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Sarvajit · 08-20-2009, 01:32 PM

I had similar feelings about my older bike since I got my R15 a year back.
She was given some attention as a last pampering before the new babe came in, but now she seems to be complaining (the lesser I use her the more trouble she gives).
I guess the only way would be to pamper your bike, give her all the attention that she deserves, take her for a few sweet rides, till her mood is fine again (just like an upset gf).
I plan to do the same, coz its not really easy breaking a 5 year old bond!

Edit: I gave her the attention, time&money she needed, &thanks to xBhp members who have helped in identifying&solving the problems, she is in pristine condition today&that brings a smile to my face everytime I see/sit on her! Old is gold!

strider · 08-20-2009, 05:38 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by rennycornelius

no actually my prob at that time was my father gave me a budget of 8 for a car,but i was insisting him to buy me that GOD R6,cuz we're having 2 cars at that time too....but he bought me that.....

but still i had to go to his decision,although he understands my passion about cars and bikes but still he was in favour of the car,i did what he told me.....

cuz all years till now he gave me much more that i could have ever asked for....
and he gave me my own car at the age of 21 that too a proper saloon,7000 manic RPM touching machine

..

[B]

that's why i wrote there that "two years down the line,i think it does makes more sense"...

as now i have a car,all i need is to collect the bucks and buy that SUPERBIKE.....

he gave me that thing at that time,cuz now if i get married,i have a car that'll make me hold her while driving.....

and yes that R6 will follow soon..........

Fair Enough Renny...
But Iam glad that the desire to own an SBK hasn't died...
All the best for the R6 pursuit

srini · 08-21-2009, 06:06 AM

One day,I had this accident due to a stupid bus coming in the wrong way.One month of bed rest with a broken bone and another one on crutches.And finally when I was ready,there was a shock in store.My dad was no longer ready to hand over the bikes keys to me. Convincing,explaining nothing worked.He was in no mood to get me even a smaller capacity bike or any 2-wheeler for that matter.5 months have passed since the accident happened,but everyday I see,what used to be my zma,parked in our garage(my dad uses it now)I start to think,did I deserve this for no fault of mine?Parting with something you were so passionate about just because a whacky driver,who was probably drunk had a go on me.Don't I deserve another chance?Can't we leave it behind?... Just lots of questions...and I believe this is what crisis is.The struggle within ourselves,the struggle to find the answers.It's a phase where where you understand yourself better and redefine your preferences so that you can enjoy this small lifespan that we're allotted...

P.S.btw,though I'm free to use the car,I ride this cbz-x of my dads which is in a not so good condition beyond normal repairs because the biker in me never tends to cease and always yearns for more.I'll never take the wrong way(read giving up riding) just because a stupid bus is in mine...

diffuser911 · 12-09-2009, 06:16 PM

It's not just your love for bike and things associated that takes a dwindle, it's like almost everything that you believed in as a teenager changes. Two-and-a-half years after passing from the college, the life that we dreamt of is no longer interesting. I often sit wondering how I got caught in this mundane form of existence which is supposedly life. Even a few months ago, I had the enthusiasm to take a spin on the CBZ, go for an offroad back-breaker, do a small hill climb, sweep a corner...and all this during my lunch hour! And not to forget the routine wheelie I did when entering the empty parking lot in the morning. Ever since I lost the bike, I feel distanced from all that bikes are about. The Bullet is seated firmly in the parking lot as I type, yet I hardly feel an urge to go to that riverside drive that would hardly take half an hour of my oh-so-lazy schedule. I no longer have my broken helmet for my longer rides, but I miss the air rushing into my eyes and making life pass in a blur, a quarter-mile at a time. I wonder if I am living my own life of a life that others expect me to live. A life being wasted bickering and bitc*ing about what could have been.

That being said, the soul of the tourer has not died down. A little subdued maybe, but not buried. Some days, I still feel like a college boy waking up and not wanting to do what I am supposed to, then spend the day going for lunch a hundred-something kilometers away from home, or finding bike parts in another city and then ride away to an unplanned destination. I enjoy parking my bike by the highway, sitting on the railing and eating anything on offer, observing the living and breathing road that would take me to places afar. I might no longer rise before the sun to go on a ride, but I am no longer afraid of driving in the dark. Its not the phase in life I am in; I have graduated to the next stage of a biker's life, someone more level-headed than a year ago.

