"The Pleasure of Motorcycling"

I many times have gone through some squanders questions asked by people around me, when and where I share or discuss about my bike and my recent biking tours ......using many words and lines attached with examples I impotently try to answer their questions explaining them my point- What it felt exactly, being there on 2 wheels and what after marking territory of about 100s and 1000s of Kms so far!!!

The most echoed question which stands out of all is  "What Pleasure Does It Give To Do All This?? '  ...and whenever this Question is asked, I pause for a few second as thousands of thoughts and reasons roll in my mind.......

---The pleasure is in doing three-digit speeds for hours on end when most consider 60 as dangerous and 80 as fatal!!
---The pleasure is starting your bike's engine for a long-distance ride on a cold morning and listening to its steady comforting idle while you prepare for the ride.

----The pleasure is in listening to the crackling clicks from the hot engine and exhaust as they cool after a fast blast on the road.
----The pleasure is in watching a bunch of gleaming bikes knifing together through fast highway traffic.
---The pleasure is in watching a row of several single headlights trailing in your mirrors, the group on the move.
---The pleasure is in knowing a split second before the car in front panic-brakes. You were more focussed than the driver of that car. You survive and smile!!
---The pleasure is in tooting a salute to truckers who safely wave you past on a blind mountain curve.
---The pleasure is in glancing up at the cloud-darkened sky for a moment and guessing correctly how far ahead the rain will catch up with you.
---The pleasure is in riding with a bug splattered visor for long, trying to look from between the squashed mosquitoes.
---The pleasure is in cleaning the visor at a tea stop and seeing the world clearer through it as it had never been before.
---The pleasure is in greeting a dhaba-owner you meet after 2 years on a remote highway, like you greet an old lost friend.
---The pleasure is in washing your muck-covered Bike beside a cool mountain stream.  
---The pleasure is when the group gets together weeks after a long ride and talks about it like it happened just yesterday. (Which these fools can never understand)

---The pleasure is in seeing photos of a re-grouping stop when everyone in the group with helmets on look like astronauts with overgrown heads!!
---The pleasure is in watching other road users gawking wide-eyed as the group does three-digit speeds together in formation.
---The pleasure is in having just the right tool and spares at hand when something goes wrong with the Bike in the middle of nowhere.

---The pleasure is when you take off your wristwatch, and see a band of untanned skin.
---The pleasure is when you use your hands, arms, thighs, knees and feet to steer.
---The pleasure is when you take off your riding jacket for a break, and feel the breeze dry your sweat.
---The pleasure is when you sing to yourself on an empty road. You’re the world’s best rock star.
---The pleasure is when you reach a place you’ve never been before, and someone you’ve never seen before asks you for a ride. And comes back grinning.
---The pleasure is when you wave to village kids, and they wave back.
---The pleasure is when you fight the wind, and win.
---The pleasure is when you look at a dust-streaked face in the mirror after a 12-hour ride, and don’t want to wash up.

---The pleasure is when your throttle hand has calluses.
---The pleasure is when you stop at the smallest of towns, and somebody asks you deep technical questions about your bike.

And just unlike the ill-fated four wheelers....


---The pleasure when being treated as special because we are on a bike, something that would never happen if you arrive in a car.
---The pleasure is when we cut through air, at 50 kph or 100.
---The pleasure is when we almost, almost fall. But don’t. (F**K...this is felt and enjoyed only only by a Biker)
---The pleasure is when we stop to help push a stranded car to the side of the road when you had the choice of riding past.
---The pleasure when  they helplessly ask us push their machine...adding to our benignity.
---The pleasure is when we jump a speed breaker on high speed still not dashing our heads above.
---The pleasure is when we have to battle-scars, each one a lesson in survival on our two wheels.

---The pleasure is when we can feel the cool morning and the hot afternoon, the light rain and the damp fog all on our Machines
---The pleasure is when we leave four-wheeler traffic standing in a jam.
---The pleasure is when you aren’t lulled by an air-conditioner.
---The pleasure is when you are free. Open. Independent. Liberated.

And

---The pleasure is when you are a biker. But you’ll never know how that feels, will you, Mr 4 Wheeler?

 Lastly...

---The pleasure is when you finish your day’s ride, and reach in One Piece. You’re the smallest vehicle on the road, and you’ve survived. 

Just Ride, Ride , Ride...........................................Ride Long And Safe...!!!!

'Only a biker knows why a dog sticks his head out of a car window.'