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20 June 2011 @ 01:40 pm

Just my Firefly at India Gate in the middle of an epic ride to break in the weekend.

More poasting resuming soon, sorry about the lack of Interbutt Scrapings etc.
Current Mood: happy
Current Music: Portishead - Roads
10 June 2011 @ 05:53 am

Trek 1.1.

Mind = absolutely blown to bits.
Ass = sore, but getting better.
Me = happier than I've been in a long, long time :D

So much to say, and most of it will be boring if you're not also an obsessed, addicted cyclist like I am. But some key points:

* My first serious road bike. Until now it's been MTBs and MTBs converted into hybrids.

* If riding a bike feels like flying, then riding a road bike feels like breaking the sound barrier a foot above the ground in a fighter jet aircraft.

* It's so unbelievably light that I giggle like a schoolgirl every time I lift it up, which I can do with one hand.

* The speed. OMG the speed. I don't know what I've been doing all this while not riding a road bike. 50 is the new 30.

* Addicted like never before. No turning back now, I'm done for :D
Current Mood: happy
26 February 2011 @ 02:35 pm
Just got back from my three-point ride (Delhi to Gurgaon to Faridabad to Delhi).

The plan was:
Ride from home to my fiancee's place for dinner
Ride from my fiancee's place to work in Gurgaon
The next morning, ride from work in Gurgaon to Faridabad to meet up with an old friend who I haven't seen in years, then ride back later that afternoon / evening.

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Current Mood: tired
Current Music: The B52s - Roam
15 January 2011 @ 05:12 pm
Just two quick pics of me and my beloved bike, the Phoenix, taken today for a newspaper article about cycling in Delhi :)

Current Mood: happy
10 October 2010 @ 01:35 am
Being that I have little to no life apart from my bicycle and work, I've decided to start blogging more about my love affair with my bicycle like many of my cycling friends do. This would be an improvement over rambling on endlessly at friends who are tired of hearing me talk of cycling and nothing else, lolz.

The latest update: New tires, bad crash:

On Tuesday, my new slick tires finally arrived by courier. Much drama ensued because there was a customs charge I wasn't expecting, and I hadn't received my salary yet. Had to make frantic phone calls to friends to borrow the cash.

Once that was taken care of, I got to work getting off my old knobbly tires and sticking the new tires and tubes on. About an hour later, it was all set. Pumped them up to 70 psi with the new pump. Took it for a quick test ride.

My bike felt completely, utterly different. Hard, rigid, and very, very fast. 30 kmph felt like 20 kmph. It was like some monster awoken from a long slumber. Spectacular difference. Totally worth all that hassle.

Stopped to get lunch from Subway, down the road from my house.

Then once I left, blazed towards my place at about 25 kmph. Perhaps I got a little carried away with all this effortless speed. As I took the turn into my neighborhood, a car had shot out from out of nowhere. I slammed on the brakes in a panic just as the wheels went over some loose gravel and sand on the road. In a split second I hit the asphalt and the bike slid sideways off the road. Left knee and both palms took the brunt. The car had braked too so ironically I didn't hit it, but crashed trying to avoid it.

Looked down and saw a hole in my knee big enough to easily stick my fingertip into. Inside I saw pulpy flesh and something white. Was that my bone? The security guards and hired help who work for my various neighbors were helping me up and took me aside, helping me to a chair, while another guard picked up my bike and set it aside for me. As they did this I realized both my palms were skinned raw and bleeding. A closer look at the wound in my knee made me fight panic. Not only was it deep and very ugly but there was sand and mud inside the open flesh. Instantly I knew I had to get to a hospital right away.

I managed to fish out my phone and call up a friend, explaining that I needed him to pick me up and drive me to a hospital. Just as I hung up, the pastor of the church I used to attend happened to drive by. He lives in my neighborhood and incidentally I bought my bicycle off his teenage son, who was in the car with him. His dad drove me to hospital while I gave his son my keys so he could drop my bike safely inside my house.

At a small hospital near my neighborhood, barely a kilometer from my house, I ended up receiving four stitches to my knee and an X-ray which showed no breaks or fractures while my hands were wrapped up in bandages.

All I could think of through most of this was, I really hope all this heals up soon so I can get some serious speeds accomplished on my new tires. I was also worried that the expense of all this wouldn't eat into the money I was planning to use for the Bharatpur tour, my first real tour ever, something I'd been trying to do all year with endless delays and planning problems constantly setting things back. The tour was planned for the end of this month; so while I'm sure flesh wounds will be healed by then, I can't say my wallet will have recovered by then. Good medical care isn't cheap.

