Going past fields, towns and eventually cities, I see a million people going about their daily lives- The office goers dressed perfectly from top to bottom in their formal wear; the school children with bags heavier than themselves on their shoulders, a water bottle on their hand and that innocent smile on their face; the chai-wala in his shop expertly pouring tea into a tiny cup from a tumbler as high as his other hands can take, I see everyone going about their own mundane, monotonous life.
In those moments when you are at a different place and you see a different face every second, I have often felt that my only true companion is my ride. On my transition from a school kid to a college student, friends have come and gone but my ride stayed with me. You may wonder how you can have that kind of connection to an inanimate object. The truth is I don't know - I just do.
There is no other song that describes this best:
On a long and lonesome highway,
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engines
Moanin' out it's one old song
You can think about the woman,
Or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wanderin',
The way they always do
When you're ridin' 16 hours,
And there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin',
You just wish the trip was through
Here I am, on the road again,
There I am, up on the stage
There I go, playin' star again,
There I go, turn the page
Nicholas Cage said it best when he said, " Your ride is you. You are the ride. Speed is just a bi-product."
This was written on the event of my bike covering 50,000 kms.
All you riders out there, ride like there's no tomorrow and all that will be left is memories that you will cherish for the rest of your life.




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