Thursday, 26 April 2012

The biker in me

What’s that sound I hear tonight? It sounds just like a Bike.
Big and tough and strong and tall,  Makes the bike one and all.
Tattooed arms to drive it straight, Leaning into distribute the weight.
Spokes so shiny, wheels so round, Pounding pavement through the town
Making noise to fill the air, Of crossing silence with shifting gears,
Tail Lights forming one straight line, bike riders sure look fine
                                                                                           -- Kimberly A. Manning   

Harley Davidson and the Marlboro man…  My memory of a passionate biker goes to the college days when I saw this movie and was totally floored by the biker….

I always liked the mighty bikes, what an adrenalin rush they led to. Growing up in a defence area, as a kid saw all the Rajdoots and Bullets just loved their roaring sounds. More than chocolates I loved the bike rides. Dad’s colleague who had a bullet was my all time favourite uncle. He lived just a block away so the rides were frequent.  For me scooter was a security metaphor, dad used to ride the Bajaj Super but the fun and the thrill of a ride was always the bike!

I may not be a biker, I don’t even drive….. never had the guts to! But I simply love the bikes. When I was getting married wanted to ensure that the guy was a biker. I was lucky to find my man, who is a fine gentleman and a fabulous biker. We have had amazing biking experiences together. He wants to teach me to ride a bike but… I simply can’t handle the traffic. I hold a driving license for both two and four wheelers; the irony is it only serves as an identity proof for me. By the way I did earn my license!

I know a whole lot of bikers and some of them just spend their Sundays on servicing their power machines. May be just dismantle the whole mean thing and put it right back again paying attention to every piece of art to perfection. Some own almost a dozen of them, and giving each one the due attention. Looking at them I understand the psychology of polygamy! To them preparing for and going on a long ride is a ceremony and the bonding just amazing.

The dream present for my hubby is the mighty Harley Davidson, I want to gift him that…. I dream of the rides just like the ones that I remember vividly about in the movie. The thrill will be even more when my sons have me as the pillion rider!

Four wheels move the body.  Two wheels move the soul……

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