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  1. Want to work as a motorcycle journalist? Think again...

    by , 04-27-2013 at 01:14 AM
    Hey Mr. Biker,

    So, you've been into Biking for 5 or so years, is it? Now, you just love bikes. You read some biking magazines. You want to be around motorcycles, you want to smell the gasoline all the time, you want grease-dirty hands? And you just got an amazing idea of being an Auto Journalist?

    You will get a job, travel all the time, have fun, get good salary, spend some of it drinking and at other times, ride into the sunset..... Right? Well, if this is your idea of ...

    Updated 12-03-2015 at 09:11 PM by Samarth 619

  2. A Judgment on the Fanboys.

    by , 01-28-2013 at 09:52 PM
    Being placed at a good position in an organization, requires adhering to a certain degree of responsibility. Great power comes with great responsibility. Talking about this site, I was made a moderator, with a great deal of trust placed on me. Trust that I would keep calm, handle matters with a composed mind and play a (however small) role in the better present & future of this large group, and most importantly, remain equal and unbiased, irrespective of any personal belief.
    But, being ...
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  3. A Letter from "I The Poser" to "You the Biker".

    by , 10-12-2012 at 07:12 PM
    Dear You, the biker,

    I, The Poser was born on xx/ xx/ 19xx just like you all were. And my family around me, were so happy to welcome me. I soon got a name and within an year, I started walking on my own two feet. Got enrolled in the school and started understanding the world, just like you did once. I used to ride the cycle when my dad was holding its carrier running behind me, to ensure my safety and one day my dad's hold was no longer needed as I could balance myself by then. I was ...