I was never a racer. I don't do bike stunts, even though i know to perform most of the stunts. I've never been into proper race. For last 3 years, i was a decent motorcyclist, as in i don't rev up my engine at all. The max speed I hit was 60, there was nothing rash, the gear ratio's were in tune. The RPM never crossed 5000, my ride got used to the gentleness. That gentleness was stemmed from my desire to live longer, for things i craved for. I thought i had a future with someone at someplace, I removed myself from living in the edge. But not anymore. I'm back to where i was, and things are as crazy an adrenaline pumped as it was.
I was never into machines when i was a kid. I was never that kid who goes through car magazines, or idolize racers. In fact i never wanted to have a vehicle for myself. Everything changed when my dad offered me a motorcycle. He got me one, not the best of lot, my beast was an "averager" on all fronts. I did not know how to drive one, so everything started with my ride, (i call me motorcycle by the name 'ride' which is self explanatory, so from here on, i would refer it as 'ride' only). I mastered in it, and as usual the addiction to speed came in to me normally. Its a trait in me, I always embrace the danger of anything in my life, maybe that explains why Im borderline rude to everything, everyone in my life. They doesn't know how much i care for them, or how worried and bothered I'm for them, in fact i keep on thinking and evaluating them/it every time in my mind. At the surface, it looks like i treat them bad, but on the long run, it becomes obvious how much i care for them. Coming back to the post, I started to embrace 100+ speeds quite often. I did not even had a license to drive a motorcycle, and to top it off, my friend who is my partner in everything, was not afraid to die just like I'm, perfect combination!
I started my adventures on highways. There was this 19 km journey from my home to my college, through the busy streets of my city as well as through highway. Everyday it was a race against time. I've never participated in any organized race, but i was always in search of race, whenever i was on road. Overtaking me was an open invite to race me, and only a few have overtaken me in my life. I consistently decimated guys who tried to show off on their motorcycle with their girlfriends, maybe it was my way of getting back at lady love for not giving me a chance, but i was particular that no lady or girl had a chance to sat behind me. I reserved that spot to a special one, which is yet to happen. My mom was and still is terrified to sit in any vehicle that's driven by me and scares away anyone who tries to sit with me on my ride, so keeping that pillion seat away from ladies is easier for me :).
I've never washed my ride. Only thing i do is to get it serviced at the right time. The only times my ride sees water is when it rains. But my ride has survived without a scratch or engine problem till now. We've been to many journeys, ranging from 100kms to 500kms. Never it have let down at any point of time. Have hit the speeds of 120+, actually i have this unique record of riding my motorcycle at 100+ with every single guys in my class. I took it as a mission,some where scared shitless :P, but most enjoyed the experience like roller coaster ride :P. At times people use me as a transporter to get them at places in minimum amount of time. My reputation of not being in any serious accidents makes me reliable for them. And i always loved being that guy, who is really good with machines. It got to that point that, people who knows me, doesn't dare to race with me.
Then things happened, i got into a serious relationship, and i declined everything that kept me on the edge. Maybe it was me maturing, i don't know, but there was not the passion to drive anymore. I became this mellow driver, who is very soft on my ride, and never crosses a certain speed limit. Still i was one among the faster drivers on road. A few manages to overtake me in those. I ditched all those revving ups, and sudden breaking, all the twist and turns, and weaving through traffic. Even my ride got used to it.
Things changed, I'm not a priority in anyone's life anymore, which again gave me the freedom to seduce with danger and death once again. And i celebrated it with my ride. I took her to everyplace i used to do overkill. Even my ride was a bit hesitant at the start, since it was not used to all those revving up for past 3-4 years, but it slowly caught up and became the monster it was before. I could almost sense like its asking me where I was all these years. Once again its potential was unleashed, and we embraced 100+ speed once more. My ride is now 7 years old, still it beats most of the other motorcycles on road. Corners separate men from boys, I've never lost grip on corners, my rides foot pegs are almost worn due to the contact with road on corners, still I've never lost grip even once. I've got this trust with my ride that, it will end only with me. Grateful to have my ride in my life!
I was never into machines when i was a kid. I was never that kid who goes through car magazines, or idolize racers. In fact i never wanted to have a vehicle for myself. Everything changed when my dad offered me a motorcycle. He got me one, not the best of lot, my beast was an "averager" on all fronts. I did not know how to drive one, so everything started with my ride, (i call me motorcycle by the name 'ride' which is self explanatory, so from here on, i would refer it as 'ride' only). I mastered in it, and as usual the addiction to speed came in to me normally. Its a trait in me, I always embrace the danger of anything in my life, maybe that explains why Im borderline rude to everything, everyone in my life. They doesn't know how much i care for them, or how worried and bothered I'm for them, in fact i keep on thinking and evaluating them/it every time in my mind. At the surface, it looks like i treat them bad, but on the long run, it becomes obvious how much i care for them. Coming back to the post, I started to embrace 100+ speeds quite often. I did not even had a license to drive a motorcycle, and to top it off, my friend who is my partner in everything, was not afraid to die just like I'm, perfect combination!
I started my adventures on highways. There was this 19 km journey from my home to my college, through the busy streets of my city as well as through highway. Everyday it was a race against time. I've never participated in any organized race, but i was always in search of race, whenever i was on road. Overtaking me was an open invite to race me, and only a few have overtaken me in my life. I consistently decimated guys who tried to show off on their motorcycle with their girlfriends, maybe it was my way of getting back at lady love for not giving me a chance, but i was particular that no lady or girl had a chance to sat behind me. I reserved that spot to a special one, which is yet to happen. My mom was and still is terrified to sit in any vehicle that's driven by me and scares away anyone who tries to sit with me on my ride, so keeping that pillion seat away from ladies is easier for me :).
I've never washed my ride. Only thing i do is to get it serviced at the right time. The only times my ride sees water is when it rains. But my ride has survived without a scratch or engine problem till now. We've been to many journeys, ranging from 100kms to 500kms. Never it have let down at any point of time. Have hit the speeds of 120+, actually i have this unique record of riding my motorcycle at 100+ with every single guys in my class. I took it as a mission,some where scared shitless :P, but most enjoyed the experience like roller coaster ride :P. At times people use me as a transporter to get them at places in minimum amount of time. My reputation of not being in any serious accidents makes me reliable for them. And i always loved being that guy, who is really good with machines. It got to that point that, people who knows me, doesn't dare to race with me.
Then things happened, i got into a serious relationship, and i declined everything that kept me on the edge. Maybe it was me maturing, i don't know, but there was not the passion to drive anymore. I became this mellow driver, who is very soft on my ride, and never crosses a certain speed limit. Still i was one among the faster drivers on road. A few manages to overtake me in those. I ditched all those revving ups, and sudden breaking, all the twist and turns, and weaving through traffic. Even my ride got used to it.
Things changed, I'm not a priority in anyone's life anymore, which again gave me the freedom to seduce with danger and death once again. And i celebrated it with my ride. I took her to everyplace i used to do overkill. Even my ride was a bit hesitant at the start, since it was not used to all those revving up for past 3-4 years, but it slowly caught up and became the monster it was before. I could almost sense like its asking me where I was all these years. Once again its potential was unleashed, and we embraced 100+ speed once more. My ride is now 7 years old, still it beats most of the other motorcycles on road. Corners separate men from boys, I've never lost grip on corners, my rides foot pegs are almost worn due to the contact with road on corners, still I've never lost grip even once. I've got this trust with my ride that, it will end only with me. Grateful to have my ride in my life!
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