Damn! I turned 29, this June 2nd! I just can’t seem to wrap my head around this inevitable change in life. Turning 29 as an Indian, from a rather moderately liberal family can definitely make you feel like I did. When I blew the candles, which weren’t as many as the years i have lived, I realised i was blowing away some more freedom and willing to take on more responsibility than I had in the previous year. As most India parents would have it, I had now crossed the idle age to be hitched. As per distant relatives, the next one year, the last one of my twenties, would be quite detrimental in deciding my fate as the fore runner in carrying forward the legacy of my ancestors. And lets say, if I further delay my self from being a member of this much talked about Holy Matrimony, some of those same relatives may even begin to question my sexual orientation.
Thats why I wish to be able to go out riding on my birthday and stay clear of these situations and conversations. However that wish continues to remain unfulfilled, owing to the many a years old tradition of spending time with the family, which has always kept me from getting lost with my 2 wheel companion.
Luckily for me, the birthday was followed by a Sunday. To my folks, Sunday, now has become the equivalent for RIDE DAY. And boy oh boy! I made damn good use of it!
My friend Abhijit, who’s been great company to me on most weekend runs, joined me to goon ride some beaches. Our first go to option was Kihim Beach, which is rather well known beach, close to Mumbai. Riding from Navi Mumbai, we reached Kihim in under 1 hour and 45 minutes without any pit stops. But being a weekend the beach was quite densely populated with vacationists and locals alike.
We instantly decided to go explore Revdanda Beach, approximately 30 kms away. Good roads got us there in under 20 minutes. I had ridden down to Revdanda, a couple of years back. But a high tide had kept all the goon riding at bay! This time though the moon and sun had aligned just right and we were greeted by a rather empty beach, with the tide at its lowest, leaving behind our personal playground.
It turned out to be a fun afternoon sliding around, trying to pop wheelies with rather no success and learning to power slide all over. It felt like we were creating abstract art over a canvass of sand! I cant wait to get back on the beach and do donuts! Here is a glimpse of the place.
MOTORCYCLES. TRAVEL. ADVENTURES 