Just got back from a 3 hour "mountain" bike ride with my dad and i have to say that it was one of the most diverse and spectacular ride I have ever done. I say "mountain biking" because of the amount of technicality involved, though it was more of, as my Dad agrees as well, a "S**t Slalom."We started out in one of the nicer neighbourhoods of Delhi; Vasant Vihar. That part of the ride was pretty straight forward street riding with dodging cars and all. Very soon we got to a "biodiversity park." There, it became a sandy trail with a barbed wire fence on booth sides. Past that sprawling low-lying shrubs blew in a slight breeze. It was obvious whoever owned the place was trying to regrow trees for lots of fences surrounded twigs poking out of the ground to protect the saplings from the cows and goats that were occasionally standing out in the land with the peacocks.
This went on for a short while until we hit road again. After crossing a few big intersections we came to more dirt roads through lower-class farm houses. All of them were walled off so you could only see the roofs. The walls that had crumbled reviled trash cluttered lots overgrown with grass and stones almost like the broken up lots in our neighbourhood back home. We then passed through the ruins of an old Muggle building. The crumbling walls fought the trash that was being picked at by the lazy goats that sat tiredly in the warm sun. It wasn't a particularly large ruin and we were soon at a wall we had to (or more specifically just Dad had to) carry the bikes over. On the other side we were greeted by a group of boys playing cricket. Later we would see them carrying bricks from a construction site to use as their wicket! As we rode through a "trail system."
It was not-unlike the "Biodiversity Park" in terms of the shrubbery, although there were some taller trees as well, and dirt paths. The prominent differences were the quality of the "trails" which were studded with what could be called 'boulders' only that they were still passable either way, and the amount of trash which no one was planning to pic up in the near future.. Big pits, which Dad confirmed as quarries, lined the trails which Dad and I agreed could be awesome mountain biking parks if renovated. But that aside, the current paths created some fun stuff with all the rocks and ruts.
After a long time of this we were at a village. It was small though nicely paved and full of a crowd of happy kids that chased after us with shining grins. They offered there hands for me to shake though from past experiences Dad advised me not to because of the risk of being pulled off the bike. It was still very fun watching the kids in the village. We hit another dirt rode and soon turned around as the heat was getting to us. At a certain point on the way back we took a different turn that got us into a different village. This one was way bigger though instead of paved roads they were dirt, giving me the impression it was a less well off of a village.
The rest of the ride back was pretty simple and we soon got back to our starting point. The day finally ended with our favourite chicken tik:a roles in the market!
This went on for a short while until we hit road again. After crossing a few big intersections we came to more dirt roads through lower-class farm houses. All of them were walled off so you could only see the roofs. The walls that had crumbled reviled trash cluttered lots overgrown with grass and stones almost like the broken up lots in our neighbourhood back home. We then passed through the ruins of an old Muggle building. The crumbling walls fought the trash that was being picked at by the lazy goats that sat tiredly in the warm sun. It wasn't a particularly large ruin and we were soon at a wall we had to (or more specifically just Dad had to) carry the bikes over. On the other side we were greeted by a group of boys playing cricket. Later we would see them carrying bricks from a construction site to use as their wicket! As we rode through a "trail system."
It was not-unlike the "Biodiversity Park" in terms of the shrubbery, although there were some taller trees as well, and dirt paths. The prominent differences were the quality of the "trails" which were studded with what could be called 'boulders' only that they were still passable either way, and the amount of trash which no one was planning to pic up in the near future.. Big pits, which Dad confirmed as quarries, lined the trails which Dad and I agreed could be awesome mountain biking parks if renovated. But that aside, the current paths created some fun stuff with all the rocks and ruts.
After a long time of this we were at a village. It was small though nicely paved and full of a crowd of happy kids that chased after us with shining grins. They offered there hands for me to shake though from past experiences Dad advised me not to because of the risk of being pulled off the bike. It was still very fun watching the kids in the village. We hit another dirt rode and soon turned around as the heat was getting to us. At a certain point on the way back we took a different turn that got us into a different village. This one was way bigger though instead of paved roads they were dirt, giving me the impression it was a less well off of a village.
