my lil story
Like every other Punjabi munda, I fell in love with a Bullet in 11th std I think. Started pestering my parents for buying me one when I got into engg college. Succeeded in second year! So bought a 1994 bullet sometime in Oct 1997.
Was just the usual poser, with only a few real 'rides', but some where down the line, started doing more and more riding, esp during my 2 year stay in Kerala from 02-04. Also, somewhere, sometime, the need for speed,which had been there always though, grew from a craving to a monsterous hunger . Rode crazy over half of Bangalore. Hosur road was my playground. I would ride to electronics city and hear people saying they come in Bus because u cant get past 40 on hosur road. I would say yeah (while laughing inside probably) because I used to run out of throttle on around 2-3 stretches! Well, if u r from bangalore and have seen a machismo running stupid on hosur road with "SLOW SUCKS" written at the back of rider's helmet, then you now know who it was.(oops, I confessed!).
ok getting back to the point, I knew all I needed was a SBK. but how the f*** do I afford it . Except for getting jealous whenever I saw a SBK once in a while and trying to race them on the bullet..ha..yeah.. I tried (one RD guy had SO beaten me once..lol), I couldnt do much else.
I was almost on the verge of buying a RD(something s better than nothing u c), and behold, I m posted off to US on a long term assignment(hopefully it will last). Foremost thing that I was sure of, was that I knew I was gonna quench the thirst. Toyed with the idea of a cruiser, even a sport tourer because I wanted to travel, but finally brought a crotchrocket.. a yami R6, as nothign less than a pure crotchrocket could gimme the elixir that I needed to drink. Now, 4 months, 8500kms, two track days, 260kmph later, I wake up and thank God everyday, for giving heaven to a sinner!
But let me add this in the end.. for all those like me who will read this, who want and WILL buy their SBKs one day(yeahhh, keep the spirit up!!), the thin line separating life from death on a SBK(or any powerful thing for that matter), is RESPECT!
Respect your source of power, your machine, wonder about it, feel overwhelmed by it, never compete with it, because the day you start thinking you have mastered everything about it, that is the day your countDOWN starts!
Yes, dont become the machine's slave, become its master, but NEVER EVER allow ur mind to think you have mastered it ALL! Because most probably, you, or me, not even Rossi, ever will!
Was just the usual poser, with only a few real 'rides', but some where down the line, started doing more and more riding, esp during my 2 year stay in Kerala from 02-04. Also, somewhere, sometime, the need for speed,which had been there always though, grew from a craving to a monsterous hunger . Rode crazy over half of Bangalore. Hosur road was my playground. I would ride to electronics city and hear people saying they come in Bus because u cant get past 40 on hosur road. I would say yeah (while laughing inside probably) because I used to run out of throttle on around 2-3 stretches! Well, if u r from bangalore and have seen a machismo running stupid on hosur road with "SLOW SUCKS" written at the back of rider's helmet, then you now know who it was.(oops, I confessed!).
ok getting back to the point, I knew all I needed was a SBK. but how the f*** do I afford it . Except for getting jealous whenever I saw a SBK once in a while and trying to race them on the bullet..ha..yeah.. I tried (one RD guy had SO beaten me once..lol), I couldnt do much else.
I was almost on the verge of buying a RD(something s better than nothing u c), and behold, I m posted off to US on a long term assignment(hopefully it will last). Foremost thing that I was sure of, was that I knew I was gonna quench the thirst. Toyed with the idea of a cruiser, even a sport tourer because I wanted to travel, but finally brought a crotchrocket.. a yami R6, as nothign less than a pure crotchrocket could gimme the elixir that I needed to drink. Now, 4 months, 8500kms, two track days, 260kmph later, I wake up and thank God everyday, for giving heaven to a sinner!
But let me add this in the end.. for all those like me who will read this, who want and WILL buy their SBKs one day(yeahhh, keep the spirit up!!), the thin line separating life from death on a SBK(or any powerful thing for that matter), is RESPECT!
Respect your source of power, your machine, wonder about it, feel overwhelmed by it, never compete with it, because the day you start thinking you have mastered everything about it, that is the day your countDOWN starts!
Yes, dont become the machine's slave, become its master, but NEVER EVER allow ur mind to think you have mastered it ALL! Because most probably, you, or me, not even Rossi, ever will!
posted by Kalkat at 9:54 AM
3 Comments:
Read your blogs, for the first time......found them very intersting and inspiring.....and specially this 'my lil story'!!
u are a true sportsman with heroic way of living......salute from another punjabi ...:-) ..... !!!
Amazingly protrayed 'essence of courage and sensibility'!!
....." Respect your source of power, your machine, wonder about it, feel overwhelmed by it, never compete with it, because the day you start thinking you have mastered everything about it, that is the day your countDOWN starts!
Yes, dont become the machine's slave, become its master, but NEVER EVER allow ur mind to think you have mastered it ALL! ....." .........
Well, no need to say :...u are a great writer also....!!!
your passion for bikes or i must say "true love" for them is difficult to cage in words...
yeah it shows true sportsmanship, which i have found in very few people...
people with such dedication n determination are surely to travel a long way in life, though not that smooth, but yeah, assuring success...
no great sports-person has ever reached the zenith without few pitfalls... n the one you faced are a sign that you are the one who deserves the position... n i know you would get it...
amen!!!!!!!
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