I was always being followed. ALWAYS. But never once did the Moon catch me when I was riding in my Dad's Bike.
A Blue TVS Suzuki AX 100 R. That's where my joyride began. For many years I rode in the pillion, on the tank, in the pillion on mom's lap, in the pillion drenched in rain, on the tank leaning to one side cause I was growing tall.
Then came turn for me to ride on friend's bikes.
The first such ride was filled with strange awkwardness. Basically being that I have hardly sat on any other bike than the AX 100R .
Years rolled by and I would often dream that I was riding the AX 100R. I would swiftly navigate on the dream lanes and honk and turn and manoeuvre the mean machine as I wanted. But they were only dreams. I just didn't know how to ride even a bicycle. School was just a stroll away and I was just too lazy to learn something that I was never going to need.
After almost 25 years, my father finally sold the bike. He seldom used it and his locomotive-impared daughters cannot even kick-start it. A long lasting friendship.
That was the background.
Cut to 2014.
Me, happy go lucky. Thumbs up to friends if I wanted a ride, rolling eyes to husband if I wanted a ride, waving hands to an auto if I wanted a ride, hoping on to public transport if I wanted a ride.
I wasn't really missing anything, but somebody got me thinking. SHE proclaimed that she got to wherever she wanted on her bike.
The fact that I had to depend on someone every time I had to go out, nagged me. Me, being the independent spirit et all, found this as a major drawback. A decision was made. I will learn to ride a Two Wheeler.
I was filled with doubt and a little bit of shame. At Thirty I didn't want to make a fool of myself falling off a bike. With great apprehension, I approached a driving school for lessons. I didn't really believe them when they said that you can easily learn it. Then I applied for my Learner's License. I was extremely nervous when preparing and appearing for my test, something that I haven't felt since my last exam in college.
Should I say I was excited? Yes I was, like a little kid when they told me my LL was approved. The classes began too. The feelings were mixed. Excitement of learning something new and the fear of failure.
I clearly remember the day I dropped the instructor's bike and the day I stopped too close to an oncoming vehicle. I even ended up missing a class or two cause I felt like a loser-idiot. Then finally and suddenly, one fine day, I was riding the bike.
Introducing my BABY. She is my darling. Got her and in love with her. When I ride her, I do not feel nervous or the fear of failure. I just feel proud for every peek at the rear view mirror, every indicator, every honk,every signal, every lane change, every single Kilo Meter I ride on her.
Oh Yeah! That is a REALLY BIG "L BOARD"
A Blue TVS Suzuki AX 100 R. That's where my joyride began. For many years I rode in the pillion, on the tank, in the pillion on mom's lap, in the pillion drenched in rain, on the tank leaning to one side cause I was growing tall.
Then came turn for me to ride on friend's bikes.
The first such ride was filled with strange awkwardness. Basically being that I have hardly sat on any other bike than the AX 100R .
Years rolled by and I would often dream that I was riding the AX 100R. I would swiftly navigate on the dream lanes and honk and turn and manoeuvre the mean machine as I wanted. But they were only dreams. I just didn't know how to ride even a bicycle. School was just a stroll away and I was just too lazy to learn something that I was never going to need.
After almost 25 years, my father finally sold the bike. He seldom used it and his locomotive-impared daughters cannot even kick-start it. A long lasting friendship.
That was the background.
Cut to 2014.
Me, happy go lucky. Thumbs up to friends if I wanted a ride, rolling eyes to husband if I wanted a ride, waving hands to an auto if I wanted a ride, hoping on to public transport if I wanted a ride.
I wasn't really missing anything, but somebody got me thinking. SHE proclaimed that she got to wherever she wanted on her bike.
The fact that I had to depend on someone every time I had to go out, nagged me. Me, being the independent spirit et all, found this as a major drawback. A decision was made. I will learn to ride a Two Wheeler.
I was filled with doubt and a little bit of shame. At Thirty I didn't want to make a fool of myself falling off a bike. With great apprehension, I approached a driving school for lessons. I didn't really believe them when they said that you can easily learn it. Then I applied for my Learner's License. I was extremely nervous when preparing and appearing for my test, something that I haven't felt since my last exam in college.
Should I say I was excited? Yes I was, like a little kid when they told me my LL was approved. The classes began too. The feelings were mixed. Excitement of learning something new and the fear of failure.
I clearly remember the day I dropped the instructor's bike and the day I stopped too close to an oncoming vehicle. I even ended up missing a class or two cause I felt like a loser-idiot. Then finally and suddenly, one fine day, I was riding the bike.
Introducing my BABY. She is my darling. Got her and in love with her. When I ride her, I do not feel nervous or the fear of failure. I just feel proud for every peek at the rear view mirror, every indicator, every honk,every signal, every lane change, every single Kilo Meter I ride on her.
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Oh Yeah! That is a REALLY BIG "L BOARD"
Appreciate the spirit.. Happy n safe driving - Balaji
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