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It took just one lap of the smallish lane that connects our society to the main road. My heart was beating hard with the excitement of the powerful emotions sweeping through me. Never before had I felt such a rush and such calmness in the same moment. Damn, I was feeling this way for the first time in the 20 years of my existence!
Was I cursed in being allowed to know the shape and texture of this dream as intimately as the knowledge that the dream itself was impossible? Or was I blessed in at least being able to know this dream in such intense detail?
These were my musings when I rode a motorcycle (A friend's Honda CB Twister) for the first time in 2012. That I wanted one for myself was an understatement of the highest order!
After an agonising 3 years of waiting, in 2015, I had my own motorcycle, a red Suzuki Gixxer! Since then I have ridden it for more than 27000 km in and around Mumbai. The longest ride I have ever done till date is Mumbai to Lavasa return trip in a single day.
I believe the universe is a benevolent, near-sentient thing. It sees you stuck in the pattern (read work, studies or anything that bothers you) and it hears all the sighs. And then it decides to intervene. The bike starts with the first thumbing of the engine start button, and all the sighs seem to disappear in a flash. Like sleep when a puppy hops on to the bed and decides to lick your face until you have no choice but to laugh and join in the fun.
All the sighing and waiting is forgotten and all there is, is the here and now. The next turn-in point, the next apex and the next fast exit. Passing scenery that blurs by cheerfully and beautiful vistas that appear, hold your gaze for a moment before you surrender your attention to the road once more. Whose powerful call drowns out every other voice, including your own.
It engages each and every one of your senses. You can taste the pleasure and hear that booming roar of a man-made engine. You feel the vibration of it running, of the tyres gripping tarmac and of so many more things. Your skin tingles as it sorts out the sensations and completes your picture of the world around you.
Where the only sigh is about how great the last ride was and how the next one must be greater still. It's what makes us humans, it makes us unequivocally happy!! Because measuring life in years is foolish. It isn't how long you lived, it's how you lived this long that ultimately counts, no?
I am Shubham Mishra, I love to ride motorcycles and I am here to learn from the experiences of my brethren at xbhp. It's an honour to be here.
P.S : Apologies for the long post brothers.
Was I cursed in being allowed to know the shape and texture of this dream as intimately as the knowledge that the dream itself was impossible? Or was I blessed in at least being able to know this dream in such intense detail?
These were my musings when I rode a motorcycle (A friend's Honda CB Twister) for the first time in 2012. That I wanted one for myself was an understatement of the highest order!
After an agonising 3 years of waiting, in 2015, I had my own motorcycle, a red Suzuki Gixxer! Since then I have ridden it for more than 27000 km in and around Mumbai. The longest ride I have ever done till date is Mumbai to Lavasa return trip in a single day.
I believe the universe is a benevolent, near-sentient thing. It sees you stuck in the pattern (read work, studies or anything that bothers you) and it hears all the sighs. And then it decides to intervene. The bike starts with the first thumbing of the engine start button, and all the sighs seem to disappear in a flash. Like sleep when a puppy hops on to the bed and decides to lick your face until you have no choice but to laugh and join in the fun.
All the sighing and waiting is forgotten and all there is, is the here and now. The next turn-in point, the next apex and the next fast exit. Passing scenery that blurs by cheerfully and beautiful vistas that appear, hold your gaze for a moment before you surrender your attention to the road once more. Whose powerful call drowns out every other voice, including your own.
It engages each and every one of your senses. You can taste the pleasure and hear that booming roar of a man-made engine. You feel the vibration of it running, of the tyres gripping tarmac and of so many more things. Your skin tingles as it sorts out the sensations and completes your picture of the world around you.
Where the only sigh is about how great the last ride was and how the next one must be greater still. It's what makes us humans, it makes us unequivocally happy!! Because measuring life in years is foolish. It isn't how long you lived, it's how you lived this long that ultimately counts, no?
I am Shubham Mishra, I love to ride motorcycles and I am here to learn from the experiences of my brethren at xbhp. It's an honour to be here.
P.S : Apologies for the long post brothers.
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