How I joined a motorcycle gang.
Trip Start Jan 27, 2008
30Trip End Apr 06, 2009
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I am leaving to go up north to Manali in about an hour by sleeper bus, though as bumpy as the ride is, they should call it the sleepless bus.
The plan is to reunite with my friend Dayalu for a few days, then take Rocinante down from the mountain on a cold ride back to the chaos of Paharganj, where my old trusty steed will get a checkup, perhaps new timing gears and rocker arms.
After last time, I thought it would be difficult to find a decent mechanic here, one who would do the job right for once and all. But wandering down one of the side streets, I came across a couple of beautiful old WW2 enfield 2-strokes, and another italian make I cannot for the life of me remember
"So, what does it take to be a Bullet Walla?" I asked. Balu answered "Do you own an Enfield?" I told him two--Rocinante here in India, and my beautiful '65 back in boston. Just a slight rise of the man's eyebrow told me that this would be just fine. Turns out that Balu is a '65 baby as well, my same age, and also from the States. He is doing a business merchandising Wallas gear, and buying, refurbishing, and selling Royal Enfields, sometimes even exporting them. All in all they looked pretty organized with it, as organized as one could be with Indians helping you. Nice folks, and though I fell asleep early and did not take them up on their invitation to have a couple of beers in the eve, I returned today to buy a t-shirt and get more info
So I have decided to return here (though Delhi is about used up for me just now), and let them do the work. Also they can do custom painting and decals. I would like to make a logo for Rocinante to give her a bit more character than just a straight black. Perhaps a tank design of that famous Miro of Don Quixote. . .
You can stay in a place for only so long before you know it is time to leave. Taking my experience from Arumbol and other places, my cue came up, so I'm checking out of the Hare Rama (BTW--the man at the counter is a CHEAT--DO NOT STAY HERE!!!), and on to the bus to the mountains. Cold as it may be up there, it still is nothing I am not used to, Boston has worse weather from november to April. Still and all it will probably be a rather chilly ride down at least to Mandi, where the foothills fade and the warmer air is allowed to hang around.
Still I have had fun here, hanging around with a couple of gentlemen who live in Germany, one German, one English, and pondering the mysteries of the mighty "Shpreu-wurst," smoking coffee and drinking cigarettes
In Mumbai Harbor, I am told, some numbnuts skipper of a tanker weighed anchor on the huge telephone cable, snagged it, and snapped it in half. They are working on the problem, but the downside is that internet in the whole of India is running slow, and sometimes not at all. I've been remiss in my updates for this reason, and also I cannot upload any pictures. Shame, though, I have some choice shots I'd like to share. Bear with me, and I will put them up as soon as I get somewhere that can handle the data.
I can't wait to get out of this town. Stay tuned for the return to Manali, and stick around for the deserts of Rajastan. Should be a good ride.