[I/O] Pleasure!
[I/O] For those of you who dont know me, I'm a die hard Biker, and the proud owner of a Royal Enfield Thunderbird. Pretty damned good bike. It just came in today after servicing, and looks so sexy that Its an effort to tear myself away from it. I got this from my club, the Madras Bulls. We'r bascically a gang of bikers, and thats it really. The following is a conversation between an "Esteem Driving Gentleman" and a fellow Biker, Enjoy!
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Then what is the pleasure?he asked quizzically.
I only smiled as he walked to his Esteem VX, got in and slowly drove off.
I'll tell you exactly what the pleasure is, Mr Esteem-Driving Gentleman.
The pleasure is when you finish your day's ride, and reach in one piece.
You're the smallest vehicle on the road, and you've survived.
The pleasure is when you take off your wristwatch, and see a band of
untanned skin.
The pleasure is when your motorcycle and you move as one single united
form. Whatever shape the road takes, whichever end of the compass it leads
to.
The pleasure is when you use your hands, arms, thighs, knees and feet to
steer.
The pleasure is when you take off your riding jacket for a break, and feel
the breeze dry your sweat.
The pleasure is when you sing to yourself on an empty road. You're the
world's best rock star.
The pleasure is when your rear wheel slides, and you bring it back, when
the front wheel lifts, and you take your time bringing it back.
The pleasure is when you cut through air, at 50 kph or 100.
The pleasure is when you reach a place you've never been before, and
someone you've never seen before asks you for a ride. And comes back
grinning.
The pleasure is when you wave to village kids, and they wave back.
The pleasure is when you almost, almost fall. But don't.
The pleasure is when you fight the wind, and win.
The pleasure is when you get up that narrow path for the view you’ll never
forget.
The pleasure is when you view the world at an angle.
The pleasure is when you eat bugs at 90 kph.
The pleasure is when you look at a dust-streaked face in the mirror after a
500 km ride, and don't want to wash up.
The pleasure is when your pillion moves with you.
The pleasure is when your throttle hand has calluses.
The pleasure is when you stop to help push a stranded car to the side of
the road.
The pleasure is when you stop at the smallest of towns, and somebody asks
you technical specifications, or "Acha gaadi hai, per Kitna deta hai?"
The pleasure is when your book of roadmaps gets dog-eared, rain-splashed,
tea-stained.
The pleasure is when you give a stranger a lift.
The pleasure is when you leave four-wheeler traffic standing in a jam.
The pleasure is when you are'nt lulled by an air-conditioner.
The pleasure is when you are free. Open. Independent. Liberated.
The pleasure is when you are a biker. But you'll never know how that feels,
will you, Mr Esteem-Driving Gentleman?
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Those of you who are bikers, would have enjoyed this post more. anyway, thats it for today, I'll catch ya fellas later.
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Then what is the pleasure?he asked quizzically.
I only smiled as he walked to his Esteem VX, got in and slowly drove off.
I'll tell you exactly what the pleasure is, Mr Esteem-Driving Gentleman.
The pleasure is when you finish your day's ride, and reach in one piece.
You're the smallest vehicle on the road, and you've survived.
The pleasure is when you take off your wristwatch, and see a band of
untanned skin.
The pleasure is when your motorcycle and you move as one single united
form. Whatever shape the road takes, whichever end of the compass it leads
to.
The pleasure is when you use your hands, arms, thighs, knees and feet to
steer.
The pleasure is when you take off your riding jacket for a break, and feel
the breeze dry your sweat.
The pleasure is when you sing to yourself on an empty road. You're the
world's best rock star.
The pleasure is when your rear wheel slides, and you bring it back, when
the front wheel lifts, and you take your time bringing it back.
The pleasure is when you cut through air, at 50 kph or 100.
The pleasure is when you reach a place you've never been before, and
someone you've never seen before asks you for a ride. And comes back
grinning.
The pleasure is when you wave to village kids, and they wave back.
The pleasure is when you almost, almost fall. But don't.
The pleasure is when you fight the wind, and win.
The pleasure is when you get up that narrow path for the view you’ll never
forget.
The pleasure is when you view the world at an angle.
The pleasure is when you eat bugs at 90 kph.
The pleasure is when you look at a dust-streaked face in the mirror after a
500 km ride, and don't want to wash up.
The pleasure is when your pillion moves with you.
The pleasure is when your throttle hand has calluses.
The pleasure is when you stop to help push a stranded car to the side of
the road.
The pleasure is when you stop at the smallest of towns, and somebody asks
you technical specifications, or "Acha gaadi hai, per Kitna deta hai?"
The pleasure is when your book of roadmaps gets dog-eared, rain-splashed,
tea-stained.
The pleasure is when you give a stranger a lift.
The pleasure is when you leave four-wheeler traffic standing in a jam.
The pleasure is when you are'nt lulled by an air-conditioner.
The pleasure is when you are free. Open. Independent. Liberated.
The pleasure is when you are a biker. But you'll never know how that feels,
will you, Mr Esteem-Driving Gentleman?
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Those of you who are bikers, would have enjoyed this post more. anyway, thats it for today, I'll catch ya fellas later.
posted by Anir @ 5:30 AM
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