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Royal Enfield

The pleasure is all mine

The pleasure is all mine

 

Note: Original credits of this post to some guy of the same brotherhood.
Taken from here http://barfanibaba.wordpress.com/2008/03/25/the-pleasure/

  • The pleasure is when you finish your day ride, and reach in one piece. You are the smallest vehicle on the road, and you survived.
  • The pleasure is when you take off your wristwatch, and see a band of untanned skin.
  • The pleasure is when your motorcycle and you move as one single united form. Whatever shape the road takes, whichever end of the compass it leads to.
  • The pleasure is when you use your hands, arms, thighs, knees and feet to steer.
  • The pleasure is when you take off your riding jacket for a break and feel the breeze dry your sweat.
  • The pleasure is when you sing to yourself on an empty road. You are the world’s best rock star.
  • The pleasure is when your rear wheel slides and you bring it back, when the front wheel lifts and you take your time bringing it back.
  • The pleasure is when you cut through air, at 50 kph or 100.
  • The pleasure is when you reach a place you never been before, and someone you have never seen before asks you for a ride. And comes back grinning.
  • The pleasure is when you wave to village kids, and they wave back.
  • The pleasure is when you almost, almost fall. But don’t.
  • The pleasure is when you fight the wind, and win.
  • The pleasure is when you get up that narrow path for the view you never forget.
  • The pleasure is when you view the world at an angle.
  • The pleasure is when you eat bugs at 90 kph.
  • The pleasure is when you look at a dust-streaked face in the mirror after a 500 km ride, and don’t want to wash up.
  • The pleasure is when your pillion moves with you.
  • The pleasure is when you can see the petrol after a top-up.
  • The pleasure is when your throttle hand has calluses.
  • The pleasure is when you jump a speed breaker.
  • The pleasure is when you stop to help push a stranded car to the side of the road.
  • The pleasure is when you stop at the smallest of towns, and somebody asks you technical specifications.
  • The pleasure is when your book of roadmaps gets dog-eared, rain-splashed, tea-stained.
  • The pleasure is when you give a stranger a lift.
  • The pleasure is when you have battle-scars.
  • The pleasure is when you can feel the cool morning and the hot afternoon, the light rain and the damp fog.
  • The pleasure is when you leave four-wheeler traffic standing in a jam.
  • The pleasure is when you aren’t lulled by an air-conditioner.
  • The pleasure is when you are free. Open. Independent. Liberated.
  • The pleasure is a Royal Enfield Bullet.
  • Ride safe, Ride far , Ride often!

 

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