Riding is more than just passion, it an art for some, a proving ground for many and a sense of pride for most. It leaves you with a smooth blended taste of freedom, adventure and a dash of overwhelming achievement. A state of being where you rediscover yourself, as you shed away the routine of everyday life. It is a library of fond memories, new experiences and over all, your monument of peace. Riding isn’t the evolution of your body; it’s just the betterment of your soul.
My first stint with a motorcycle started out with me borrowing a friend’s RX-100 to prove that I could in fact ride. I still remember the wind in my face and the lack of testies to switch beyond the second gear. But that’s all it took, one short ride got me hooked, and I couldn’t get enough of it. My first bike was the Passion which I still have and yes she still runs smooth as ever, even though I’ve had her for over 13 years. I still remember during the early days I used to sneak her out in the middle of the night for a quick spin and on more courageous nights till Lonavala for a quick late night chai. Over the course of these 12-13 years of riding, I’ve ridden a surprisingly short list of bikes that mainly include a caliber, a pulsar 220 and for the last year the KTM Duke 390. And while I look back to the days when my room was graced with pictures of the beautiful Ducati 996, the brawny Kawasaki ZX 12r and the mental Y2K, It has been an incredible journey, over amazing destinations, with some of the most insane people along the way. My only regret, I did not pick-up the gorgeous BMW R-100 when I had the chance.