who are we ?

travelling somewhere always has uncertainties, some or the other uncertainties. yet, with least or very little tension in out minds, about these uncertainties, we set on our journeys. what gives us this confidence ? its the trust we have in our inventions - here in this case, the automobiles we choose to travel!
in inventions, we trust!
After spending 5 days, riding 1438 km with my trusty mate, last 500 km or so in extreme weather, realized quite a lot!

the western ghat region between jog and honnavar is truly awesome. in some blog, i had read that honnavar has a beach. and on this cloudy evening of oct 30th, got the first glimpse of the sun. it was 1730 hrs and 20 kms to reach honnavar, in the extreme ghat. the curves are too sharp and maintaining speed of 30kmph avg was taking its toll. on one of the hair pin bends, i had leaned so much that the left footrest scraped against the bitumen. it was literally a race between us and the sun - either we get to reach the beach and watch the sun set or the sun goes down, without we seeing him. after we reached honnavar, sun decided to hide behind thick clouds. so we  lost or he won, is not the question. the matter of concern is now - the trust we have on our mates. trusting the rubber, we lean to negotiate a curve. we dont hesitate to rev up to 8000 rpm, without bothering about the timing chain. thats the trust we have, on our mates!
reached honnavar and asked a school going kid - how to reach the beach ? he says - there is no beach in honnavar. while me and ninad we discussing about the site where i had got that info, an elderly man asked us - whats the confusion ? we said - i was told that there is a beach here but this kid says there is none. he said - there is a beach called sharavathi beach, 2 kms from here and led us there. took some photographs and enjoyed the sight of the mighty ocean. we are nothing in front of it! i literally forgot where i was, who i am and was enjoying the bliss, the trance seeing the energetic waves.
mighty oceans, long straight highways, our mates in whom we trust, make us really feel insignificant.
my friend, ludwig beerman has rightly put it here : lost