Okay it happened just today. There is an ongoing debate for another motorcycle in my home, still having been two in the garage already. But this time, it wasn't for me, it's for my brother. He always wanted to get the R15 for the posture and handling, and I even brain washed him so much to compel my dad to get the R15.
But now the ballgame changed altogether completely. Now dad says I won't spend more than 1L that's the max for any bike, but I had other ideas. And it was time for two stroke indeed, my dream after a long time.
So I had a pristine condition RX 100 from a friend of mine willing to sell.
Now I coaxed my brother into thinking that this is the best bike and you should get it, quoting a price of 40K, but personally it's well worth the buck. Even to this time me typing this very incident, that RX is in my all the way along.
So the real incident is as follows.
Mum: What is this bike, RF what?
Me: Not RF, it's RX 100
Mum: Whatever.
Me: Googled the photos and showed her.
Mum: You're crazy to have two bikes already and having one more, where the hell will you stop that one? On top your head?
Me: Don't worry, I will sell one bike.
Mum: This is what you said when buying second bike and you coaxed us all.
Me:

Mom: Start saving money..blah..blah...bhah.. all the while she was sitting next to me, this convo goes on for a good three to four mins... Are you listening to me.... Are you listening to me.... all the while mum staring at me.
Me: Replying to threads in xbhp and searching for some RX 100 details (honestly I didn't even give heed to what she was saying)
the fun begins here. when mom suddenly ges
Mom: Can I get you a loan for that bike?
ME: DAFAQ, SERIOUSLY MOM?
Mom: Idiot, you never gave heed to what I was saying for the past 10 mins, and the moment I said loan and bike your entire fat ass body turns towards me.
Me and mum both had a hearty laughter, and still am smiling while typing this.
Mom: You are impervious, I don't know what you get from them.
Me: Happiness.
Mom:

Cheers!
VJ





, while I could barely see with the burnin' eyes. Somehow came to a side, only to realize that I forgot my handkerchief that day. I had to use the bike cleaning cloth to partially (20%) clean myself (eyes, nose, mouth, shirt - creamy white
". Then slightly before a corner, being a sensible preacher, I preached him to honk first and brake before making the turn ............. and he asks me to locate the horn .......... I said it is there on the left handlebar ........ now this newbie was pressing the ignition switch and there I observed that we were on the corner ............. I screamed "brakes" !! 

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