As a kid, motorcycles were always around me. My dad, being an enthusiast along with his group of friends, passed on his passion for riding to me at a very early age. As the younger sibling, the spot on the tank was reserved for me during the family outings. With my hands on the handle bar and the wind in my face, pretending to ride it on my own, the dream to ride it on my own someday was born. Fortunately and surprisingly at a very young age of 8 years I lay my hands on a Honda Street 100 cc at my native place. After a day of runs up and down the road, I felt the need to be doing this for the rest of my life. I learned fast.
The day I got my learner’s license, the real motorcycling dream came true. I had the keys to the gorgeous Yezdi 250 CL II in my hands. My dad’s prized possession. From that day on, till today, I have made beautiful memories with my machines.
I started working as soon as I could and the first thing I bought was a motorcycle. My first bike, the Pulsar 220 DTSi, is still running strong. She has been with me all along, through dirt, traffic, heat, Mumbai rains as well as on the open highways and the race track. One day I would be in traffic with the idle engine cooking my crotch. The next day I would be off to Lonavla with her with the cool breeze in my face. It has been with me through storm rides, long skids, fishtails, unintentional wheelies & stoppies and crashes too. She has been my companion through the good, the bad and the downright ugly times in my life.
For work or for play, riding has been fun and will always be fun! Never a commuter! Always a biker!