abishekkrishna · 12-16-2009, 10:13 PM

i got a brand new pulsar 180 on the first year of my college it was golden times of throttles i was doin not more than 40 kilometers per hour as i could not directly rev a new bike every day i started knowing of its power when it went for a few services it was the time i used to start from home at 9.45 to a college which is at 10.00 and i had to cover a good 16kms with peak traffic as more and more i reved the more it became powerful it was like magic we were in the perfect sync ma bike was like a mighty sword in the hands of a brave soilder as the signal turns green my front wheel would be in the air and i would be off about 20 meteres from the place the bike was so powerful it used to cross 110 easily and bikers seein me used to race and i never knew fear have almost ripped every road on chennai it was days of magic i used to wait for the college to finish to ride back home and there used to be this wide bridge by the side of airport we used to fly like jets water gushin out of your eyes and air whislin high on your ear and the roar of vehicle i felt like a king but one day when i was lettin it rip my front tyre skid and me and my bike where thrown out and directly smashed to the wall of the subway the front of my bike got totally damaged and i broke my face and tooth and my face and hands were torn off i spent some time in the hospital and i took about 4 months to get back on bike and my bike was fixed and as good as new but now when i drive i miss the riding spirit of mine i am not able to sync with my bike i feel my biking days of wheelies and high revs have taken off me and i have been badly punished of fear i still rev but those days where the best and i feel it will never come back well its time who has to answer still i love my ride and maintainin it in great condition i hope time will do the magic

outworldly maniac · 12-17-2009, 01:30 AM

very well written everyone
everything from heart with a lot of experience , taught me a lot .
Thanks a lot to all who contributed , each reading was different n wonderful

abhijeet080808 · 12-17-2009, 10:50 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by abishekkrishna

i got a brand new pulsar 180 on the first year of my college it was golden times of throttles i was doin not more than 40 kilometers per hour as i could not directly rev a new bike every day i started knowing of its power when it went for a few services it was the time i used to start from home at 9.45 to a college which is at 10.00 and i had to cover a good 16kms with peak traffic as more and more i reved the more it became powerful it was like magic we were in the perfect sync ma bike was like a mighty sword in the hands of a brave soilder as the signal turns green my front wheel would be in the air and i would be off about 20 meteres from the place the bike was so powerful it used to cross 110 easily and bikers seein me used to race and i never knew fear have almost ripped every road on chennai it was days of magic i used to wait for the college to finish to ride back home and there used to be this wide bridge by the side of airport we used to fly like jets water gushin out of your eyes and air whislin high on your ear and the roar of vehicle i felt like a king but one day when i was lettin it rip my front tyre skid and me and my bike where thrown out and directly smashed to the wall of the subway the front of my bike got totally damaged and i broke my face and tooth and my face and hands were torn off i spent some time in the hospital and i took about 4 months to get back on bike and my bike was fixed and as good as new but now when i drive i miss the riding spirit of mine i am not able to sync with my bike i feel my biking days of wheelies and high revs have taken off me and i have been badly punished of fear i still rev but those days where the best and i feel it will never come back well its time who has to answer still i love my ride and maintainin it in great condition i hope time will do the magic

Those were the carefree days for you. After the accident came the responsibility. Now, you always fear about the consequences. It is good in a way though - you are more matured now. As they say, time heals all. Keep riding!

It was almost the same case with me. But now, finally I enjoy my bike, but within limits.

entsurgeon · 12-21-2009, 02:42 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by rennycornelius

There are times when i find myself looking at the red light to turn green...
My tacho glued to 5000 when thr are 10 sec left..
thn i let go the clutch pull a wheelie off the line and i win the traffic light GP.

This gives me a sense of satisfaction when i beat an 18 year old kid in his zma or 180 with my Fi cuz that poor chap don’t know whn to shift gears and how to drive it correctly....

thr are times when they pull close to me show me a hand to race with them, sometimes i show them my speedo drop a gear and then i show them what "revving the hell outta bike" means...

but thr are times i let the kid win cuz this seems all a very kiddish stuff to me...

We all get bored with the same things in life..
but when i get bored with the traffic light GP,i got to twisties put my leg down at every curve and talk to my bike,that yes!!! you can pull it babe!!!,c'mon you should have showed more power at 7500 then you're showin to me right now!!!!

and when i get bored from this too,i go to the open road park my bike in front and think that life is not about biking sometimes.....

It's not about fiddling with the carb,it's not about getting new broad soft compound tyre,it's not about shifting each gear at the red line,it's not about scrapin the pegs,it's not about getting ur hands dirty while cleaning out the air filter,it's not about checkin the plugs colour.....

it's about several other things too,tht happens when we are 21 or 23 or more than that....

when we have to put our biking passion in side for many other practical things in life.....

i cannot go and spend 10000 bucks on the new end can because i'll be needing those bucks for some other work too....

thr are many amongst us who cannot go and buy a superbike worth 8lakhs,inspite of having the bucks cuz they have to buy the first car of the family too....

I really begged my father to buy me 2007 R6 when it came out...but he bought me Ford Fiesta 1.4 ZXI sayin-"it makes more sense"...

