Joy of cycling

After almost 18yrs of busy to become busy, started exploring what gives me real joy..

One of it is - Cycling 

Those were my school & college days, I needed to ride about 10kms to reach my school for day study. It was so joyful and amazing as I typically be accompanied with my school mates as co-riders. And we all used to chat, play jokes and sometimes pick few tamarinds and mangoes on the way. Most of the time we used to find bullcarts on the roads. So we feel great about our bikes as we can easily beat them in speed. :) 

As grown up, never touched my old bikes as got stuck trying to work and figure out what's next. 
Thanks to the advancements done in cycling. I started loving it again and developed good obsession for it. I never imagined if can finish century rides. When I did with some nice co-riders, its an awesome feeling as I pushed my boundaries to next level. It's beginning and lot more to progress to be done and get inspired. 







I find cycling as - being myself..! 

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