Blog 22: Captain America Rides Again + Music Video
Trip Start
Dec 10, 2009
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Trip End
Jan 14, 2010
Hampi, Karnātaka, India
Monday, December 28, 2009
The OutDoor Angels is the name of our gang and scouring the Indian countryside with our eyeballs is the name of our game.
Almost everyone rented scooters, but Taylor and I upgraded to motorcycles and didn’t look back. With Annie on the back, I popped a wheelie (for real) and shot out of town. We had no maps and just rode. Left side, right side, down the middle of the road; paved, dirt, you name it, we rode it; we even caught some pretty sick air a time or two. However, Annie enjoyed that less, which meant I enjoyed it less as she screamed at me from behind telling me to go higher (that is not exactly what she said).
We left the main highway and cruised into the forest along a canal that led to some old temples off in the distance. We rode past rice paddies where the workers yelled and cheered and then we literally drove off into the sunset. Everywhere we went the locals cheered and ran out to greet and meet us, but at one point a boy rushed out and grabbed Alyssa’s boob. I was riding behind her and Taylor so I gunned it and stuck out my leg to scare off the perverts before they attempted the same thing on Annie. They ran into the ditches as we flew past.
We had to negotiate cows, buffalo, chickens, sheep, goats, bulls, and pigs as we made our way through forests, towns, mad traffic, and herds of animals. Sadly, at one point, a car nailed a pig in front of us and Annie watched as the little Christmas ham pulled himself off the road squealing from his flattened leg. It was pretty horrible and I’m glad I missed it.
We did have a run in with the local fauna, though. A herd of bulls had taken over the road in front of us and although I slowed down to a crawl and laid on the horn, one of them refused to get out of the way and I hit it with the motorcycle. It was faced directly at us (not broadside) and we merely deflected off the brute and kept right on going.
We watched the sun set on the mountains and the lake beside us and then rode back to Hampi with little gas to spare. All in all, it was one of the greatest days of my life. It seems a person makes a lot of those kinds of statements when they’re traveling; it must be the bike… or maybe it was India with my wife; who knows, maybe it was just another great moment to put in my history book.
Next up, Goa and the Gilroy…
Comments
Wow, awesome story and pictures. I'm so happy that you have been able to experience this trip. Being on the motorcycle with your wife beside you probley is one of the best parts of being in India.