Power to revitalise

Love life, love yourself to experience what you can do. The more we grow the more our power of brain becomes susceptible to the changes around us. We tend to lose that adrenalin with our bodies mind and soul that pushes us to the limit but not to forget that we are humans we are like re-chargeable batteries. Regardless you are 20 or 25 or 30 the age barely matters because in the modern world the numbers just don’t count what really counts is what you can do to beat any of those numbers inside your head.
Living is reviving oneself of its own imaginary powers to experience that magic of life that can take us to the new environs and makes us feel come alive again. Whether you work 9hrs shift five days a week you deserve the weekend to be a crack on good to enjoy those well spent 5 days at work. In a way yes we all do that but what really makes you happy you should follow those instincts. I know from myself even a two days break is a way to run away and experience and add on miles to the map of my world. I remember when I was 20, 800kms trip for two days would simply be an easy target to just say I did something which made me feel happy. To follow our hearts it only takes us a little but we must sincerely follow what we like to make sure we breathe in our life that fills us with what we want. Freedom to your serenity is in your hands and head.

One such thing that swing into my head this past weekend was a road trip that was sugar coated with luxury of four wheels instead of two and I was not the one who was going to drive. For a change it makes a whole lot of difference when you are not in the pilot seat but rather a navigator. My friend JM took the charge to drive on this trip and make me her worthy co-pilot. The map was just a rough sketch in the beginning but we knew that we are heading to South-East England trying to cover as much coastline we can with not missing the chances of capturing the beautiful weather, cliffs, coasts and harbours.

Indeed we managed to do it pretty well along with doing some dangerous things which people our age don’t do. Staying awake half the night for not missing a single shot that can become a part of my fame if it reaches that frame in the next exhibition. You may not want to be on the white cliff sitting with your feet hanging down knowing there is no way back to life if we commit a mistake of slipping down from there. Yes, we did sit on the white cliffs of Beachy Head with our feet hanging down till our lust of adventure was satisfied.

Exploring the shores of Bexhill, Hastings and Sandgate was more of a simple eye candy with sun setting and the weather staying well below freezing. At the coldest during the day it was still -3.5C and reaching -1.5C at its best. Standing by the cliffs of Dover watching the sun go down and the ships leave the harbour with time-lapse interval shooting it only adds to the memory of things we did.  Heading towards Kent and experiencing our wonderful game of “Banana grams” sitting in Pub till we realize we must go and sleep. The night barely offered any relief with fresh snow sailing like cotton balls we start off to Ramsgate with freezing weather again daring the visit to the harbour allowing us to feel that chilly winds.

It never stops when you are crazy in your head. Walking down the old Marina and sipping hot tea in the sailor shop – worth an experience even though the Tea was not too good but just that location was. All the yachts sitting in the harbour made it look like a holiday for sailors which indeed it was – not many dare to be in the weather of below freezing in the sea. We had to head back without delaying ourselves too much. On the way back we wandered along the coast of Whitstable seeing colourful beach huts that simply change the views compared from summer skies to faded glory in snow covered white flakes. Finding out a place to warm ourselves up sipping hot tea and snapping pictures in the hot corner next to fireplace sitting in age old vanity leather chair.

 Amazing how you can explore and what all you can find in this wonderful world in the secret corners of unknown destinations. An old mill on the top of the hill with its wonderful wooden structure did not allow us to pass it without framing it in all possible angles till I gave up because of a full memory card while JM kept snapping and decided to give up knowing the light has gone below our desired needs. Inevitably the hard moments in photographers life is to miss the moments that are only once in that very environment. We chased the first rays of sun in evening on our way to Canterbury, Kent. Temperature was just above freezing as it reached 0.5C and we managed to see the Cathedral of Canterbury in the low light just before the darkness engulfed us. Not willing to let the time run away we simply wanted to go as much more as we can. Tempting desires but we have to live with what we have got. The light has gone off the horizon and the darkness mounted on the skies leaving us not much more but to head back. Driving on the motorways M20, M26, M25, M23 we just about finished another of our road trip.

Time and again, it is not even over yet but we know that the next trip is just around the corner in less than a month’s time. True but hard facts of life, when you know what makes you happy – don’t stop to live in the illusion of what others would want you to live in. You are for yourself and your power is for you to revive and live. The greatest regrets of people is that they spend all their lives living to other expectations and not living their own.