2 years down the line now,i believe it does......

i miss my being 18 when i used to ask things from my dad and i used to spend anything on my bike without thinkin twice that i may be in need of it later cuz I always had dad’s hand reaching for me before me putting my hands in my pocket for bucks…

but things are changed now....
now it's my pocket that i've to fill,

but still if i'm 100% tensed of something,my bike shaves off 80% for me when i go out with her....

if it's not with bike then listening to ur fav tracks you can try out a car with ur love by ur side on a long ride gives you many more things other than biking in real world....

but at the end of the day,i feel blessed for having many things in life to choose from to get that smile on my face when i get bored.

friends romans countrymen
tell me one thing.
i currently own a reynold jetter ball point pen.
when it was new i loved to write all kinda things i enjoyed. all kinda things i always thought i d write when i own a jetter. poems, editorials, jokes, short stories, novelletes and novels. i wrote on all kinds of surfaces.
notebooks, drawing sheets, handmade paper, executive bonds, even clothes.
heck! now i feel bored doing same thing again and again.
lately the market has been flooded with newer droolworthy pens.
i am thinking of getting myself a new sheffield fountain pen or maybe cello u-nic so that i can enjoy my hobby of writing once again like i used to when this jetter was new.
what is ur advise please?

harikeshpk · 12-21-2009, 08:05 PM

remember the nike AD.... just do it , may be the Adidas one is still better .. impossible is nothing.. catch 22 is ... pick up the pen and start writing. as long as you finish the story the pen matters little... you can use a Cross or a plastic Reynolds. both are good pens.

lets us ride. for me as a 47 years young dude as i may say... i have to ride so that i am in touch with riding. i have to buy a bike a good one by march 2010. i am yet to decide between a ninja and a karizma cause i have to balance too many things as a family man. love is for ninja..... will know where i land up by march 2010.

all the best ent... just do it

scarecrow · 12-24-2009, 12:19 PM

@all we keep saying that things change, but though i too agree to it to some extent, i believe such feelings just become dormant and dont go away. Its up to us to raise it once in a while e.g. today i took out my ipod, put some good music and had an awesome ride to office. i keep doing this office bus bunking stuff once in a while and it totally refreshes me...

. So all you bikers out there, keep smiling and enjoy life, just ride safely

08-20-2009, 01:32 PM	#11 (permalink)
Sarvajit バイカ　ボイズ Join Date: Nov 2008 Location: Hyderabad Posts: 5,065	I had similar feelings about my older bike since I got my R15 a year back. She was given some attention as a last pampering before the new babe came in, but now she seems to be complaining (the lesser I use her the more trouble she gives). I guess the only way would be to pamper your bike, give her all the attention that she deserves, take her for a few sweet rides, till her mood is fine again (just like an upset gf). I plan to do the same, coz its not really easy breaking a 5 year old bond! Edit: I gave her the attention, time&money she needed, &thanks to xBhp members who have helped in identifying&solving the problems, she is in pristine condition today&that brings a smile to my face everytime I see/sit on her! Old is gold! __________________ Quench my thirst with gasoline! Last edited by Sarvajit; 12-17-2009 at 11:47 AM.

08-21-2009, 06:06 AM	#13 (permalink)
srini confused biker Join Date: Jul 2009 Location: b'lore Posts: 971	One day,I had this accident due to a stupid bus coming in the wrong way.One month of bed rest with a broken bone and another one on crutches.And finally when I was ready,there was a shock in store.My dad was no longer ready to hand over the bikes keys to me. Convincing,explaining nothing worked.He was in no mood to get me even a smaller capacity bike or any 2-wheeler for that matter.5 months have passed since the accident happened,but everyday I see,what used to be my zma,parked in our garage(my dad uses it now)I start to think,did I deserve this for no fault of mine?Parting with something you were so passionate about just because a whacky driver,who was probably drunk had a go on me.Don't I deserve another chance?Can't we leave it behind?... Just lots of questions...and I believe this is what crisis is.The struggle within ourselves,the struggle to find the answers.It's a phase where where you understand yourself better and redefine your preferences so that you can enjoy this small lifespan that we're allotted... P.S.btw,though I'm free to use the car,I ride this cbz-x of my dads which is in a not so good condition beyond normal repairs because the biker in me never tends to cease and always yearns for more.I'll never take the wrong way(read giving up riding) just because a stupid bus is in mine... Last edited by srini; 08-21-2009 at 12:53 PM.

