Indian roads are a traffic free-for-all. This
time, we are only forced off the road once and luckily, there happened
to be a shoulder to retreat to. This is our first stop to rest our weary
backsides.
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The views are magnificent and I'm a bit
peeved that Julie gets to look at them while I have to concentrate on
the bloody traffic.
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We arrive at the lake (a resort for
honeymooners) but don't have time to pick up a samosa because we want to
be sure to get home before dark.
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for such rigorous fun, as Ryan's expression indicates. We dodge wedding
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The bike is fairly comfy and smooth, but the
brakes and shifting take a little getting used to. The main
difference is that shifting is in the reverse direction from my old
Honda. Upshifting on this bike means pushing the foot lever down.
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