I eat my own words

A blank mind.

Needs stimulation to get back to crazy normalcy.

My baby, back from the hospital(garage) after an extensive surgery. For a few months it had been giving me pain, albeit not physically. There was absolutely no pleasure RIDING her. Needed to test her credentials after the surgery.

Off i went towards the highway. Do i sound repetitive with the highway stuff? Fuck who cares. I love that piece of tarmac. With 70 bucks in the wallet, with no thoughts in the head, my whole being automatically heads towards open roads. 50 bucks worth of fuel and off i go.

After many months of pain, my baby sounds good. She doesnt choke. She revs hard. She accelerates harder. Traffic? What the hell. When my baby roars, others move out. They better.

I am blown over again by its performance. It had been a long long time since i enjoyed her. She's back and i love every bit of her. She is still not absolutely perfect, but almost there. The ton reached in under 8 secs. Twists and turns which were a nightmare all these days, now smoothen out themselves as if they were carved with my baby in mind. I am ecstatic. Really.

I take back my words. I did not want to ride my p180 after the shogun experience. But now i want to enjoy my bike all over again. Now i can say the shogun aint no match for my black beauty.

I take back my words about 4-strokes being somewhat like wives and 2-strokes being a hot, bitchy, spicy, sexy girl. Well if the 4-stroke wife is like CARMEN ELECTRA and SALMA HAYEK combined who cares about a hot, bitchy, spicy, sexy girl. A 2-stroke is like a morning quickie. Done ASAP. But in the longer version of the game you need speed, stability, screams, superior handling. A 2-stroke cannot, i repeat, cannot provide that.

AAAAH. 50 kms of fast paced action has got me back to those good old days of ABSOLUTE MADNESS. The KUL knows that phase of mine. It feels good. Really good.

All you posers, get your ass on the road now. I am ready to show you who's the boss and it certainly aint the shogun.

Its ME.

Stinking Insanity

Stinkwheels.

A biker's mantra: Mad rush, Gut-Wrenching speed, Insanity.

Ask any rider, any real rider. He will swear by the power of a two-stroker.
A four-stroke.............BORING.

Riding a 2 stroke gives a man such uninhibited, unmatched, unrelenting pleasure. It just has to be experienced to believe.

A 2 stroke is like a hot, bitchy, spicy, sexy girl. A 4 stroke is like a wife.

And in INDIA there are only 2 2-strokers which actually provide that kinda pleasure.

The legendary RD-350 and the SHOGUN.

I had the pleasure of riding a stonking SHOGUN today. My friend bought a Shogun, got it to my house. Since then i hav had my hands to its keys like a fat kid having his hands on a cup-cake. I am blown away, literally and figuratively. The mad rush of this well maintained Shogun easily outdoes the refined, smooth nature of my Pulsar 180.

Speeding through the road at an alarming rate. The rush. Popping a wheelie in 3rd gear(with a pillion). Can any other bike match this? A BIG NO.

The Shogun was built with one and only one thing in mind. Power. Speed. Acceleration.
And to beat the Yamaha rx-100. Did it do the job? Fuck yeah. It can put any, absolutely any bike to shame apart from the king, RD-350. The Shogun delivers raw power at two intervals. The first installment at 4000rpm, this is still acceptable, by Shogun standards. Still accelerating hard. As soon as the engine hits 7000 rpm, the next power rush. And this time its unrelenting. Absolutely amazing. I could feel myself being thrown off the bike.


I have gone absolutely bonkers riding this amazing machine. I dont want to ride my Pulsar 180 anymore. I want a stonking stinkwheel. I want a Shogun.

Shogun=Boss.

It sure was, is and will remain so.
It has a special place in the hearts of all true-blue bikers.

HAIL THE BOSS.