I happen to got an opportunity for a short term travel project in India and you know what I wanted the most as soon as I landed, out of all the muscular plastic bikes out here that can only Purr like a kitten, I was looking for the bike that roars
Yamaha RX 100. Search & Tryst
I started looking for a bike that needed lot of TLC, so that I can give it all that it deserves. After a couple of weeks of search in Hyderabad, I managed to find a 1988 RX100, set an appointment and after few delays eventually we met after dusk so it got dark. I got there and waited eagerly for the first sight of the bike and then out in the dark on a dim lighted street I could hear unmistakable exhaust note. My eyes got locked on the bike and two college kids arrived with the bike and the sound was mesmerizing, after few moments I started inspecting the bike and kept smiling as I kept hearing the beautiful and original note that conveyed the health of engine running on original G4 bore, I overlooked all the defects such as the badly bent forks, bad paint job, cheap seat, rusty rims and bald tires. I made a deal, paid the monies, riding back home and I could not stop wearing a grin all the way.
Introducing it to my family
My Dad was not too happy looking at an old bike and then he recognized it was the same bike I wanted 15 years back and he congratulated and said "Do not spend too much money on it". I nodded but I knew what I wanted. My mom was happy that I found the bike I always talk about but never had it. My wife was glad, as it has been years we both had a ride on a motorcycle and for my two little girls riding a bike is a foreign thing. I took them for a short ride, as maneuvering with badly bent forks was not easy.
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