Wroom Wroom... It’s Desert Bikes

Continues from The Sand Blushes under the Sun’s Kiss

Desert bikes at the horizon

Our comrades had already gone up the sand dunes. As I climbed I could spot three tiny dots of desert bikes that grew big from silver horizon to the desert grounds. People in the red sand seemed like white and black ants thrown out of their row. I spotted my friends and waded to join them.

As I joined my crowd and looked around to admire the beauty of a desert. The contemplation broke soon by the wroom wroom sound of desert bikes. We looked down. Men in our gang were already riding on the bikes. Though hesitated at first, I and sreevidya soon slid down the sand dune.

Riding the desert bikes was entirely a different experience for me. I am so much used with riding my Scooty back at home. This always gave me the tendency to put my feet down in fear of fall. The back wheels always scratched my leg, luckily avoiding any fracture.  Also, the desert bikes are different from the water bikes. Water bikes can easily sail through the sea whereas; desert bikes have to stride through dropping sand.

Riding Lessons

The ground filled with all in our gang trying their hands at the desert bikes. Interestingly I and Jayashree edathy, who were very good in handling two wheelers on roads failed in riding them. Many others, who hadn’t touched two wheelers, had a memorable ride. All through these, Sreejith wasn’t ready to give up my riding exerts. He got onto the bike with me and all I can remember is the speed amidst my screams.

The blazing sun of 7am

The riders were not tired as the men from the stalls came to retrieve the bikes. However the sun started to blaze by 7 am and the end for the ride seemed to be a good option.  After giving back our bikes, we headed to the other side of the Sand dunes.

Continues in Trace the Trails...