For me motorcycling or biking as some others will call it, is freedom. that is my freedom, my therapy, meditation, motivation. To me its that point that i do feel so alive, the world around me doesn't matter. I once met an older ride and he told me "Four wheels move the body. Two wheels move the soul." and i will say this, yes it does.
I have been biking for about 2 years now and all of it has been in the Indian city of Bangalore in the state of Karnataka.So far it has been an experience, one of it is because this is where i learnt how to ride. It started with a classmate's bike, a Bajaj Pulsar 220. He taught me the various parts and what they do and within 15 minutes i was moving, riding in clockwise and anticlockwise wide circles. Unfortunately for me i was unable to continue learning for some months until my then roommate bought his own bike, a Yamaha FZ 150, Within a week i was riding fair enough. Learning to ride is not a difficult task, people fear that they will fall off or get hit by something. My answer to that is yes you will fall, yes you will get hit by something, yes you will hit something but in all you just take a deep breathe and say "F*** **" and away you go. That is when you get to experience freedom of the two wheels.
As time went on as it does i got better, riding small inner streets. It was time to go on the highway, the true test. So the day i picked was the day i go shopping at the supermarket which is 6km away so that was a total journey of 12km. Got the bike went to the Petrol Station first and then it was time. By the time i got on the highway everything i learnt i forgot, panic sets in. So i pack waitied a few minutes, deep breaths, "F*** **" and away i go. The journey went well, made a few abrupt stops and apologizing for them. At the end of it all it was fun and i was happy.
Over the months i borrow friends bike to ride somewhere and come back. The unspoken rule of borrowing bike was put petrol when you are done and don't break the bike, not that everyone followed it but i did. Sometimes if the bike stays with me overnight and i can't sleep, i go out and ride, just ride through the empty streets feeling the cold wind. One time some friends came home late saw me coming back and were surprised, asking where did i go? I told them that i couldn't sleep so i just went out riding and they where like "you and riding". With that i got the chance to ride other bike like the, Yamaha R15 V1 & V2, Bajaj Avenger, Honda CBR250, Honda CBZ, Bajaj Pulsar 150, Bajaj Pulsar 180 Bajaj Pulsar 200NS, different Scotties.
I now ride a Royal Enfield Thunderbird 350, even went on a road trip with it but that is for another post. I do know one thing and that is i will continue to ride. Biking is my passion and freedom. So i ask you, what is your passion, what gives you your sense of freedom? For if you don't have that you are just living and not alive.
I have been biking for about 2 years now and all of it has been in the Indian city of Bangalore in the state of Karnataka.So far it has been an experience, one of it is because this is where i learnt how to ride. It started with a classmate's bike, a Bajaj Pulsar 220. He taught me the various parts and what they do and within 15 minutes i was moving, riding in clockwise and anticlockwise wide circles. Unfortunately for me i was unable to continue learning for some months until my then roommate bought his own bike, a Yamaha FZ 150, Within a week i was riding fair enough. Learning to ride is not a difficult task, people fear that they will fall off or get hit by something. My answer to that is yes you will fall, yes you will get hit by something, yes you will hit something but in all you just take a deep breathe and say "F*** **" and away you go. That is when you get to experience freedom of the two wheels.
As time went on as it does i got better, riding small inner streets. It was time to go on the highway, the true test. So the day i picked was the day i go shopping at the supermarket which is 6km away so that was a total journey of 12km. Got the bike went to the Petrol Station first and then it was time. By the time i got on the highway everything i learnt i forgot, panic sets in. So i pack waitied a few minutes, deep breaths, "F*** **" and away i go. The journey went well, made a few abrupt stops and apologizing for them. At the end of it all it was fun and i was happy.
Over the months i borrow friends bike to ride somewhere and come back. The unspoken rule of borrowing bike was put petrol when you are done and don't break the bike, not that everyone followed it but i did. Sometimes if the bike stays with me overnight and i can't sleep, i go out and ride, just ride through the empty streets feeling the cold wind. One time some friends came home late saw me coming back and were surprised, asking where did i go? I told them that i couldn't sleep so i just went out riding and they where like "you and riding". With that i got the chance to ride other bike like the, Yamaha R15 V1 & V2, Bajaj Avenger, Honda CBR250, Honda CBZ, Bajaj Pulsar 150, Bajaj Pulsar 180 Bajaj Pulsar 200NS, different Scotties.
I now ride a Royal Enfield Thunderbird 350, even went on a road trip with it but that is for another post. I do know one thing and that is i will continue to ride. Biking is my passion and freedom. So i ask you, what is your passion, what gives you your sense of freedom? For if you don't have that you are just living and not alive.
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