Dear Bangalore Bikers,
I hope all of you are doing well and are taking care (if not, may this message encourage you to). I write this message sitting in Kolkata, which is near but not exactly my hometown. With almost 3 months and 1800 kilometres of separation between me and my lovely but distant memories of Bangalore, everything feels like a dream. Bangalore is one place I long to come back to and understand better, definitely someday in the future.
I realized I hadn't updated you all with what I ended up doing finally, so here I go. But before that, I want to thank everyone who lent me valuable advice and what to do and what not (including not making the trip at all!). Thank you for taking such passion in cycling, actively conversing in this group, for making a newcomer like me feel a little more at home in an unknown city, and for sharing your honest wisdom.
Now what happened:
So I was severely discouraged from making the trip to Nandi hills by literally everyone I talked to, because of my previous unacquaintance with cycling such sheer lengths and continuously varying elevation, like in Bangalore. Also, road safety was a concern, however minor. However, the final nail in the coffin of my cycling fantasy was really my father's shouting on call (I could hear him even without the phone). Retrospectively, he was right - Nandi hills isn't for beginners. Anyways so I decided to cycle to the North of Bangalore instead, around 20 kilometres from my place, to my cousin's.
It went fine... mostly, as I cycled without stopping... mostly, on quite heavy (18+ kilo) a single speed cycle. When I finally reached his place, my knees, calves and wrists hurt, but it was fine... mostly! I got back the following day cycling around 17 kilometers. Upon reaching back home I proudly shared a screenshot of my phone health app on the family group to which my father's reaction was a facepalm emoji.
Within 2 days I fell sick. It began with joint pain and developed into a full blown 103-degree fever. People suspected it was something viral, but dengue tests came negative. I missed 3 days of work, fainted once and grew frail like I hadn't in months. Maybe it was the cycling - maybe it was my bad eating and hydration habits before and after the trip - maybe it was some rogue virus - who knows. But it was a draining illness that would not heal until I came back and rested amidst the comfort of home and family. That episode of sickness in a faraway city singlehandedly taught me more about the importance of family than the past 22 years. (I'm sure I will unlearn and relearn more as time passes.)
So I suppose the moral of my story is: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. OR AT NOT-HOME, for that matter.
Lastly I have some (pretty dull) pictures - some from that trip, some from others, for you to enjoy.
Hope I did not overshare,
Gratefully,
Baidurya.