The Biking Tale Chapter 2: Bareilly to Lucknow — A Test of Will and Determination

Morning After the Crash

The day started with a strange calm. I had half-expected to wake up sore and miserable, but my body seemed to have adjusted to the reality of the journey. The thought of turning back had been banished with the night's sleep. The road to Lucknow was still waiting, and so was the biryani I had been dreaming of. My bike, was still standing tall, though a little bruised, much like its rider.

Breakfast at Baraily

After a quick breakfast, I rebandaged my wounds temporarily, ensuring they wouldn’t become a distraction during the ride till the service centre. The idea was to get some professional hands to band aid my wound before the long ride to Lucknow, which was roughly 260kms from where I was.

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I headed straight to the service center, dropped off my bike and set off on a quest to find a clinic for proper first aid. The sun was already beating down, and the pain in my knee was a constant reminder of the crash the day before. I walked for what felt like an eternity, scanning the streets of Bareilly for a pharmacy or a clinic, with nothing in sight. The sun came beating on me harder, and I kept moving, one step at a time. Finally, after almost two kilometers, I spotted a small pharmacy tucked away at the corner. The pharmacist listened to my story with a mix of disbelief and admiration, and after a quick examination, he insisted on doing my first aid free of charge. It was a simple act of kindness that lifted my spirits.

With fresh bandages and a bit of luck, I was ready to get back to my bike and continue the journey. Heading back to the service centere where the good folks at Bareilly did a fantastic job. They adjusted the handlebar, fixed an indicator, and made sure the bike was ready to go after a quick service. The lower fairing was still damaged, but it wasn’t crucial, so I decided not to waste time waiting for a replacement. My bike might not have been looking its best, but it was ready to ride.

The Bike being serviced at Baraily

While waiting for the repairs, I struck up conversations with a few locals and fellow riders at the service center. Their stories, each one laced with an unexpected twist or a near-miss, reminded me that every adventure has its setbacks, and every setback is just another part of the journey. They wished me luck, and I could sense their genuine excitement at the thought of someone attempting such a ride.

Onward to Lucknow

By midday, the bike was back and I rushed back to the hotel, grabbed my gear, and felt that familiar adrenaline rush. The sun was already high, beating down with a determined intensity. It was time to move. With the engine purring under me, I headed out of Bareilly, finally aiming for Lucknow—the city that had promised so much: food, history, and a taste of the Nawabi culture.

With my heart set on Lucknow and my bike finally humming along, I knew this was just the beginning. The road had thrown its first punch, and I had taken it in stride. What lay ahead was still a mystery, but one thing was clear—I was ready for whatever came next.

I think that's the Uttar Pradesh Legislative Council also known as Uttar Pradesh Vidhan Parishad in sight. People of Lucknow let me know if I am mistaken

The next chapter would begin in Lucknow, a city I had dreamed of visiting for so long. And while the journey to get there had already been more eventful than I could have imagined, I couldn’t wait to see what the city of Nawabs had in store for me. The biryani, the kebabs, the bustling markets, and the historic monuments were all waiting, and so was I, eager and excited to dive into the next part of "The Biking Tales."

Stay tuned for Chapter 3: Lucknow Awaits — A City of Dreams and Delights.