MAS to Pondicherry...
Chennai - Pondy via the scenic ECR has always been a joy...
Heading out from MAS, I tanked up my beast before hitting the highway. Equipping the standard biking gear I picked up - (Thanks to Varun Naidu of 'Dynamic Riderz' for the advice on short notice) knee and shin protectors and Saddle bags, both from Cramster - seemed to grow on me. After a good 50 km, the feeling that a knee brace is strapped on seemed to wear away.
My first pit stop was an eatery in the bang-smack-middle of nowhere. The place seemed crowded for an early morning on a Sunday. The reason I stopped there, besides the heavenly aroma of filter coffee - I spotted half a dozen superbikes (Hondas, Suzukis and even a Harley, all neatly parked in a row.
I met the motley crew from Chennai. All in mid 50's - businessmen, Engineers and a even one doctor (the owner of the Harley) who rode out every Sunday! They sounded veteran bikers and I was like an enthusiastic kid listening to their rides! Downing some really tasty, really soft Idlis with yumm chutney and sambar, I discussed my 1400 km trip I had embarked on. They were full of tips, advice and encouragement which was welcome.
I bid adieu to the super bike crew and headed to Pondy, my enthusiasm further intensified by the veterans.
Pondy, to me, is like a special getaway. I have so many memories from there, that I could write a book. The scenic highway with some stunning vistas of the shoreline brought back memories from college. Shark-fishing with a club in a small kayak type boat with locals in 2003, meditating in the Matri Mandir and wondering if I could use that space for more divine purposes in 2005, dolphin watching at the boat house in 2006, Tsunami relief trip when Pondy was a layover on the return in Dec 2004... The memories flooding my mind and two and a half hours breezed by...
I arrived at Pondy and checked into my resort by noon. I wanted to freshen up and get back to the bustle of the bazaars of the once-upon-a-time French colony...




