I always dreamt of riding a two wheeler particularly a geared one . But never took pain to learn it since childhood to manhood to learn one. Whenever someone questioned me why don’t you learn a motorbike , I use to reply with my standard answer . “I don’t want to pollute the environment with this power driven vehicles”. From my childhood the only help I did to the environment was to pee on the roadside . Surely this might have helped plants or trees .
Finally a couple of months back I took up the challenge of buying and learning a motorcycle . Now it is 2 months so it would be good to share my moto ride experience with you.
So it starts …
Couple of days back Prasanna has send me a forward email . It is a lifestyle analytical email which asks you a few question and after that we need map our answers appropriately to find our stlye of living . In that mail a question was “whether I prefer flying or driving” . Since I have neither wings nor did a crazy stunt of jumping out of my window from 5 floor so I never tasted flying . My recent bike driving made me choose driving as my preference . But the analysis for that question was I am not a braveheart . That was the moment I concluded that mail was a hoax mail. If you don’t believe me try out riding through the lanes of Borabanda. If ever Christopher Nolan drives his vehicle through Borabanda he would definitely plan to shoot next Batman or Inception there.
You can never cross 20 KMPH on that roads . The moment you cross , you can greet your ortho doctor and insurance agent.
I need to cross this Borabanda area to go my office . So daily I need to cross this twice which makes it more tough. It is a stretch of 3 kms. It starts with a crowded uneven road with ups and downs. When I start that stretch immediately I move a bit back on my sit to safeguard my nature settings against hitting the petrol tank. Riding on this road make me feel good . It is as good as riding a horse. Whenever my bike enters this road I feel I am Kalabhairav , riding baadshah, the black horse (here it is the black pulsar) to get Mitravinda chunni . Then the Borabanda township starts . Roads with a very few potholes , just a few that you would be very happy to have those many rupees as your monthly salary.
Only once I just tried, no no not tried , I dared to cross 20KMPH . The moment my bike odometer crossed 20 , a vehicle from nowhere just ran into mine breaking my toe finger so never dare to cross that 20 mark in Borabanda.
Horn . this is a toy given along with your vehicle. When I started to learn driving , I was quite polite to all my co roadmates giving them enough space , signals and horns . Later I realized that these just exploit you . Once in my native Tanuku I was driving my father’s Activa. A lady in forties was standing on the road disturbing traffic. I deliberately accelerated my Activa to high speed and kept on honking . The lady kept on watching me but never moved an inch. Finally I gave up , applied break and stopped just before the lady. That lady immediately started to curse me for driving so fast . My vehicle stopped almost 5 feet away from her doing no harm in her territory .Just as lord Buddha got reliazation at Bodh Gaya under a tree for me it was horn realization on the road . So the moral of Driving is Horn is of no use. Instead of honking just shout “Jarugu bey Saale” , the guy/girl would immediately give way for your vehicle.
Enjoy maadi...
Visu
