An ode to my bike

I started riding a two wheeler way back in 2000. Fallen in love with riding ever since. Had a Bajaj Boxer 100cc (99.94 to be precise) to support my heavy frame (Not that heavy now) Went on my first bike trip in a pulsar. When ever saw a bullet on the road and the gleaming eyes of the rider, I wanted to own one. Joining IBM gave me the freedom to think about investing in the bike. First month into my job, I was scouting the net for a used bike, when my eyes fell on a Bullet Electra. I called the owner pronto, saw the bike the next day and mom loaned me money to buy the bike the next week. Two kicks and the engine was up and running. Feeling the engine, I fell in love with it.

The feel of the bike, the steady thump that moves from the engine and all the way to the entire body, only a bulletteer can explain the feeling and cannot be comprehended by a mere mortal :D

Riding the bike on the highway, with the sun shining on the chrome, the wind blowing on the face, the mind, body and the bike all in sync, the only sound that can be heard is the sweet thump of the bike ahh such wonderful moments of peace, tranquility and harmony. The way it responds to the throttle, purring like a cat when fondled, a wonderful machine, a wonderful feeling.

People may think that I am crazy ( I am not including those that have already considered me crazy). But riding a bullet, one connects to it. A kind of bond develops with you and the machine.
Not riding my bike for a few days will make me miss something so badly, that I take it for a ride irrespective of the distance. The first few kilometers and no matter how low I am it never has failed to bring a smile across my face.

I will miss my bike terribly when I leave Indian shores for my masters abroad. I hope that the next rider to ride my bike will share the same feeling and connect to it in the same way as I have.


Adios
Bharat and Tornado (My bike)