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nkaundinya · 01-14-2010, 10:58 AM

Being from Mysore, my fascination with the Yezdi-Jawa family of motorcycles(not motor bikes mind you) started when I was in LKG when my father bought home his friends roadking for a day. It continued on when I first sat in the side car of my uncle's 53 jawa matchless. The romance has continued with me buying a 94 CL-II after me getting my first Job....!!

Unlike today's swanky, sleek and girlish motorbikes with self starts, vinyl bodies, mono shocks and computer generated decals, the yezdi clan was and is a purely man-bike. It's a rough's bike, its a rowdy's bike, its romantic bike, hell its more than a bike.....its the king of the road, the queen of the rider, and the concubine of the biker's soul.

The thunder of the 250cc exhaust, the majestic petrol tank, the clear chromed exhaust and mud-guard......Oh there were more men back then.

Sitting in the side car and licking a candy bar and going for a spin in the city, the whole world looking at you, the traffic police uncle giving you one of his rare smiles under his humongous mustache, the other kids going green with envy, and the chetak scooters halting to let you pass. Oh there were more men back then....

Cranking up the engine every morning, the echo of thunder and clouds in the portico of your house, the whole street waking up to the revving of your 250cc engine.....Oh there were more men back then.

The 1000km drive, the change of an engine oil and a wash, and ride again. The shopping trip to the city market, the drop to the kids school, the ride to the next village....Oh there were more men back then.

Now, the oil cooled engines, the 16 year old kids on the latest 220cc engines, the girl friends with high bottoms and low tops on the rear seats, the removing of mufflers , those stupid illegal drags on high ways, these trips to the nearest cafe coffee day mid night trips, the 100rs as the police man's tip.
Oh the romance is all but dead....
only cause...
There were more men....back then....

To really understand what I want to say, fill up the tank, rev up the engine and head out......

Cause they were more men.......back then........

01-14-2010, 10:58 AM	#1 (permalink)
nkaundinya Find me a rajdoot bobby..!!!! Join Date: Nov 2009 Posts: 16	There were more men,back then. Being from Mysore, my fascination with the Yezdi-Jawa family of motorcycles(not motor bikes mind you) started when I was in LKG when my father bought home his friends roadking for a day. It continued on when I first sat in the side car of my uncle's 53 jawa matchless. The romance has continued with me buying a 94 CL-II after me getting my first Job....!! Unlike today's swanky, sleek and girlish motorbikes with self starts, vinyl bodies, mono shocks and computer generated decals, the yezdi clan was and is a purely man-bike. It's a rough's bike, its a rowdy's bike, its romantic bike, hell its more than a bike.....its the king of the road, the queen of the rider, and the concubine of the biker's soul. The thunder of the 250cc exhaust, the majestic petrol tank, the clear chromed exhaust and mud-guard......Oh there were more men back then. Sitting in the side car and licking a candy bar and going for a spin in the city, the whole world looking at you, the traffic police uncle giving you one of his rare smiles under his humongous mustache, the other kids going green with envy, and the chetak scooters halting to let you pass. Oh there were more men back then.... Cranking up the engine every morning, the echo of thunder and clouds in the portico of your house, the whole street waking up to the revving of your 250cc engine.....Oh there were more men back then. The 1000km drive, the change of an engine oil and a wash, and ride again. The shopping trip to the city market, the drop to the kids school, the ride to the next village....Oh there were more men back then. Now, the oil cooled engines, the 16 year old kids on the latest 220cc engines, the girl friends with high bottoms and low tops on the rear seats, the removing of mufflers , those stupid illegal drags on high ways, these trips to the nearest cafe coffee day mid night trips, the 100rs as the police man's tip. Oh the romance is all but dead.... only cause... There were more men....back then.... To really understand what I want to say, fill up the tank, rev up the engine and head out...... Cause they were more men.......back then........ __________________ I hold 4 aces.........but I do not know how to use them....!!!