood. ARC is not just a random biking group, but it’s a brotherhood. Foundation of a belief that the small town guys can ride as hard, as safe as the big city boys. I just wish that we make it big, that people know about us, as they know about GODS and COPS. :’)
Here’s to the first official ride of our group, and that too, promoting road safety! \m/