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| January 23 - The Ride and Rendezvous I don't know how other people navigate OUT of Chennai, but I had the distinct feeling no one had ever done it this way before. And, despite the circuitous route, all the while I rode I was keenly aware of how utterly thrilling and knuckle-clenching the experience was (pardon the dangling participle). Taking my first left out of New Woodlands Hotel I promptly discovered my maps bore no resemblance to the streets and the streets no resemblance to their names. Plagued by a confusing mixture of old ... |
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| January 23, 2004 Rather than slowly easing my stomach into South Indian faire, I dove straight into a big banana leaf of Masala Vada curry complete with plain rice. It was 9:00 p.m. on my first full day in the former British enclave of Chennai (Madras) and, frankly, I was pooped. Bursting like large sausages in my old Teva sandals, my swollen blistered feet selected the first ‘veg’ restaurant outside my basic (but clean) hotel. Ganesh and I arrived in the Mylapore district of Chennai at ... |
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| Long bike rides are dangerous for me; under the influence of endorphins my brain begins to focus for the first time all week; my mind drifts from one monumental topic to the next; world peace, health care, love, careers and sex.
It was under these conditions on a long sunny ride up coast highway 101 that the birth of Ganesh Goes to India for Challenged Athletes was conceived. I revisted one of my grander goals: a 2100 km unsupported bike journey around India to help others. |
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