The Biking Dream

It was the summer in 1994. I came back home after a tiring hot summer day in my school. I was sweating, thirsty, and very hungry. I entered from the back door of my home and then suddenly I forgot everything. The hunger, the thirst and the sweat just went away. Why??? There stood a red beauty in front of me. Yes, it was my first bicycle. The scorching sun I hated, had suddenly hidden behind the clouds as if it was saying “Common Vicky, go for a ride!!”. I enjoyed my first pair of two wheels in front of my house and was happy all day. Nothing could have possibly taken away the smile off my face that day.

But as a child I had loved watching people driving motorbikes. While riding my bicycle I used to imagine the grips as the accelerator and breaks as the real bike brakes. Making the sound of a bike I used to imagine myself on a real bike. The madness had just begun.


Years passed by and my father knew I wanted a bike badly. Then came 2001 and as I had just written my class tenth boards, I got the best possible surprise. There stood in front of me a black beauty. It was LML Energy 100 cc. I couldn’t have been more happier. Day and night for the next two months I was either riding it or thinking about it. I went for small drags with friends and did some amateur stunts too. This kept me happy as studies were a top priority. But passion for bikes continued.

Books take a big chunk of time out of my life but whenever I am on the road on my bike, I breathe and live it. I have a HH Karizma 225cc now and will surely buy a Suzuki GSX R600 one day. Or else what am I studying for?

As soon as I press the electric start button, the bike comes to life and so do i. Pushing it into the first gear and the pick up gives you a hit. Then I forget all negatives of life and life seems to be beautiful. The cool wind cutting across you and speedo and RPM going up and down. These speed breakers never seemed so irritating, the land along the highway never seemed more greener. The sound of the engine, those dippers flashing in the rear view mirror, the fellow biker overtaking, girls in their car checking you out, people staring, watery eyes, smell of hot rubber……….. this is what I call life….. biker life…..and the madness continues.

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No office thses dayzz.... sittin at home and relaxing... all this has become a luxury... this two week leave feels like Life... i was dead before this... Hot food.. friends to talk to... books... music... time to think and most importantly time to sleep.... Its an awesome experience.. donno what life I want... the corporates kill but u need money to survive.... thinkin a lot these dayzz... lets see whats in store...

One days i met some1... she is pretty... cute... and understanding.. intelligent and what not... lets see if life is taking another turn.... my road is full of turns... I hope I dont met with another accident on this deadly road of life... really wanna survive...God Bless