Each road I have ridden on here is different. Each has its own feel. Each one has its own rhythm, tempo and timbre. The landscape, the road surface, the traffic, the noise, the conditions, even the bike that you ride all are like different elements to a song.
And, like music, it make you feel different things too. The road down from Nako for instance, was pure exhileration, perhaps Beethoven. Delhi traffic was like hammer blows to the nerves, perhaps discordant interminable, ethnic music. The road between Kunzum-La and Rohtang was awe inspiring, but required intense concentration, perhaps like a modern electronica masterpiece.
Mostly National Highways are tedious. Duel lanes, toll booths, traffic, roadworks, diversions, bad driving, but at a steady pace, eating up the kilmotres.
But today, between Pushkar and Jodhpur, the road was joyful. Wide, single lanes, good surfaces, mysterious rocky outcrops, sparse scrubland. A fast pace, getting deeper and deeper into the dry west. In the early morning sun, it was beautiful.
I do not know what songs there will be in future, deeper into the desert. If they keep on like this, then it will be symphony.
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