Travel and Technology

The argument goes on, has technology improved our lives or has it made it more complicated?  In many cases, the constant access to people has brought them closer in terms of reachability, but taken them further away in terms of relationships. One area that I believe technology has actually helped is travel.

Again, this is purely a point of discussion depending upon the person you talk to. If you ask my father or his generation, they would say, nothing gives you better direction compared to physically asking a localite for directions. I swear by google maps or the GPS system for accurate travelling.

So when I was thinking about this, I wanted to list the major apps that are available to us in India for travelling. This is purely my list and I am sure there are plenty more , so I would love your comments to hear about them.

Google – I have put the mothership in here. Google as a platform has innumerable tools to help your travel. From Translate to maps, google is the true swiss army to make your travel simpler. I am not even alluding to the search engine which is the best place to search and research before or while you travel.

If you are flying down to your destination, Makemytrip and Cleartrip give you excellent choices in booking your flights as well as your hotels at your destination. With a clear and neat layout, they , to me , are the foremost in booking apps / websites in the market today.

You need to book your hotels, how do you find out which is the best? Tripadvisor does your job for you. Just enter your destination, and you will get a plethora of choices with ratings and reviews and pictures of rooms and amenities. I have gotten so used to surfing here that I dont book a place nowadays without checking here once.

All tickets booked? Rooms reserved?  What are the activities that you want to do at the destination? Tripadvisor can help you here also. But I find this gem of a site- Tripoto gives you a lot of neatly reviewed things to do in certain places.

And if you are a foodie, like I am, You cant be far away from Zomato. You could do a lot of research before hand and look at the menu of the restaurant before you even venture out of the home!

Yes, we are a pampered generation. Elders constantly bemoan the fact that we have no sense of adventure. I think we have no time! On the go research and being prepared will keep you ready with the entire itenary so that we can get the maximum bang for the buck.

However, one thing is for sure, if you are a tech freak, or a by-the-seats-of-your-pants navigator, it is very important to get out and start travelling.



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Together, Forever and ever!

So, up came this very interesting concept that I needed to Blog about. About togetherness, about memorable times spent with your family, buddies etc, and as I sat down to pen a few words, I realized that all I needed to convey in terms of what my friends and family means to me has already been conveyed.

I have written about my family , as my biggest asset, how they have always stood by me ( not a small task, with the kind of crazy stuff that I am prone to do). I have written about my friends, my fellow bikers, with whom I have spent many a day travelling and trusting each other’s instincts. I have written about my Bikes and cars, with whom I apparently have more conversations than with my family! What else is there to write about?

I was on the road travelling to work when it suddenly struck me. Literally. My car thumped into a pothole and I cursed the state of the roads, as is my wont, before pursuing my thoughts. I realised , that the one constant in all my travels, be it on my bikes or my cars, have been roads.

We have always been together. My moments on the road, have been the most memorable to me. I have felt happy at the start of the journey, saddened at the end of the trip, exhilarated when zooming on the open highways, frustrated when I have been stuck in traffic jams , a plethora of emotions targeted to an obviously inane object , which most of us take for granted.

Each road has its own charm and attributes, be it the curves of a Ghat road, the openness of a national highway, the beauty of a state highway or the danger and adrenaline rush that an unpaved road provides. I promise myself this, the next time I get on the highway, and the road and me travel together, I will pay attention to its unique characteristics a little bit more than I have been doing so far.

On the NH17, we need to be just a little more careful because of danger lurking around each curve. Its rightly called the bikers nightmare!

Similarly, the NH4 is one straight stretch of road that seemingly never ends and is a speed demon’s paradise.

Personally, one of the best roads according to me is the coastal road all the way from mangalore, right upto goa. The beach on one side and the swaying coconut palms on the other side. This road will weave you  into a trance that makes you want to come back again and again.

