Stories from the road

Some mornings are meant for sleeping in — and some are meant for chasing the sunrise on two wheels. This past Sunday was definitely the latter.

Sunday, 2nd March, I embarked on a 100 km maiden breakfast ride from Sarjapur, Bangalore to the iconic Mulbagal Dosa Corner, accompanied by two close friends: Tushar and Vikram. The idea was simple — ride hard, eat heartily, and create memories on the road.

The Machines & The Crew

• Tushar rolled in on his BMW F850, looking like he’d stepped straight out of a vintage motorcycling calendar. Dressed in full retro riding gear, he turned more heads at signals than most movie stars.

• Vikram, the ever-stylish one, arrived on his Royal Enfield Interceptor. With his signature swagger and brand-new Ferrari riding gloves, he looked every bit like a Hollywood star geared up for an action sequence.

• And me? I was astride my beloved Royal Enfield Super Meteor, still soaking in that “new bike” feeling. First ride. First sunrise. First taste of the open road. It doesn’t get more memorable than that.

On the Road

We kicked off the ride at around 5:45 AM from Sarjapur. The city was still half-asleep, which worked perfectly for us. Riding out of the city limits, we hit the newly constructed Kolar highway — a biker’s dream with its wide lanes, smooth curves, and minimal traffic.

The sun slowly crept up as we cruised along, bathing the landscape in golden hues. With wind in our faces and engines humming beneath us, the silence between us was filled with nothing but the joy of the ride.

Destination: Mulbagal Dosa Corner

By 8 AM, we rolled into Mulbagal, hungry and excited. The legendary Mulbagal Dosa Corner did not disappoint. Soft, buttery dosas with that signature crunch, served with lip-smacking chutney and piping hot filter coffee — it was breakfast heaven.

There’s something about eating a meal after a long ride — the food tastes better, the conversations are deeper, and the satisfaction is doubled.

Return Ride & Reflections

After a relaxed breakfast and some fun banter, we saddled up again and began the return journey. The ride back was just as smooth, with the sun now high and the highway still inviting. We reached back to Bangalore around 12 noon, each of us carrying more than just a full stomach — we came back with stories, laughs, and the itch to ride again soon.

This was not just a 100 km ride for dosa. It was about friendship, freedom, and finding joy in the little things — like watching the sky change colors as you ride, or hearing your friend’s laughter echoing through the intercom.

To many, it might just be a ride for breakfast. But for us, it was a soulful Sunday that reminded us why we ride.