Waking up everyday, there are only a few things that immediately pop into my, mostly empty, brain. The thought of having my first smoke and riding my bike.
Helmet in hand, I step out of the house. And i look at my baby for the first time in the day. All black, glistening in the sun, inviting me to get it on. The moment i sit on her, all the grogginess of a still sleepy mind vanish. Turning on the ignition and bringing my baby to life, feels like i am back to what i do best, ENJOY LIFE. The sexy, meaty and invigorating roar of my baby starts to make the mind feel instantly better. Blipping the throttle, the feeling has to be just experienced.
Out of the garage, on the road. Putting it in gear, checking one last time if all is right, BLAST OFF.
Speed climbing, so is the feel good factor. Carving through traffic as if i am a renaissance sculptor, passing silly, stupid people on puny machines, MY EGO STARTS TO SWELL. Then an empty stretch of black, inviting tarmac. Without another thought, wringing every ounce of performance my baby can deliver, i charge, and some more. Reaching triple digit speeds in no time, going so very near to the edge, I FEEL FREE. Free of all happiness, of all worries, of everything.
And life sometimes gives more than the regular dosage of happiness. And i ride with my pal, the KUL, on the highway, the highway to heaven.
Both so much in love, with their amazing machines, trying to outdo each other, our babies screaming with pleasure. We reach heaven.
And I am served with my ELIXIR.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
1. You should write more.
2. I deserve more respect. not KUL.
3. Sunday is a good day to put coffee. Mysore road is still my favourite.
Write write write. Me told you the same thing. Makes for lovely reading.
And next time, make it Un-kul-la... sounds more exotic.
Me misses the Pantera. :| Not seeing it soon enough.
Post a Comment