The latest update from today (Saturday) is that my stitches might be getting infected. My left palm has almost completely healed but my right palm is making slow progress. I can hardly walk, and things like sleeping and doing everyday stuff is an enormous hassle. Still, I'll do whatever it takes to heal as quickly as I can so I can get back on my bike as soon as possible.

As far as I have worked out so far, the Bharatpur tour is still on. I'll have to take an advance against the next month's salary to do it, and getting leaves will be tough, but it looks like it will certainly happen.

In the meantime I sit limping around my tiny flat, chomping painkillers and antibiotics, moping about waiting for my wounds to heal so I can get back on that saddle. I can feel my bike, armed with its ludicrously fast tires, sitting downstairs missing me. The Commonwealth Games are on, being held in Delhi, so my fiance went to watch tennis matches, so I hosted a Community marathon. Tomorrow I'll probably go to church and enjoy the weekend as best I can while my cycling friends try to conquer Delhi's Ring Road and other adventures.

The things I suffer for my bike :P
Current Mood: blah
Current Music: Barenaked Ladies - You Run Away
23 May 2010 @ 11:39 am
On Monday, I'm going to ride my bike to work... and get paid extra for it. How many shades of awesome is that?! :O

Best job EVAR.
Current Mood: happy
Current Music: Yat-Kha
21 January 2010 @ 10:08 pm
On Reddit, someone posted "predict how you will die."

I replied:

"Hit by a speeding car while riding my bike in the bicycle lane.
(Explanation: I live in New Delhi.)"
Current Location: north campus, new delhi
Current Mood: blah
26 April 2009 @ 01:00 pm
This morning's ride was the most fun I've had with my clothes on :D

Pics of a bike ride this morning with six other cycling-obsessed Delhi nuts.Collapse )
Current Mood: happy
Current Music: Kittie
27 September 2008 @ 01:06 pm
New Delhi's first ever Critical Mass was AWEsome!

More bicycles and cycling fanatics in one place than I've ever seen in real life. The turnout was massive, much more than I expected. About 300 cyclists showed up, along with the media.

For the first time traffic was stopping and paying attention to Delhi's fearless cyclists. The experience of riding in a truly massive swarm of fellow cyclists filling the entire street is amazing in ways I can't explain, you have to do it yourself to know.

Tragically getting pics was difficult to impossible, being that I was too busy negotiating with traffic and chatting with other cyclists to stop and take shots. These are what I got.

I'd say half the group were hippies / environmentalists / anti-car movement / anti-war folk, and the other half were just athletic / fitness freaks. A lot of riders rode with signs taped to their backs reading stuff ranging from "build bikes not bombs" to "we ARE traffic" and "share the road, treat us with respect" and so on.

For the first time in my life, I saw traffic paying attention to cyclists and giving us room, since there were so many of us at once. It wasn't as disruptive as I thought it would be, though at times we had to agressively block merging traffic to let the group safely pass.

The camraderie was great: 300 strangers who are instantly friends because we're all fellow cyclists battling traffic, congestion and abuse in a world filled with cars.

I realize Critical Mass is doing more harm than good in some parts of the world, where cyclists turn into giant pricks on the road, but here in Delhi it's the start of something awesome. This is a city choked with horribly congested, psychotic traffic, where I can bike to work at a slow pace and still get there faster than if I took an autorickshaw or car to work. To add to that, the assumption people have about bicycles is that it's what you own if you're too poor or low class to afford a motorbike or car, nothing else. Delhi's obesity rates are hitting American levels, and cases of diabetes and asthma are rising sharply every year thanks to pollution and an increasingly sedentary lifestyle.

So last night was awesome beyond words for me. I never thought I'd see a Critical Mass in Delhi.

Can't wait for the last Friday of next month :D

From 2008-09-26-Delhi's first Critical Mass

From 2008-09-26-Delhi's first Critical Mass

From 2008-09-26-Delhi's first Critical Mass

From 2008-09-26-Delhi's first Critical Mass

From 2008-09-26-Delhi's first Critical Mass

From 2008-09-26-Delhi's first Critical Mass
Current Mood: happy
26 September 2008 @ 03:43 am

I am so freakin excited. I took a day off and was wondering if I did the right thing (it's leave without pay and I need the cash too) but by now I don't regret it at all. History in the making, etc. etc.

Expect pics. Although since it'll be at 6 pm, and I'll be on a bicycle, there may not be many pics.

More later.
Current Mood: excited