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		<title>Nuances of Biking!</title>
		<link>http://srikanthperinkulam.com/blog/2009/10/nuances-of-biking/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 06:06:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Srikanth Perinkulam</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One year into Biking and today I&#8217;ve learnt the three gospels of riding at unearthly hours the hard way! Carry a spare tube. PERIOD. Never ride when you do not have the tools handy. Buy a Tube sealant and USE it! I badly wanted to get myself a better helmet and decided to head to the Hypercity mall which supposedly stocked real cool biking stuff. Having got real good reviews, I decided to head to this place after the Walkathon meet yesterday. The store did have most of the stuff that you&#8217;d need but as luck would have it, they&#8217;d just exhausted their helmets stock! I did manage to talk one of the sales guy into looking for one in the stocks room but decided not to purchase it for want of a better one. Strayed round the place for sometime and finally picked up a tube sealant and a cool pair of gloves. Reached home at about 10:00pm and did some basic bike maintenance. The Sanghi ride was still ON despite none joining &#8211; I stay about 30kms away from the area where the real Biking &#8216;cult&#8217; stays! 03:45hrs. I&#8217;m up and after a quick refresh hit the roads at about 04:10hrs. This was the first time I was heading on this road, this early in the morning. In about half an hour I reach the LB Nagar cross roads and all of a sudden the front tire gives in. That&#8217;s when I realise I wasn&#8217;t carrying the spare....]]></description>
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		<title>The Korlai Ride</title>
		<link>http://srikanthperinkulam.com/blog/2009/09/the-korlai-ride/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 18:51:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Srikanth Perinkulam</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The road ahead seems to penetrate into infinity as the sky gets overcast. Sounds from the innumerable streams cascading from the towering ranges abutting the road on the left side, seem to be magically muted by the strong gusts of wind. There&#8217;s not a soul on the road kilometres ahead and kilometres behind. I stand upright on the pedals letting the rules of physics govern my motion. As I dissolve myself in the encapsulating ambience capturing every frame with my closed eyes, the stark phenomenon of passage of time becomes evident. One year back I was right here on this road in a cab. Today nothing has changed &#8211; Just that I&#8217;m on a two wheeled machine powered by just the mind and the legs. 19th Sep &#8217;09 &#8211; Saturday 06:30hrs. The volvo comes to a halt at Jagtap Diary. Bani is right there waiting to receive the four of us from Hyd. Sumanth, Mohan, Sudhansu and I had left Hyd for Pune yesterday. We reach Bani&#8217;s house by about 06:45hrs. It&#8217;s close to 08:30hrs by the time we refresh, get the bikes set and have a sumptuous breakfast at Yogesh&#8217;s place. While I head to Dange chowk to meet Viral and Trupti, Bani and the remaining three head to Vishal nagar to get their bikes mended. We decide to meet at Tammana restaurant, Hinjewadi at 09:30hrs. A quick catch-up here and the ride begins. The target is to reach Roha by 19:00hrs. That translates to about 125kms of biking....]]></description>
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		<title>The Freedom ride &#8217;09</title>
		<link>http://srikanthperinkulam.com/blog/2009/08/the-freedom-ride-09/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 15:48:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Srikanth Perinkulam</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The atlas cycle in front of me squeaks as the rider careens into one of the construction sites of the Aliens group. As I follow in tandem, I&#8217;m swept over by the cheers of the construction workers standing by the gates to welcome us into the rest station. Thumping music pulsates the 100+ crowd and the support they were profusely displaying for the cause was quite evidently portrayed in their charismatic faces. Each one ebulliently clapping and swaying as if they&#8217;re inviting the unbeatable winner of the Tour de France in regal honors! I&#8217;m at a loss of words to portray those emotions. These people just made my day and not to mention, that of the 150+ other riders. August 15th &#8217;09 Abhi is right at my door at 04:45hrs. He&#8217;d badly wanted to upgrade his Ubuntu OS and didn&#8217;t want to procrastinate it any more. We set up the downloads and leave for the Vidyanagar station at 05:10hrs. The mmts to Hitec city was at 05:19 hrs and it was almost evident that I&#8217;d miss it. He offers to drop me at the Novotel Hotel where the Freedom ride &#8217;09 was to be started. and finally reach it at about 06:00am. The registration formalities begin as the riders dribble in along with their chic bikes [A few going upto 2 Lacs!]. We complete the registration of our team as Ram and Revathi ride in. I&#8217;d checked in my bike at Banjara hills the previous day to avoid riding the....]]></description>