Recently, on our trip to the Rann of Kutch, we found the roads in gujarat , mainly state highways , incredible! we were able to make double the time we normally make on other roads because of the quality of the roads and the fact that there was hardly any traffic.

So what I am trying to get at, is that no matter where you, go, your one constant companion is the road. Be it the asphalt that you refer to or the path that you take towards the goals that you set , embrace the road and maybe appreciate it a little bit more!!

Which is your favourite road?


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Optimism – A gift for our future..

Optimism – A small word that encompasses a whole world. As Leibniz puts it, the feeling that this world is the best of all possible worlds.

Without Optimism there is no doubt in my mind that we would be living our lives in despair. Optimism manifests in many ways, optimism that India will lift the world cup once again, Optimism that even in the darkest of times, a ray of light will appear leading to better things, optimism that however badly you have done in your exams, you will get good marks due to a benevolent teacher.  To me optimism is an excuse that we constantly give our-self that life it is worth the hardships we endure daily.

When I look into my life, and try to find a single moment that embodies the optimism that I try to show , I fail. There isn’t just that one moment. Our lives are full of such moments. Life itself would be dreary if this was not so.

What I would like to , however, write about is the catalyst for this Optimism. In my life, I believe there is no larger catalyst than my family and close friends. A friend , a true friend is always there to give you a gee-up when you are down. He infuses a dose of optimism in your life so that you have things to look forward to. But the greatest dose of Optimism , at least in my case , is my family.

I am lucky to be born into a family that is very close. All my life, I have seen the family stick together through thick and thin, through good times and bad. Thankfully , the good times far out number the bad ones.

But let’s think about this. Is this a co-incidence? or is it a function of the attitude showcased by the family. Let me clarify, my family is full of worry warts. My grandfather was well-known in his circle as a tension master, even though he was super cool under pressure. My dad , even though exudes confidence and coolness , tends to worry his head off about small things. My mother is well-known as a cool cat, but when tense, she takes the role of the cat’s cousin – the tiger. But beneath all this, they are able to move along because they believe that even the worst of times will end and the good times will come back. That is Optimism for me.

So in summary, let me go back to the beginning. What is optimism?

As I muse and end this essay, I believe, Optimism shouldn’t just be just about the glass being half full or half empty, it should be just about the glass being there, fill it with the optimism that you exude and live life looking forward to the next day.

As Winston Churchill puts it “A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty”

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Dare to do! Start afresh.

India has changed. when we were growing up in the 80’s and the 90’s Engineering and Science ruled the roost. All other streams were for the people who could not qualify for the 2 streams or could not afford it.

Then the Dot Com phase of India boomed, software services came into play. Careers like BPO’s , Off shore projects started gaining credence and started putting money into the hands of the Young Indian. Luxuries became more accessible to common man/woman.

The other side of the coin is also that since there were so many options available in the market, the propensity to stick to a role or a job started waning. Fathers who had spent 30-35 years in a single Govt. job, had to grapple with sons and daughters changing their jobs every year, for salaries that were unheard of during their time.

This also meant that the rate of burning out increased exponentially. Illnesses that were once the bastion of the old people now reared its head in the lives of youngsters. Mid life crisis was not when one turned 45, but when one turned 30. Its one such Mid life crisis that brought a new meaning to my life.

I had already completed 12 years in a payment industry that was only 15 years old. As a “Veteran” aged 30, I believed that I needed a change in my life. Just married and entering the phase of life, where most would be happy to settle down and live a sedate life, I decided I need another member in my small family.

In came my Royal Enfield standard 500 Cc motorcycle.

This was the perfect way to #StartANewLife and boy did it Jump start a new life. On the bike, on the highway, with friends, I was able to see parts of the country I had only heard of. The adrenaline rush that a motorcycle gives you , the closeness that it brings you to the elements cannot be captured in words.  Not only a hobby , Biking started becoming a way of life for me. This started positively affecting my professional career also! I was fresh , full of life and looking forward to tackling the next day and getting through the day so that I could hit the Highways on the weekend.

