Cycling.. Part I

Cycling...
      Wonderful word which has mesmerized me even at the brink of years when I had a bike to commute.  I had been an enthusiastic person pedaling my way during my school and college days. Started commuting to places around my home during the school days, grew up to commute to my school on a cycle, and furthermore, started going to places within the city on my single speed MTB during my college days. It all started there, zipping past the hectic traffic in a jiffy. It was a momentary happiness when I took out my cycle for a ride, which lasted really for short times. And so it came to an end, the sheer pleasure of cycling, when I left home for my job.
       Being in another city, with heavy traffic on the roads, I felt I should bring my cycle atleast to keep me on pedals, to sail across the traffic. Little did I know at that time, that the high riders of Chennai do not give a damn to fellow motor riders, seldom to a poor cyclist. With high hopes, I shifted focus from the Cycling dreams to Motor Cycle dreams..
       Got a brand new horse from the stable of Honda, to rev up the heat in the city. Spent two years of biking in the roads of Chennai, when I got hold of my old dream.Why not take up cycling as a part of routine, as I loved walking long distances, which might help me save fuel, maintain stamina and keep myself fit. Though I had walked for long distances, I felt I should give it a try - travel the distances on my cycle. It is somewhere around this time when I decided to call it a day to the life at Chennai for pursuing higher studies. And with tear struck eyes I bade good bye to my bike, when I parted off with the keys - it really pains when you sell your bike bought from your own salary...
       This left me with just one option for commuting when I returned home for holidays. My 8 year old Hercules MTB. And that is the start of my second innings on the cycle....
[To be continued...]