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		<title>When the heart stops laughing&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://srikanthperinkulam.com/blog/2009/07/when-the-heart-stops-laughing/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2009 19:33:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Srikanth Perinkulam</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[As I wind up the class for the kids, I get this sudden surge of pain on the left side of my chest and a numb sensation on my left hand at about 11:55hrs. For an instant, I think it&#8217;s a heart attack. But then the logical side states that&#8217;s just not possible. I don&#8217;t drink, I don&#8217;t smoke, I&#8217;m much more active than anyone out here and haven&#8217;t yet touched 24! I let it pass off as an &#8216;out of the blue&#8217; pain and keep moving. A quick meet with a pal who&#8217;d turned up in town and I head back home by bus. All does not look OK as I manage to find a seat in the bus. Breathing turns heavier and the pain grows and then it strikes &#8211; It must be the &#8216;Glide ride&#8217;. I get down at the next stop and pick a rick to head home directly. Just as I reach home, I&#8217;m ashamed for having accepted defeat this early. I stop the driver on the road, pay him the fare and walk home instead. I&#8217;m just not able to match the pace which I usually take. A quick call to a friend to see if he&#8217;s got any known cardio doc in town. As i wait for a response, I head home have a quick lunch, fix an appointment with a doc for 17:00hrs and crash on the floor. 16:30hrs. I wake up with the pain still lingering. Definitely a serious concern. I....]]></description>
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		<title>The Moron, the bike and the Himalayas &#8211; Jalori Pass Biking Expedition</title>
		<link>http://srikanthperinkulam.com/blog/2009/06/the-moron-the-bike-and-the-himalayas-jalori-pass-biking-expedition/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 16:51:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Srikanth Perinkulam</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The milestone reads &#8211; Sojha 1Km. The three of us are literally panting for breath. The altimeter on Bala&#8217;s digital watch states 400 more meters is yet to be covered. Far ahead we see a state transport bus inching its way up the curves of the road. A gust of wind gets the thin air moving and suddenly from somewhere I get this sudden urge and energy to pedal the last km of upslope. I bluntly retort to Bala that his altimeter was wrong for some self motivation and crave for my calf muscles to stand with me. Every revolution on the crank seems to sap the almost drained out energy. I just didn&#8217;t want to push my bike up the slope in the last one Km! I close my eyes and pedal almost oblivious of the steep valley to the left, give it all I have and in that seemingly endless five minutes and finally reach the next milestone which hazily reads &#8211; Jalori 5km. If there was a device on earth that could register those few important moments, I would have done my might to procure it and put it to use here. There&#8217;s this quite prominent line that says its the destination that&#8217;s not important but the journey that leads you there. At 3500mts above sea level, about one-third the height of Mt. Everest. I realize just once again how true this is as my second personal goal for this year is checked off list in the....]]></description>
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		<title>Enduro3 &#8211; 09</title>
		<link>http://srikanthperinkulam.com/blog/2009/02/enduro3-09/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 06:49:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Srikanth Perinkulam</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[PS: Response from NEF updated at the end] 07th Feb.- Saturday 23:25hrs. It&#8217;s damn chilly out here and every breath you take in brings out just another sore cough. We careen round the corner and happen to sight a couple of lorry drivers gambling on the roadside by the moonlight. Mallik and I park the bikes  and venture ahead to enquire how far we were from Thangaon. 18Kms is what we get in response. Almost instantaneously I spurt out &#8211; Give it a damn! I lose my patience and decide to quit. Quit a race that I&#8217;ve been mentally preparing for close to three months now. I believe in my instincts and truly live by it!Another look at Mallik and Trupti only reconfirms the decision &#8211; I was not alone. We decide to move a bit ahead to a safer place, pedal uphill, take a left and glide down the hill. A bit ahead to the left, the rays from my head lamp happens to cause the Enduro vest of another cyclist shimmer. As we slow down we see a lady lying by the corner. A quick glance at him and he lets us know that she was finding it difficult to breathe and their third team mate had left about half an hour back to Thangaon in search of medical help. All attempts to contact the marshals out there was futile.This only strengthens our decision to leave the Enduro3-09 book open this time. Endurance is something you need to....]]></description>
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		<title>The Charminar ride</title>