I have heard numerous times that each person has a calling that he needs to answer to. If they are able to identify that calling, the word work takes a new meaning itself. Some of the lucky people are able to seamlessly merge their profession and hobbies and lead a very fulfilled life. Some of us may not be so well integrated, but we are getting there. In our networked cities, where everything is currently available online, with books , mobiles, clothes and what not available at the click of a mouse, we now have more time to spend doing what we love. Take for example a chore that each one of us is often burdened with – House hunting. Sites are now available , which are so evolved that house hunting becomes a pleasure and is no longer a dreaded task. A case in point is the New site. Literally something that we can look up to! Find out more about them in the video given below

I have managed to find my lookup moment in life, here’s hoping you do too!!!

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Healthy Childhood

Oft quoted and more oft ignored is the age old saying Health is Wealth. In our constant search for tangible returns, health is pushed to a distant second to the creature comforts that money can buy.

Healthy living was a practised way of life. eating healthy, breathing healthy, excercising was a part of life. some where down the line, shortcuts were used. The same food were made with frozen food, vegetables grown with pesticides, excercises were substituted by the idiot box, breathing healthy took a back seat to plain gasping for breath. and health took a toll.


When I was younger, and that was a long time ago, supplements were taken only as a measure to aid the natural immunity of the body. Even then, I remember sitting on my grandfather’s knee after dinner with my little spoon in my hand waiting for my spoon full of chavanaprash- a tasty black jelly that smelt of herbs and roots and tasted heavenly. The gooey gel would be religiously licked clean from the spoon and lips would be smacked in absolute tasteful bliss. Fond memories.

This practise also slowly was weaned away during my little sister’s time when the health hazards of the chavanprash was propogated by so called learned doctors.

I firmly beleive that what little of health that I have today has been contributed due to a multitude of reasons, playing outdoors, eating mom’s food, breathing healthy food, etc but also to this practise of a spoonful of health that I consumed for a long period of time.

My wife also tells me of a hectic childhood where playing and frolicking in the sun was a way of life, I need to ask her if she also partook of this nectar.

The reason I write specifically about this is that I now see a whole range of chavanprash’s available in the market. Specifically, the dabur brand, which has been long associated with this product has many such variants of the product.

I remember picking up a bottle in a mall, and was pleasantly surprised to see the ingredients used were primarily ayurvedic. ashwagandha, satavari, bala all proven in ayurveda to be very good for immunity building were present in a beatifully bottled pack.

A bit of research took me to their website

Nostalgia struck again and I have picked up a bottle to try this package of natural goodness. Back to the future, back to the days of young, healthy living. I am not in the least saying that this is solely going to be resposible for me to attain the chiseled healthy look, but any help in this day and age is always welcome as compared to the dreaded doctor’s visit.

Here’s to a happy and healthy life ahead!!!

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Of friends, the highway, bikes and fun!!

Biking in india has moved on. With bigger and better bikes and new biking groups sprouting up every other day, kick starting a bike and hitting the highway has become another checkbox in the bucket list of things to do.

It’s been some time since I have been involved in what I consider a passion. Touring. Having travelled to the far corners of the country on two wheels , I can only claim to have travelled to these place. Exploring them and seeing them is another matter altogether. It is only recently when I have started to ride the highways with close friends and like minded souls that I have started the exploration of places.

Earlier , riding with large groups and clubs had its own charm. Just the feeling of being a part of 30-40 bikes on a highway and the head turning that ensued, gave you a high. However, it’s the question of moving and doing things that the majority of the group wants and in a lot of cases , forget about one’s own wants.

On a recent ride to the Kutch, we explored. 4 bikes, 6 bikers open highways and 1200 kms in 4 days. It’s no longer about having ridden 500kms per day but about seeing the beauty and the heritage that this country offers us. It’s about understanding the local customs talking to the villagers to see what is the best activity to do there, and going and doing it.

