Dreams for sale

  
A pile of old Lambretta scoots. Just waiting for someone to pour money into them and bring them back to life. Given that they're in India, it doesn't take a huge pile of money, just a little. The problem is then getting them to a country that will pay real money for them.

They run as little as $100 here but usually closer to $300, and require around $1000 to rebuild. Bring them to the US and they'll bring around $3000 or so depending on rarity and condition.

Dream on...

Coconuts

  

Windows for sale

  

Waiting for a rebuild

  

Pizza in a cone... I kid you not...

  
I don't think I need to comment on this... Somewhere Steve Martin is laughing his head off.

Behind Russell Market, Bangalore

  

Bangalore meat market

 
Who says they don't eat beef in India? Maybe the Hindu's don't, but the muslims sure do. 

Touring Bangalore at 2 miles an hour

  
I've been told that oxcarts have been officially banned from central Bangalore, but hey, no one follows any traffic laws in Bangalore, so why should these guys. And I kind of like it when we run into one. They seem so improbably silly. Why would you put the load so high? Why make the load-cart so small? I can understand the reason for big wheels but you can make the load lower and larger for easier loading/unloading. I guess it's all a moot point now, as no one will be building any more of these carts.

Back roads of Karnataka

  
Went out with my buddy Donny on a ride this Fathers' day morning. We cut through to old Madras road, went out to Hosakote, and then a bit north from there. My bike didn't like how fast we were riding so we took a break at a very old stone bus stop. Then in a brilliant thought we took some back roads in the area. I wouldn't have done this had I been alone, but with a buddy along, it was fine. We ran across some cool stuff I didn't get photos of, but hope to return later and get some snaps.

At one point the road made a sharp turn left, then right up onto a berm where it became this small path around some farmer's field. It was as if the big Karnataka road-building machine ran into someone who couldn't be bribed off (yet).

I gave a hearty "Namaskaara" to the lady as she passed with her load, but I think her mouth was too full of betel to reply.

I love my India

 
Enough said, I suppose. 

valuable cargo

  

Royal Enfield Bullet, 1962

 

It's not a Vincent, 1952, but it's still pretty darn cool.

Now, if I can just find a red-headed girl in black leather, I'll be living a dream... 

waiting for a train

 

Near Sai Baba center near Whitefield. The world's slowest train rumbles through, packed to the gills. Traffic is eerily quiet as everyone turns off their engines as if to show respect for the master... 

roadside tea stall

 

Just outside of Bangalore on Old Madras Road. Sunday morning, early, but not too early. Rode the Bullet out to see if there would be some countryside to see. I apparently didn't go far enough. What I would give for a GPS with an accurate map of the roads around here. I need to explore the back roads some more but don't want to get completely lost or have the bike break down in the middle of nowhere without mobile phone coverage. 

Fruit and Veg Market in Thiruvananthapuram

market in thiruvananthapuram

  

you wanna piece of this?

  

Not here you don't

  

coiled up

  

ganesha under construction