12-09-2009, 06:16 PM	#14 (permalink)
diffuser911 Sunil Singh Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Bahrain! Posts: 1,162	It's not just your love for bike and things associated that takes a dwindle, it's like almost everything that you believed in as a teenager changes. Two-and-a-half years after passing from the college, the life that we dreamt of is no longer interesting. I often sit wondering how I got caught in this mundane form of existence which is supposedly life. Even a few months ago, I had the enthusiasm to take a spin on the CBZ, go for an offroad back-breaker, do a small hill climb, sweep a corner...and all this during my lunch hour! And not to forget the routine wheelie I did when entering the empty parking lot in the morning. Ever since I lost the bike, I feel distanced from all that bikes are about. The Bullet is seated firmly in the parking lot as I type, yet I hardly feel an urge to go to that riverside drive that would hardly take half an hour of my oh-so-lazy schedule. I no longer have my broken helmet for my longer rides, but I miss the air rushing into my eyes and making life pass in a blur, a quarter-mile at a time. I wonder if I am living my own life of a life that others expect me to live. A life being wasted bickering and bitc*ing about what could have been. That being said, the soul of the tourer has not died down. A little subdued maybe, but not buried. Some days, I still feel like a college boy waking up and not wanting to do what I am supposed to, then spend the day going for lunch a hundred-something kilometers away from home, or finding bike parts in another city and then ride away to an unplanned destination. I enjoy parking my bike by the highway, sitting on the railing and eating anything on offer, observing the living and breathing road that would take me to places afar. I might no longer rise before the sun to go on a ride, but I am no longer afraid of driving in the dark. Its not the phase in life I am in; I have graduated to the next stage of a biker's life, someone more level-headed than a year ago. __________________ My '08 Suzuki GSX650F Escapade to the Eastern Ghats Orissa 1302 My BlackBull - Bullet Electra 5S

12-17-2009, 01:30 AM	#16 (permalink)
outworldly maniac Senior Member Join Date: Apr 2009 Posts: 964	very well written everyone everything from heart with a lot of experience , taught me a lot . Thanks a lot to all who contributed , each reading was different n wonderful __________________ Hope is a good thing , may be the best of things and no good thing ever dies . Get busy living or get busy dying . - The Shawshank Redemption .

12-24-2009, 12:19 PM	#20 (permalink)
scarecrow Scarecrow Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Bangalore Posts: 165	@all we keep saying that things change, but though i too agree to it to some extent, i believe such feelings just become dormant and dont go away. Its up to us to raise it once in a while e.g. today i took out my ipod, put some good music and had an awesome ride to office. i keep doing this office bus bunking stuff once in a while and it totally refreshes me.... So all you bikers out there, keep smiling and enjoy life, just ride safely __________________ Automobiles saga till date...... Bajaj Pulsar 180 Dtsi V1 (Red) - current bike Bajaj Pulsar 180 Classic (Red)

12-16-2009, 10:13 PM	#15 (permalink)
abishekkrishna devil on wheels Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: chennai Posts: 100	i got a brand new pulsar 180 on the first year of my college it was golden times of throttles i was doin not more than 40 kilometers per hour as i could not directly rev a new bike every day i started knowing of its power when it went for a few services it was the time i used to start from home at 9.45 to a college which is at 10.00 and i had to cover a good 16kms with peak traffic as more and more i reved the more it became powerful it was like magic we were in the perfect sync ma bike was like a mighty sword in the hands of a brave soilder as the signal turns green my front wheel would be in the air and i would be off about 20 meteres from the place the bike was so powerful it used to cross 110 easily and bikers seein me used to race and i never knew fear have almost ripped every road on chennai it was days of magic i used to wait for the college to finish to ride back home and there used to be this wide bridge by the side of airport we used to fly like jets water gushin out of your eyes and air whislin high on your ear and the roar of vehicle i felt like a king but one day when i was lettin it rip my front tyre skid and me and my bike where thrown out and directly smashed to the wall of the subway the front of my bike got totally damaged and i broke my face and tooth and my face and hands were torn off i spent some time in the hospital and i took about 4 months to get back on bike and my bike was fixed and as good as new but now when i drive i miss the riding spirit of mine i am not able to sync with my bike i feel my biking days of wheelies and high revs have taken off me and i have been badly punished of fear i still rev but those days where the best and i feel it will never come back well its time who has to answer still i love my ride and maintainin it in great condition i hope time will do the magic

12-21-2009, 08:05 PM	#19 (permalink)
harikeshpk Impossible is Nothing Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: Thiruvananthapuram Posts: 456	remember the nike AD.... just do it , may be the Adidas one is still better .. impossible is nothing.. catch 22 is ... pick up the pen and start writing. as long as you finish the story the pen matters little... you can use a Cross or a plastic Reynolds. both are good pens. lets us ride. for me as a 47 years young dude as i may say... i have to ride so that i am in touch with riding. i have to buy a bike a good one by march 2010. i am yet to decide between a ninja and a karizma cause i have to balance too many things as a family man. love is for ninja..... will know where i land up by march 2010. all the best ent... just do it

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