BIKERS CLUB AUGUST 2019 ISSUE | Page 44

Departure. But I hesitated to load the bike fully fearing it might topple. So till Mumbai I carried the stuff in a car that followed. Another Legendary motorcycle journalist friend Dilip Bam from Pune tested the bike with all the boxes sans weight and said 'this bike won't go' with a lot of concern. But remember, I became deaf for the word 'NO' so I did go ahead. But when I loaded it for the first time, oh my God ! it was like riding a wild horse. And to test my nerves it started raining heavily on the first day of my international ride. With great difficulty, I reached a city called Qhom. That's how it all began. living my dream Robbed and beaten in the first country ! Badly shaken I packed up and started riding in great pain. I didn't stop all night terrified by the thought they might be following me and will take away my bike. Early morning I halted at a small tea shop and drank tea and wept for a while. My body was totally stiff and painful. I searched for my emergency cash and I got a 100 $ bill. I stashed some cash in different places but because I was delayed at the customs, I used most of it. And in Iran you can't use your credit or debit cards or ATMs!. Falling in love with my bike. Soon after I started my world tour, I fell in love with my bike. No matter how many times I looked at it, but still it looked beautiful and faithful. It never let me down on the road. I never suffered an accident. Even when the major breakdowns happened I was safe at some place. It had become my true life partner. the hardships I think life is not worth living if you are not forced to go through miserable yet life changing incidents. A journey like this will offer plenty such opportunities which will make you a better person. I was beaten and robbed in my first country, Iran. While riding around Kashan, it became night and I was too tired to ride so I pitched my tent little away from the desert road and rested. A bunch of goons came and beat me up with rods and decamped with all my money and an old passport. They left the other luggage because I triggered my bike alarm which sounded blaring in that calm area. So they ran away. Good and bad exist side by side - Helpful people of Iran So the next three days, I stayed hungry and used the 100 $ to fuel my bike and stay at filthy places while I zipped nonstop to the Turkish border. One day afternoon I was dozing off while riding with fatigue and sleeplessness. A truck driver blared his horn and signalled me to follow him. Little ahead he stopped at a roadside dhaba where his fellow truckers are. They insisted on buying me food and drink, which I couldn't resist. I ate as much as I could, thanked them as well as God and left for the border.