Loud Pipes Save Lives - do they ? I wonder!!
Well that's what a sticker read on jacket of one of the riders recently. V- twins, skulls and God knows what not as I fail to make out relation between riding and such expressions of emotion. Anyhow, that's not what I am highlighting - what is, is that, in all this Bike Beer Barbecue jazz - my RE is getting neglected. And that dont leave me with a good feeling - for I want to keep that baby and keep her running. And to keep her running you got to get her on the road - which I am guilty of not doing.
So its summer time - Himalaya time - Leh time - Srinagar time - and all the other times - its BULLET time. Harpreet wanted to ride the bike for couple of days, I was more than keen to oblige. The last I washed both the bikes with pressure pump; post polish - Harley came alive while Bullet went dead. I left her to dry, thinking water must have gone in some God forsaken place and so her behavior; but that was not to be as weeks went by. So this Sunday, mistri came in and I hauled my rear to find an open shop to get battery replacement. Its been more than 3 years - I should have known. New battery, new rear view mirrors and she honored my kicks in no time - attagirl!!
My parting instructions to Harpreet - ride her hard, ride her well for its been a while. I returned to PS3 with my conscious hitting in a famous Punjabi saying "NAWE NAWE NIT KUDE, PURANE KEEHDE CHIT KUDE"
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Rode her bro and rode her hard...what an experience. She is one gentle beast with an attitude to put rest to shame.CHD-FRZPR followed by CHD-Anandpur Sahib were a delight, not to overshadow the beauty of a time we had riding her in proximity too.Decade had gone by craving for this experience..."merci monsieur" from Jisha & me.
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