The morning I almost didn't ride
Grey sky, wet Aravalli lanes, and forty minutes on the Damdama bank that filled nine bags. The half-day loop I almost slept through — told from the middle of the group.
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Grey sky, wet Aravalli lanes, and forty minutes on the Damdama bank that filled nine bags. The half-day loop I almost slept through — told from the middle of the group.
Read the write-up →Told from the sweep position — four riders taking their first hill road up the Kotdwar switchbacks at a learner's pace, a night in a town that shuts at nine, and a school drop in the Pauri belt.
Read the write-up →Six riders, four days, a weather window that held. The pilgrim road before the crowds, a 4 a.m. walk to Tungnath, the Ukhimath fuel gap, and other people's plastic carried back down.
Read the write-up →Eight riders, a first camp above the road, and a Nag Tibba meadow that took an afternoon to clear before anyone could pitch a tent. Told from the walk up.
Read the write-up →Ten riders, two Haryana wetlands at the tail of the migratory season, and fifteen kilos of bottles and wrappers off the bunds before the heat came up.
Read the write-up →Seven riders to Kanatal, a cold dawn climb to the Surkanda Devi temple, and a clean-up of the trail and the Kaddukhal parking — nineteen kilos, before breakfast.
Read the write-up →Fourteen riders, a February breakfast loop to Damdama, and a focused hour on the shoreline after the winter picnic weekends — nine bags, sorted and dropped.
Read the write-up →Twelve riders, a Republic Day loop through the Mangar Bani sacred grove — engines low, no horns through the forest — and a litter pick along the grove boundary.
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