As for Day 1, I walked through the dust and dirt to the entrance, the usual madness of any large gathering in Goa pounced on me. There were people, security, hawkers, animals, and everything that you might expect. Finally I was inside the compound, parked my ride. I was immediately shown the box office, handed some coupons for food, and basically left to my own devices. Turns out these coupons could also be used for food & beer.
Eating Dust at India Bike Week
I stand by my choice of coupon use. As I walked around with my heavy equipment, the bikes started to pour in. Engines were roaring and adrenaline, along with red dirt, filled the air. I breathed in both. Dust rose as bikes drove freely around the grounds of the event. Bikes literally drove through the crowds near the stage. I felt the red dust in my eyes, my mouth, and my nose. I saw it settling on top of the foam in my beer, then felt it in my teeth as I drank. I would wake up every morning for the rest of the weekend tasting this dust, and then for a few days after. By now, to be honest, I had a few beers and my enthusiasm was rising. I started to feel the energy of the event as night was falling on this corner of the south of India.