Enjoy life for the fact, you never know your expiry date 🙂 Today Tomorrow Time can’t be accounted for.

Bay aM Way …. or simply BMW 1200GS

Finally, after years of wait I lodged myself into the high comfort Kahedo saddle of tractor on two wheels. Yes, I do want to make it sound like french for most of my emotions in my blood are full of toxication from the torque of the cow that rides like smooth butter. Forgive me for my swiss french here …let me bring myself down to earth and re-phrase my joy of riding a BMW 1200GS

I can re-collect my memories of seeing the first BMW1100GS poster in the plastic print on my wall nearly 12years ago and it stood like a wild imagination. The front double suspensions and spring rebound holding the whole frame for providing it the Centre of Mass in a well-defined manner it was simply an amazement to understand how these things work and how people ride them across the deserts loaded with such big panniers. Even till now the wild amusing of the brain keeps me clicking on how these big wheels trail those terrains – ANSWER – “Torque”

Meeting Phil, who happened to be in UK and in Cambridgeshire some 35 odd miles away from home. I had to thank him for his courtesy that he welcomed me from my long 24hours ride to Austria in 2009 allowing me to take a halt at his comfortable couch and treating me to his courteous meals.

It was a chance to take him for a ride along with me to some of the sea shores of Norfolk countryside. Weather as usual turned cloudy and grey but what better way when its two for the road – Just hit the road. Without a second thought we went on riding through the smooth flat road of Cambridgeshire into Norfolk and into the beautiful sea-side of Hunstanton.

Riding back through the Sandringham with the light spreading its super true wonderful red and blue magic over the greener pastures. It could not have got any better while cruising our way back into the night shelter. We talked endlessly of the riding gears, the years and the first time we met and how I have simply not been in touch. Forget the past and we live in present again. Riding back with a feel of little chill in the air – it was nice with our next day well planned.

How passionately, I still talk of the BMW simply shows in my way that my tongue simply slips over this BMW slippery surface. It simply is in the blood – the love for this german cow. A word that was introduced to me by Phil himself. He allowed me to take his cow for a ride while he was left to struggle with my half the engine power 600cc Fazer. I can’t express how he felt but all I want to share is how I felt on this BMW 1200GS.

At first, my brain conked up with the switches on the handlebar. “It’s just a bike” ride on – Phil shouted at me. Bloody it was in the first gear and I could not get it off the side stand even at first. 240kgs solid definitely stands out to its name. I would not want something that huge to go down or take me down with it. Taking the bike out of the first gear into the neutral and starting it with its round small twitchy button … it vibrated like … shake me inside out – Oh yes, the vibrations on 104,000kms old 1200GS nice to begin with. The best part was still that I was able to touch my feet down with enough to keep myself balanced on this high moving cow. It amazed me once it started to move. Damn, this thing moved to hundred at 3000rpm so smoothly and beat that it takes a whole body art to bank it in the corners. Well, this is a first time ride but I am enjoying my passion of BMW.

The next big thing which was a heart stopper for Phil, was that I am in the traffic and I was riding his cow in the traffic like my 600 which did not have those hanging big huge tits on either side of its body. As he says, I almost scratched few cars in the traffic .. nearly.. that he was already thinking of his insurance. But it definitely, takes courage to balance the beast in the traffic with those bulky tits .. either they will scratch off those cars or will take you down with them without u giving enough chance to notice it. I had to thank Phil for showing his trust in my ridng style which surely meant that I was not getting his bike in immediate city riding conditions.

Power, torque, comfort – it is a mix of all – ok, it’s not meant for racing on the open streets but given the torque it will nail any other road legal bike till 180MPH easy. No doubt, that BMW still sits on the top of my bike list but only if I could put on another 10-15kgs on my body and ensure that I am going to be able to move this bike on my own – it shall be mine that very day.

Phil, is a special friend whom I met on ADVrider.com and we came along since our first meeting in 2009 who supported me with his special help in the cold night helping adjusting my bike chain on a 10yr old Fazer 600 which is no more a part of my life now as the old tearing chain ensured that I let that bike go and get a newer Fazer which is very much strong and good miles muncher for now.

For those who know me – may know that 1200GS is my dream ride and those who dont know me – just know that I ride to live and I live to feel the freedom – Henceforth, the FreeBird Mani.