		<link>http://srikanthperinkulam.com/blog/2009/01/the-charminar-ride/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2009 12:06:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Srikanth Perinkulam</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The moment I signal and move to the right towards the English and Foreign languages university , I realise I&#8217;m in for trouble. In moments, a speed breaker comes in my vision scope and the mud guard rattles on the front tires. The Lumala pivots instantaneously on the front tire and even before I make amends, I&#8217;m on the ground &#8211; Chest first, arms spread out. I quickly look back to get a picture of the vehicles behind me and pull off the road on to the pavement. Thankfully, I&#8217;d signalled the Radio cab that was following me to move ahead! Thanks to the protective gear I&#8217;d bought a week back. but for a minor bruise on my left arm there&#8217;s not much that this freak incident has caused.I take a glance at the bike.The handle bar and the brakes have taken the impact. Five minutes of quick repair and tightening and I&#8217;m all set to ride. Just another example when things are just not in your control when biking! I take a look at the cyclo-computer. 05:45 hrs. Adi and I had planned to reach Charminar by dawn break to have a peek at the monument at early hours. I reach Vidyanagar at about 06:00 am. We leave at 06:12 hrs from here and head towards Afzalgunj through Chaderghat. Heavy vehicular traffic at the Imlibun bus stand delays us and we finally reach Charminar at about 06:40am. Boy, I never knew Charminar was so close to my place! Riding....]]></description>
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		<title>Borrowed Bones</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 06:08:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Srikanth Perinkulam</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thursday at about 10:30hrs, I get a call from Varun informing apologetically that he would have to break from the team. He was warming up for the terse activity that was to happen in the next few days by playing football and happened to sprain his ankle pretty bad. Bed rest for a couple of days was mandated by the doc. and there went our plans to be a part of Enduro3 &#8217;08 into thin air. Looking back, I guess it all happened for good! Through the year, as I build my endurance and stamina through those several treks in the Sahyadris, I realise what fools we would have been had we participated in Enduro3 &#8217;08. Then, we were a team of three &#8211; none really exposed to high levels of physical strain; neither of us had a complete picture of what we were to pass through and more importantly we had no idea of either team mates strengths and weaknesses &#8211; something I guess that&#8217;s quite an intrinsic aspect of the spirit of Enduro3. This year we&#8217;re on an altogether different rung on the ladder and as we head to participate in Enduro3 &#8217;09 this Feb 07th and 08th we&#8217;re there with a spirit not to win but to live the moment. Winning would come in its own stride&#8230; Here&#8217;s a video log that would give you a glimpse of the race: Team Members [ Team - Borrowed Bones]: Trupti Bhosale: She&#8221;s been a hard core trekker for quite....]]></description>
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		<title>The Lumala!</title>
		<link>http://srikanthperinkulam.com/blog/2009/01/177/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2009 15:59:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Srikanth Perinkulam</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ah! and for those of you who haven&#8217;t had a glimpse of the LUMALA! Here you go.. .The lady in red ! Features: 21 Gears Disc Brakes [ front and rear ] ~18kgs Accessories: CycloComputer Pros: Cool gear shifting mechanism Brakes are real powerful Cons: Heavy weight Front shock absorbers aren&#8217;t that powerful Disk brakes make maintenance a bit difficult]]></description>
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		<title>Tank bund ride</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2009 15:15:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Srikanth Perinkulam</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jan 11th &#8217;09 04:45 hrs. My cell hoots in the other room. Days of getting back under the rug and sleeping cozy are gone. I&#8217;m on my toes and in less than five seconds I silence the phone. Dad&#8217;s on the comp. checking out some stuff. He&#8217;s up early these days [well before me at times!]. Guess age gets the better of you when you age. I quickly get ready, service my bike and by 05:50am I&#8217;m all set to leave. The plan was to head towards Qutub shahi tombs &#8211; Towlichowki, touching Necklace road en-route. Adi was to join me at Fever hospital. I place him a call before I kick off and then head towards Vidyanagar. By 06:05am I reach Adi&#8217;s residence.A brief stop over at his place and we leave at about 06:30am from his house. As we slowly pick up pace, the consistently rising whizzing sound of the spokes cutting across thin breeze as we speed up-slope acts as just another motivating factor. Pedalling through Fever hospital, Himayatnagar, lower tank bund, Prasad&#8217;s we reach Necklace road at about 06:50am. A bit ahead of EatStreet we park our bikes on the footpath and Adi gets out his D60. For ten whole minutes he&#8217;s busy focussing and capturing the rising beauty of the city. At 07:10am we decide to leave and push over to our respective destinations. Adi had to head back home and I to Qutub Shahi. As we near the Imax circle, to the left we....]]></description>
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