Tuesday, June 24

A POEM and a BIKE ...

Note like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed , sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles.

From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. 

Keep, ancient lands, you storied pomp!” cries she with silent lips.
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

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Post Scripts: 
Poem is "the New Colossus" by
the the Jewish American poet Emma Lazarus.

The Bike is

resting up hills in Waynad, KERALA.

Cold winds blowing across the hills,
or in the deep dark  by the golden bamboos,
SURLY is the owner's pride !!    

Sunday, June 15

Rideable ART is my CyCle

There is always the uncertainty in the word 'solo'.
Life without uncertainty is boring.... 
       holed up in a strange road,
       the locals circling around you,
       a fLat rubber,
       broken chain, 

       oR running out of food or drink.  
Still, if there is freedom and individuality
 solo game is the name of fulfilment, 

 freedom finds full expression in solo spins.

130 km of solo ride.  
Up a favorite hill.
Maiden century ride on a new tomato-red bike
SURLY calls it 'Pacer'

Lakkidi is famous for rains. Lakkidi tops the world's register for the highest degree of rainfall.
Through a meandering spin from Calicut to Adivaram (foothills), Lakkidi beckons me to my hills.
Every time I climb these ghat-roads, I see this tree. It tells me to wait and look at her.
How can I wait?
Life is too short to WAIT

The pleasant story of this ride is the 44 km spin which takes to the bottom of Lakkidi.

I call it “meandering” because of the funny rolling it offer. I haven’t found such a take on any other National Highways around this part of Kerala.

Looking down on Calicut from these hair-pin bends can be a joy....
looking up I see a fine cloud formation


Reached Adivaram drained of spirit for the rest of the journey.

Now stands the fun..
12.5 kilometers of non-stop climb,9-hairpin bends, 2300 ft. elevation +
baptism in the rain. 

am at AT LAKKADI...

hEllo! Come in, IT'S BREWING !!
mY favoirt waterhole is calling,
"hang the helmet... 
is stemming" 

"sit down"  
for my bum, wheels are good ...
so is Arabica!

My WORLD came true ..
hours deep in words,
deep in reading, 

at my
watering hole...

How can there be life without WORDS?
Life without words is a poor life.
"I'll Share anything except This COFFEE..." cup says. 
i WILL share everything for WORDS...
because "
WORDS r all i have to take YOR heart Away"


Who said, "RIDEABLE ART is my CyCLe..." ?

good BYE Solo RIDE"

Post Scripts:  

 (1) 'SURLY' isn't just a name of a bike,
it's a state of mind
(2) Just because we both ride bikes doesn't mean we're friends.