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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
steer.

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
forget.

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
road.

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,
tea-stained.

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.