
@prateek: Heh heh. Yeah man. It's the experience, actually. Besides, I was there as a fellow biker more

Which reminds me, I sort of did make a mess of my intro. I suck at speaking publicly
Here is what I have always felt about biking - now that I had time to reflect upon it:It stems from my cycling days. From the day I could paddle, it was my one single passion. When I was astride my bicycle, there were only two feelings I felt - the sweet resistance of the pedal as I pushed it down with all my might and the indescribable feeling of being absorbed in all the things your senses perceived. Speed has always been a vice of mine. So it was a feeling of oneness with my ride, with all that I could control, as the handlebar and the pedals became extensions for my arms and legs that sent a pure, unadulterated rush to the brain.
As I grew older, cycling was replaced by friends' motorcycles. Machines which i rode cautiously - not just because they were my friends' but because I was all too aware of how the dynamics change. A crash didn't just mean a few scratches. But that said, I have to confess that I did try and take a peek at the limits that I had set for myself. Those values have evolved and restraint has become more prominent now.
As I ride a motorcycle, especially on a long, winded road or in scant traffic (straight line tarmac somewhat bores me); I find the same rush as I unhinge my senses into absorbing every aspect of that ride. Whether it is scanning for minute details like the kid on the side of the road 100 mtrs away or feeling the rush of a burst of acceleration; a bike lets me feel that same oneness with the elements like it did when I was on a cycle.
I guess it is being in motion, and being in control of that motion which I like the most. I have a similar love for driving as well.
Writing this actually helped me dig out the passion that was buried beneath the madness that we call our modern lives.














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