I’ve been addicted to riding since childhood and I always wanted that which was not readily available. In school I wanted a boys cycle just because I was rebellious, yes, but also because a boys cycle (the one with a bar in the center) felt different, rugged not delicate, just different.
Fast forward to college and I wanted a motorbike, a TVS 50 just didn’t cut it. So one of the first things I bought after I started working was a TVS Victor. I didn’t know how to ride when I took delivery of the bike and I spent a lot of early mornings after that learning from my younger brother. (One of those very few things I learned from him :P Thanks Bro)
Riding was never about the bike for me, well partly but mostly it was about feeling one with the bike, the road like a ribbon on moonlight (thanks A. Noyes), the sun warm on the face and the wind fluffing up my jacket.
I’ve ridden a fair bit in the late two years, but either pillion or in a rush to get somewhere and then that two-month sabbatical. I just missed being able to ride but hadn’t realized what I was missing until a few days back.
I wasn’t riding fast; I was averaging between 40 and 50 but suddenly the world transformed. The bike felt smooth, the throttle calm to my palm, the road a ribbon of night and I was one with my bike. It didn’t matter that it was just a Dio, in that moment we were one, the curves a joy and the straights an observatory. I watched the city around me with a sense of slowness, every detail seemed vivid and clear; as if time slowed down. The world felt beautiful as we rode together.
The above paragraph may sound loony but I think some riders will relate to the feeling. I’ve tried to put it in words but I don’t think words are enough to describe it. But it felt so good I just had to share it. :) It’s such a joy to ride!
I can totally relate to this. Memories of how I missed my bike when I had broken my leg is still fresh. Looking forward to riding in Aussie land :)
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