Now on a lighter note, here are my favourite WTF moments from the Spiti Valley Bicycle Ride.
1. 21kms for that 3kms – We had taken a couple of days halt at Tapri; and at least I in my mind was relaxed because next day we had to cover only 25kms to reach Reckong Peo, of which only last 5kms is uphill. Rest all just a cruise parallel to the river.
But when we began this day, within exit of Tapri we saw a 21kms uphill diversion to Chooling due to landslide. Chooling my friends was just 3kms away from the diversion via the regular route.
For a mere 3kms we were off on a uphill path of 21kms.
WTF; Shoot me now.
2. Why Pedal Downhill! – All this time we were enjoying whenever there was a downhill stretch. It was a moment to take a breather from the constant pedaling. But here after entering Spiti Valley I don’t understand; why on some downhill paths we had to pedal.
Despite the decline the bike was not catching up any speed.
It was strange and silly experience.
WTF; somebody give me a rocket booster.
3. Wind in My Face, Please No Thanks – On a motorcycle the wind in your face is quite pleasing; but here on 0 BHP wind in face means pedaling against the wind to the last light.
Post Rampur we always got head wind after 3pm until Manali.
WTF; The feeling was like pedaling on the indoor cardio cycling machine with constant level 10 mode.
4. Where the Hell is All the Food Going – By day 8 of the ride we could feel a shift in out metabolic rate. Whatever we eat was getting instantly digested.
We were hungry after breakfast, we were hungry after lunch and… we were hungry after dinner.
WTF; We were craving for sweets and beer always …and liquids throughout the ride.
5. Mr. Turkey – Somewhere in the middle of the ride we got this pride and ego in ourselves. Any motorcyclist who use to pass by raising a thumbs up, we were enunciating ‘Bitch Please…’; 🙂 LOL…we were finding it very funny. Everyone tends to glorify their motorcycle rides in the Himalayas nowadays and we were like Bitch Please do it on 0 bhp.
It all went fine for few days until we reached Tabo. Upon reaching a cyber cafe we met a guy from Turkey who rode all the way on his bicycle, weighting 80kgs. (A Grand Bitch Please to us.) And over that he says I don’t feel I have cycled enough until I cover at least 20000kms. Our jaws dropped upon hearing this.
After this incident we were brought back on the ground; and in Abhilabh a Russian spirit came in (though the guy was from Turkey :-D) Hence onwards Abhi spoke everything in Russian accent. It was a ROFL acts to the end of the ride.
Why WTF!? …its because every time we were climbing steep slopes, he would do his Russian accent and smash all the focus and enthusiasm accumulated. I myself slipped on my own pedal once.
Hilarious it was..