Trip to mysore

It's been a while since I last visited my parents. So I thought I would give them a surprise visit today. I started from coimbatore at around 1 pm. My bike was running low on fuel, so I went to the gas station and filled her up. I also had to check the tyre pressures as it had been a while since I had them checked. After that I set out on my long journey to amchavadi, a small village in the outskirts of chamrajnagar, Karnataka. It was a lonely ride. As everyone was busy with their exam preparations no one was available to give me company. Oh boy was it a breezy day. The winds were strong enough to blow away my tighty fastened helmet from my head. As usual, I saw a lot of angry and wreckless idiots on the road. Everyone was in a hurry to get somewhere, but no one got anywhere. The ride was mostly relaxed cruising on my R15. Kilometres passed and then came the Dhimbam mountain pass, 28 hairpin turns of pure madness. The roads were broken and full of potholes. The barricades were non-existent due to numerous crashes that had happened over the years. I was following a humble maruti which was being enthusiastically driven by a young fella, determined to beat me to the top. I too played along. Then came the dreaded 'turn of death', hairpin turn 20. It was a tricky turn with a steep slope and continuous blind turns. It was the most dangerous turn of them all. I thought it would be the chance to show the young fella my disappearing act. I dropped to 2nd, gave a warning with my horn and pinned the throttle and the bike pounced as if it were shot out of a canon. Then a quick shift to 3rd and the maruti was already in my mirrors. The young fella was in a shock. Having come so far, He had thought he would beat me to the top. I can only imagine his disappointment. Then the 28 hairpins were finally over and then came the twisties. I could feel the cold winds on hands. The bike was moving by itself as it was a steep downhill slope. So I gave the engine a few minutes rest till the twisties were over. Then I had reached the Tamil Nadu - Karnataka border checkpost. Then it started pouring heavily. But I decided not to stop and continued with my ride. My motocross style helmet was showing its weakness now as it can't keep rain from slamming into my mouth. So I covered my mouth with my left hand and steered the bike with the other, hoping no one should do a blind overtake round the corner as I wouldn't have time to brake properly while avoiding the wheels from locking up. As I crossed the chickahole dam, the rain began to fade away quickly and my home was only a few kilometres away. So I pinned the throttle for the stretch till I reached my destination where my mom was eagerly waiting by the doorsteps to receive me. I reached home by 3.