
Here is a story of a biker by heart.
I grew up with a yezdi classic 350, which my dad owned since 1984.
My childhood was all filled with mimicking the sound of starting and high revving sound of the yezdi. I used to spend a lot of time hovering around the magnificent bike and over it when it was parked
. I was among the most hurt in our family when we had to part with the bike in 1997
. During the last part of the life with the yezdi. There came the splendor (black), bought by my uncle and my favorite passtime of admiring bikes was never disrupted. Next to yezdi came the kinetic Honda zx (scooter), which was my mom's ride. I used to try and move it around during 5th grade. Though i was never allowed to ride it myself, my dad used to allow me hold the throttle while company
. A year passed and i learnt to handle that cutie with two wheels
. In high school i got into riding my uncle's tvs star DLX. I would all the time somehow manage to grab the key from him and go out for a mini ride around the streets.
That used to give me immense pleasure.
Bikes i used to ride those days were yamaha crux, tvs star city and our kinetic Honda zx.



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