We explored a lost civilisation who taught us that rain water harvesting is not something we invented. It’s been there for 5000 years.

We explored the White deserts of the rann where we can practically touch our neighbouring country, noticing that the people on the border don’t really share the animosity that us city dwellers have towards this same country, even though they are more affected by them.

We explored the cuisine of the region. Oh boy did we explore the cuisine!

From convincing a vendor to let us cook our own food to making a hearty egg breakfast for all to jumpstart the day, to eating the famous thali meals that seems never to stop being served.

More importantly. We had potfuls of fun.

I guess what I am trying to say is this, As in most cases, it better to tour with friends you trust.
I know there is a lot of talk about brotherhood and such, but it’s just different when you trust and intimately know the rider in front and behind you. When you don’t need to explain why you want to do things a particular way, it’s just taken for granted and understood.

To all the new riders out there, a humble request, please try this. Get on the highway with and start exploring with friends. It will change the way you see the country and definitely the way you ride.











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Are you being served?

Beautifully simmering baby potatoes in a rich red gravy! 

Cauliflower Florets , spiced, tempered and lightly roasted!

Tender ladyfingers, with onions and mustard seeds!!

These are a few of my favourite things!

My memories, like most foodies , revolves around mealtimes. My Mom, a brilliant cook, would dish out her creations, beautifully aromatic and serve them in these lovely glass bowls. 

each gravy had its bowl, almost as if the food would not taste as good without its partner in crime, the container it was served in.

Cauliflower Au gratin would be in the rectangular flat bowl, palak paneer would be a deep dish, raita would have their own tiny bowls, Bhindi do pyaza – the curved bowl. It was a treat for the senses, all of them, smell, sight and taste. 

What I remember, most vividly , is the happiness that would radiate around the table, when dinner would be served. Dinner was always a full family affair. Call us lucky , we were born during an era when the Idiot box ( and it was a box at that time) did not have enough strength to compete with family bonds. Dad, Mom, GrandPa , Grandma, Sister and me, would gather around the table, talking about the day, about school, about tests, about anything under the sun. 

Grandpa would be the fastest of the block, ending the meal quickly , a no nonsense eater, followed by the grandma. 

Dad has his quirky eating habits . I beleive his taste buds is probably the most evolved in our family. His meal would include classics like curd rice and mixture, dosa and manga kootan ( a sweet and savoury mango gravy that is generally mixed with rice) and god knows what else. 

Mom loves her pickle and rice, or gravy and rice, she would be the last to finish enjoying every last morsel, and more importantly because she had to amass all the gossip around the table while eating and serving. 

My sis loves her rasam, she would drink it up by the tons. Invariably the brat would demand to be fed by grandma who would lovingly oblige. 

Some of the happiest times were around this dinner table. Where we knew, however sad and tired we came , we would leave the table fullfilled , literally, with tasty lovely food . 

Simple times made special with a lot of love and some real special food by ammash!!


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The BOBmc Rider Mania 2013 – The shillong chapter


We hear of  Oasis in a desert. How that brings a smile to many a weary travellers face, how many search in vain for that drink?

We were 8 of us , riding on our bulls. We had ridden through 9 states for the past 9 days, travelled 3400 + Kms when we saw our oasis. Just outside Guwahati, at Jorabat, there was a huge sign signaling us towards the pitstop that the organizers of the Rider Mania 2013 had informed us a couple of days ago. This was the pitstop where we would re-energise ourselves with cans of Redbulls thoughtfully provided to the riders riding to the Rider Mania.

Our Rider Mania Started here.

What is Rider Mania ?

You have heard of Woodstock, of Sunburn or large congregations of like minded individuals pursuing their passion. The Rider Mania is our Woodstock.

11 years ago, a group of friends decided to ride to goa and have fun for a couple of days. They loved it so much they decided to do this every year. They Signed off shouting out same time same place next year….

