On an unusually sultry June Monday evening, we sat discussing over a few glasses of sugarcane juice where to go cycling Tuesday morning.
That’s what we started off with, but then ended up discussing the ongoing French open and Rafa’s historic loss to Soderling. And the topic moved on to trips, and cycling, but not once did it revert to the original topic of discussion – Tuesday morning’s ride route.
Just as we were about to disperse to our respective homes, we decided to meet at Satara road, Citypride multiplex at 6 AM the next day. That meant, that I would have to get up at 5, get dressed, and reach Panse’s place at 5.45 AM max. I did, and was waiting for Panse to come out, when I saw some Gulmohar flowers on the ground, Picked up one, and jammed a few petals on the handlebar so as to add a little colour to my silver bike… 
6.10 AM we all gathered at
My poor silver bottle got partially crushed when it got dislodged from the holder on the cycle frame and rolled down the road, and a tempo ran over it… But it took the shock well, and although it’s a little bent from one side, it still holds water well... 
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