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October 31, 2014 Leave a comment

Some thoughts that I picked up on the Internet a long time ago…

Pleasure is when you finish your day ride, and reach in one piece. You
are the smallest vehicle on the highway, and you survived.

Pleasure is when you take off your wristwatch, and see a band of
untanned skin.

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.

Pleasure is when you use your hands, arms, thighs, knees and feet to

Pleasure is when you take off your riding jacket for a break and feel
the breeze dry your sweat.

Pleasure is when you sing to yourself on an empty road. You are the
world’s best rock star.

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.

Pleasure is when you cut through air, at 50 kph or 100.

Pleasure is when you reach a place you never been before, and someone
you have never seen before asks you for a ride. And comes back grinning.

Pleasure is when you wave to village kids, and they wave back.

Pleasure is when you almost, almost fall. But don’t.

Pleasure is when you fight the wind, and win.

Pleasure is when you get up that narrow path for the view you never

Pleasure is when you view the world at an angle.

Pleasure is when you eat bugs at 90 kph.

Pleasure is when you look at a dust-streaked face in the mirror after a
500 km ride.

Pleasure is when your pillion moves with you.

Pleasure is when your throttle hand has calluses.

Pleasure is when you jump a speed breaker.

Pleasure is when you stop to help push a stranded car to the side of the

Pleasure is when you stop at the smallest of towns, and somebody asks
you technical specifications.

Pleasure is when your book of roadmaps gets dog-eared, rain-splashed,

Pleasure is when you give a stranger a lift.

Pleasure is when you have battle-scars.

Pleasure is when you can feel the cool morning and the hot afternoon,
the light rain and the damp fog.

Pleasure is when you leave four-wheeler traffic standing in a jam.

Pleasure is when you are free. Open. Independent. Liberated.

Pleasure is a Royal Enfield Bullet.


The Unmistakable Beat – Part II

January 21, 2009 Leave a comment
The diagnosis is complete, and the verdict is scary… Kerrigan is damaged, and to a great extent. Apart from what I had expected (pushrods, rockers & piston rings), there is apparently also a damaged Crankshaft Bearing.

Now, ordinarily changing a bearing is not a big deal per-se, but to access the Crankshaft the engine needs to be opened up. And the effect is cascading. Other partially worn out parts will be exposed (which will prudently have to be replaced as well), all the packings will have to be changed. Who knows, the Crankshaft might turn out to be cracked too? Add to this the Piston Ring, Cylinder re-boring, possible replacement of rockers – the list goes on an on.

Optimistic estimates – Rs 15k. Pessimistically speaking – I shudder to think of it.

Anyways, what’s to be done is to be done. However, I have decided to keep this overhaul on hold. It looks like I will be moving to Pune in another couple of months time, and I am sure Kerrigan will take another beating during the shifting.

Once we are Pune, she’ll be admitted to the Company Showroom and will come back rejuvenated. Yes, a couple of month’s worth of running in will be required again, but it will be over just in time to welcome the monsoons.

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The Unmistakable Beat

January 16, 2009 2 comments
A couple of years ago, I had a morning drill everyday:

    Take Kerrigan off her stand and straddle her, hold the decompression switch. Press the kick just till you feel the piston reaching the Top Dead Center, hold the position. Let go of the decompression switch, lift the choke-valve, let go the accelerator, and very gently push the kick all the way down. Then, sweet music – the unmistakable “Thump-Thump-Thump-Thump”.

Over the past four years, we got another two-wheeler, and then a car. In short, I wasn’t riding Kerrigan everyday. With the onset of the last monsoon, she just stood frozen in the parking lot, naked to the elements; but no more.

Today I had some people take her away for an overhaul. They’ve promised to set her right in another 4 days time – there’s a few things wrong with her internals.

I just can’t wait to start the morning drills again.

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The Right Side

December 15, 2008 Leave a comment
When I passed out of college in 2000, one of my foremost goals was to buy a bike of my own. Earning money for the first time, a lot of it was spent in giving gifts to near & dear ones, and of course in enjoying the new-found financial independence. What this meant was that it was well into 2003 before I could keep aside sufficient money for the downpayment on the bike loan (My bike cost me 75k, so the downpayment was huge – at least it seemed so then).

While researching what bike to buy, I had considered the Thunderbird, but I didn’t like the silencer; I then settled on the Machismo. However, right when I decided to actually go to the showroom, Royal Enfield released a new model – the 2004 Elektra. The moment I set my eyes on it, I was hooked. The day I took delivery of my bike, I christened her “Kerrigan” (the first name’s Sarah). The best part is, the gears are on the right side – the classic Enfield design.

All too often, people speak to me of this – why did I choose a bike with gears on the “wrong” side. And I reply – hey, it’s your bike that has gears on the wrong side.

And now, that’s what happens when people speak to me of my age. “Hey, you are on the wrong side of 30 now!!” And I reply “No dude, it’s you who is on the wrong side; come and join us.”

Agreed – we wear 80’s style bootcuts & leather jackets; but hey, on the street who gets looked at in admiration? We are like our Bullets – Asphalt Hot, Retro Cool.