The next year, more bikers joined in and during their meet , they decided meeting in the same place was not so much fun. Our country is so vast and varied, they wanted to travel to 4 corners of the country and still meet up with like minded souls. It was decided to make the hosting of the event a rolling trophy. All attending clubs would bid for the honour of hosting the Rider Mania the next year. The winning club would decide the venue of the event and plan out the entire Rider Mania.  Thus began the BOBMC RiderMania.

From 25 bikes in the first year, the 2012 event saw 750 bikes congregating in Gurgaon hosted by the Royal beasts. But to us riders, it’s the ride to rider mania that thrills as much as the event itself.

BobMC RiderMania 2013.

When it was decided that “The Royal enfield Riders association of Meghalaya” or RERAM Stormbringers as they like to be called , were hosting the 2013 edition, the moderator stood up and said “ guys, brothers, you are welcome to shillong, I cant promise you 4 star or 5 star facilities there, it will be raw, hardcore living. But I will promise you 5 million stars. “


When we rode into the venue late on 18th evening, one day prior to the event, we were indeed surprised at the beauty of the place. The 2013 edition of RiderMania was hosted on the Sohra plateau , overlooking the Bangladesh border on one side and cradled next to the erstwhile wettest place on earth – Cherapunji.

The Boys at RERAM had worked hard and set up dormitories and tents on the plateau for the participants to stay. We quickly set up our tents and set about mingling with our buddies from various other clubs.

Day 1.

The first day of the event saw most of the clubs riding in from various parts of the country. There were clubs from Punjab, chandigarh, jammu, lucknow, Jamshedpur, kolkatta, assam, Nagaland , Mumbai, Chennai, Bangalore, Hyderabad, Nagpur etc etc etc.. almost every state had a representation. We even had a club come down from Nepal to attend the festivities.

Traditionally, the first day is dedicated to just meeting up with friends and catching up with each other and swapping bike stories over a hot meal. Some of us who needed to solve a few bike related problems, worked our way to the workshop set up on the site for this purpose.  There were stalls set up to sell biker goodies and these were a big hit.

The organisers had planned a small ride to a nearby cave for us to experience and the entire horde of bikes rode to the venue for an afternoon of fun and frolic. We were thrilled to climb down to some beautiful caves and see nature at its absolute best in virgin , untouched pristine beauty.


As the evening set in, it was time for some music. Right in the centre of the venue was a huge stage with state of the art acoustics setup for a night of music and mayhem. The north east is famous for its rock culture and its music and it showed. Band after band kept performing and we kept dancing and loving every moment of it.  Needless to say, no one slept that night. Through the cold night, we had bonfires lit up and music blaring to keep us nice toasty and warm.


Day 2

On Day 2 , the biking games began. We started off with a slow race. Keen competitive spirit and good natured backslapping saw 8 heats and a keenly competed finals capturing our attention for a good 3 hours. The lady riders were not to be left behind and they had their own slow race event also.

We then moved on to what was the signature event of the day- The Dirt track event.  There were more than 30 riders participating in the event. Each rider was given a Red bull and it seemed that it indeed gave them wings. The event was a thrilling one and a grand success , measured by the loud cheers when each rider passed by the huge crowds that had gathered to watch.

After a few serious events, it was time to let the hair down. Fun games like grab a banana while riding ( no hands only mouth to be used) brought many a smile to the onlookers face.  And then it was time for music once again…

As we prepared to leave the venue on day 3, we realized how much we had enjoyed the company of fellow bikers, whom we meet once a year, we interact maybe a couple of times during the year on the phone or via social networking sites, but a friendship is forged.  Promises were made to each other to keep in touch more often , but we know, whatever happens, we will definitely meet once again in one year – at the next Rider Mania. 


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Sore bums, but hoping for many more… The One Saddle ride..


