Saroj Nayak + 6 Kicks Ride 09
Hello fellow-cyclist,
Here is something you should know.
Saroj Nayak is the proprietor of an event management company
Tasting road
Got a shiner. First one.
Headbanged with asphalt.
Prickly tar embedded in my tissue.
Smudged charcoal cheek.
Dominoed. Flew over the crime scene
for an unhappy ending.
And my poor poor bike,
An elegant creature into the finer things of life
Mangled by a four-wheeled monster.
Wham Bam. Thank you Ma’am.
Breaking the frame
Was happy to come across this.
Here is what Anant Khirbat, who completed an independent Kullu to Leh cycling expedition, said:
Malvika's post somehow reminded me of this ... from Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. This is more true for cycles 
You see things vacationing on a motorcycle in a way that is completely different from any other. In a car you're always in a compartment, and because you're used to it you don't realize that through that car window.
Everything you see is just more TV. You're a passive observer and it is all moving by you boringly in a frame.
On a cycle the frame is gone. You're completely in contact with it all.
You're in the scene, not just watching it anymore, and the sense of presence is overwhelming. That concrete whizzing by five inches below your foot is the real thing, the same stuff you walk on, it's right there, so blurred you can't focus on it, yet you can put your foot down and touch it anytime, and the whole thing, the whole experience, is never removed from immediate consciousness.