Ride and run
It is them! They are the menace. They are also the cash. They are the rash self-driven cars horde. It is them flooding the Nilgiris. They are ‘the folks from Bangalore’. One could hear it!
Some years back riding down the near vacant highway through the reserve forests, across the little river and through that short hill climb, Ooty was about a four hour ride. After a lunch at YWCA one could think of riding back and make it to Bangalore by bedtime. We did that. No longer. Half of Ooty’s roads are choked by KA license plates and the other half by KL. Ooty residents are probably watching through their windows, the squalor visiting them.
Meanwhile, sat at the regular breakfast place about 80 down from Bangalore. Rode up to YWCA and then to race briefing and bibs. There is a box of chocolates in the goodie bag. And plenty of tea leaves from these hills.
Tomorrow’s ultra has a 2000 meter gain. Half a day’s slog for sure.