Over the last 1 year, ever since the Bisons were formed, we have been riding once a month. The boys riding kept increasing and on an average around 25- 30 bikes come for all rides. Any biker worth his salt will know shepherding such a large group is not an easy task, and with me bringing up the tail with my tag team partner- Guri Paaji, we are invariably the last and the slowest to reach the destination.

But once or twice a year , a ride comes along that changes all that. we had the RedBums in October where we set new records in riding hard and just a couple of days ago we did the One Saddle.

In january we ride to Shillong to be a part of the biggest and baddest riding event in India, – The Rider Mania. So we had decided that december will be a quiet month, which we would spend nursing our purse and ham strings, in preparation for this epic 3000 + km ride. But the biker in us would not let us do that in peace. So we planned a small ride.

The Concept

One saddle ride was meant to test our riding endurance. Once we kick start our bikes at the start point, we are not allowed to get off the bikes till we reach our destination. We can park our bikes, take a leak, eat, drink , without getting off the bikes. The start point to Dhule ( our end point) is a total of 327 kms and this would be completed with as less pit stops as possible.

The start.

tai briefing

We were briefed silently by our captain . we realised why he was called the Silencer. The summary of what he said is given below

” brothers, thanks… Lets ride to dhule. dont stop, dont get off your bike, saddle up”

This set the tone of the ride itself. we decided , we were to ride only. no chai pani, no butt breaks of either kind. just riding. We were 8 riders on 6 bikes, the smallest group going on a ride from Bisons ever since we started the group.

Tai – the vice captain of course had her share to talk.. and we patiently heard her out..



We started the bikes and after the mandatory group pic, we were off….

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We started slow. In our heads, we had a time of 2hrs 23 minutes to reach deolali. This was the record established during our Jai jawan ride on 15th August this year. The number of bikes were more, but we had zero traffic during that ride.

This one was different. we hit traffic out side shahpur and our chances of bettering that time looked bleak. The bisons dont give up and put our heads down to ride hard to our first pit stop.

We also had 3 bikers who were riding with us for the second time and were obviously nervous. Pratik, Milton and Justin were brilliant after the first hour. They got into the rhythm and were a force to recon with.

we reached deolali. Paaji and I quickly checked our watches. We had reached in 2 hours 9 mins! with the traffic and new riders, we had broken our earlier record. A quick high five later ( without getting off the bikes , of course) we continued.

after nasik we decided to quickly stop for a chai. We found a tapri and gathered around. Again without getting off the bikes sipped our chai’s . A quick photoshoot later, we were off..

IMG_0312up up and away we went. 2 hours and 40 minutes later, we were at our destination.

we had successfully completed our One saddle ride! 327 Kms in 4 hours 50 minutes flat! Once again proving that the Bisons Ride Hard.





After such a hard ride, Beer toh Banta hai yaar! the resort ( manas resorts) were exemplary with their service. Under the hot sun, they served us chilled beer in chilled , frosted beer mugs. 11 beers and 2 full tandoori chickens later we were sated enough to take a quick nap..

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But even here the three newbies decided to trek to the nearby fort. the limited intelligence put the fort around a kilometer away. So away they went. after walking for some distance, they decided that their riding boots were not meant for walking and so they hitched a ride on a passing tractor.

They then trekked a nice 6km to the fort and conquered it by planting the Bisons flag on its ramparts. after spending a few minutes in solitude along with the local grazing cattle, they trudged back , taking a ride on a local truck and another tractor by getting our local foreigner – justin to ask for lifts.

They reached back just in time to wake the rest of us for the evening festivities.

The rest of us were still stuffed with the after noon meal and decided to walk it off. A nice evening walk of a km or so to the nearest dhaba earned us some awesome chai. Maybe there was some additive in the chai, because it inspired both paaji and myself to sing loudly , mostly old hemant kumar and kishore songs, accompanied by  Tai.

