We left mansehra early so that we can reach Naran and have breakfast there..
But we absolutly had no idea that what Allah has planned for us....
Just after getting out of Mansehra and where the mountain Climb starts after which Balakot comes... we were going like a breeze...
It started to slowly "RIM Jhim" a little at various spots.. but at on point the rain escalated and we were moving in pairs I over took Salar Sahab and was in middle of Kashif and salar kashif was ahead and salar on my tail.. but due to rain I even over took him and indicated him to stop ..
we stopped under a tree and started pulling out the rain coats and realize Salar did not stopped neather he crossed us.. then where is he ?
We were just talking about him when a local Car came to us yelling that a rider with you guys has fallen...
HOLLY FC*K!!! I was stunned we jumped on bikes and rushed back... on reaching the spot we saw salar sitting on the road side his Prodor100 was kaput from from Beam and handle the Trunk on rear was detached and the carrie has taken the damaged..
DAMN!!!
By this time I first time realised that its been the first time Salar has ever taken the bike to this level of Rising as he belong to a jeepers Clan and has absolutly NO experience on "How to Ride a bike in Mountains" - AND now I was worried..
Becuaes we were not heading to just ordinary mountains.. but we were going into the the most BadA$$ mountain range of the world which sanes no mercy what so ever....
Before the Start of the trip I advised to waer comeplte safe gaurd kit and Salar was lucky that he was wearing the complete Body Kit and was unharmed (Scraches are no Harm to men) ...




