Well, Salman Khan cudn't make it but 4999 other cyclists did. Plus me. But for the sheer strength of the number, there isn't much else to ride about! Even though it was an event to promote the upcoming Commonwealth Games, many could not manage to overlook the sordid state of part of the route that stretched near C.P. More than anything, more than the flashy jackets, the VIP lounge area, and the cameras, more than the D.J. host, the most striking thing was the line up of cops across the entire track. Some familiar faces, perhaps? Dont know for sure but it was good to see the kids having a ball of a ride. If nothing, the very fact is that you are cycling. And that basic mehanism of pushing your foot on the pedal for that first thrust forward and then going round n round n round...a little bent, turning the wheels faster, the clanging sound of the chains, and as usual my new purchase of a cyclocomputer failed to work but for the clock.
Every second counts, says Lance Armstrong. Well, on my much smaller scale, it was the devilish pleasure of overtaking a fellow rider just because they were not serious enough. Heheh. I won!
Delhi's first cyclothon perhaps? Next time, I hope we have a better, longer track, a little away, a little secluded, with a bit of off-roading. Meanwhile, hope is high and so are the spirits. Opening ceremony is booked and J.N. Stadium comes acallin' :)