Back at the resort, we were met by Dr gautam from Dhule, who had ridden with paaji to the hyderabad RM. They had met only once on the highway, but the good Dr. skipped a marriage to come and meet with us. That is the bond that the thump binds us in. 2 strangers who had met 4 years ago for 2 days were meeting up like the proverbial Bharat milap.

an evening of revelry followed with some more awesome food post which we hit the sack.

The next day, we decided to ride back leisurely. Started after a breakfast of kings, Misal pav, egg bhurji , poha and copious amounts of tea. we started riding and stopped often to take pics . Lunch was at a trucker stop dhaba. Proudly announced as Punjab Da Dhaba – the choice of truckers. IMG_0662

After the yummiest Aloo gobi, dal makhani with dollops of butter , chicken handi and innumerable roti’s later, we literarily rolled out and sped our way towards Mumbai. Traffic snarls near shahpur did not stop us rom reaching our end point 5 and a half hours after we began our journey.

Silencer again silently thanked us , the Vice captain thanked us profusely and we nodded our thanks in between the barrage of words coming out of her. All in all we were super satisfied with the hard riding and the harder eating that we had done during this ride.

Needless to say, our first One saddle was super successful and is surely the first of many such rides that the Bisons would do in the near future.



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Oil brothers part 2 – The long distance ride…


Ok.. So I promised a detailed analysis of how the Schaeffer Oil performs on a long ride. In case you have not read the first log, you can do it here ( )

I had been given the privilege to lead and captain the RedBums ride organised by Bisons Ride Hard. A week ago, I had serviced my Theia, a classic 500 bullet, and put in the Schaeffer 20w50.

The D day arrived. our ride was to start at Panvel on 26th and the boys were already there waiting for me. Made a note of time and the speedo and a quick tank up later , we started. 

I had already decided that my thump and my engine growl was much better than before. I felt that my initial pickup had also improved. Nothing to rave about, but there is definitely a smoothness to the ride. 

we quickly crossed pune and after negotiating the traffic there, opened up our throttle on the NH4. 

In the initial set of 5 bikers, we had with us 2 desert storms , 1 Chrome , 1 thunderbird AVl and my Classic. Any bullet enthusiast will agree that other than the AVL all others are just branding variations of the same machine  – the classic. 

But there was a difference! I was getting little extra power that was pushing me further and further ahead of the rest of the boys. I was enjoying myself tremendously till I noticed the speedo, I was clocking 135 kmph!!!! . slow down, let the other catch up… 

This is again, not a very difficult feat on the 500 cc bullet. given proper posture and a forgiving road with enough downhill slopes, you can cross the 140 kmph mark. but what I was surprised at was the ease at which I was able to accelerate fro 100 to 120 in the 5th gear. The engine was super smooth and the power output was definitely more than before. 

later , after the ride, Eshan from Schaeffer explained to us the way that the oil helps the engine to perform better. beleive me I felt the difference. 

we soon crossed Kolhapur and were looking for a suitable place to stop for lunch. one by one each of the other 500’s came up to me asking for a fuel stop. Their bikes had reached their reserve. I quickly glanced at my fuel lamp.. not a flicker. 

Pit stop and fueled up… I still had 3 lts approximately left in the tank. This is mind blowing because all of us, without an exception had tanked up at the same place. we had ridden on the same road, almost at the same speed, but their bikes were giving an average of 33- 34 kmpl, while mine was giving me an all time high of 39. That is at least 5 km per liter more that she used to give. The only difference between our bikes was the oil. 

We carried on. Did an awesome ride , completed 1000 kms in less than 24 hours without a hitch. I did not expect the need to top up at the end of the ride and I was right. 

All in All, after using the Schaeffer oil, I can vouch for the fact that yes, My bike ran smoother, gave better mileage and ran problem free for the entire ride. I am a convert and will continue to use their products.

I am in talks with the team here to see what other technical details they can share with me to explain this phenomenon better. I will post more about that soon.

Kudos team at Schaeffer, please keep the oil flowing..


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