Biker In Me

I got my first bike in 2006. That was my dream bike, black Bajaj Pulsar 150 Dtsi with mag wheels. When we love something it becomes part of our personality. We associate and identify ourself deeply with that thing. The sporty vibe of Pulsar would make me a different person when I would drive it. The bike was so powerful that it would just fly with slightest of acceleration. While driving I always felt like I was flying on the road. That is the magic which bike offers, unlike a car that feels like a packed room. I always followed the practice of wearing helmet no matter how far or close I would go. I drove my bike almost on every road of Pune. Later when I moved to Lonavala for MBA, I took it along with me. I would lend it to my friends whenever they need it. My entire luggage was moved on the bike from Pune to Lonavala. I had done some crazy & dangerous bike rides on the highway back then. Now when I look back it seems stupid. Post-MBA in Pune while doing a job I would commute on my bike only. We both were inseparable.

I remember one day morning I left my home for work on my bike wearing a helmet. After driving for 10 minutes I approached a square which had a blind spot. There was already some sand spread on the road. I was driving at a decent speed. Suddenly, I saw a rickshaw coming with full speed crashing towards me. I applied my disc brakes hard and my bike slid through the slippery sand surface and landed flat at the front tyre of the rickshaw. As its a three-wheel vehicle, it lost the balance and tumbled upon me along with three passengers in it. I and my bike were crushed under the rickshaw. Passer-by came and lifted the rickshaw, then picked me up and took at the side of the road. For a moment I had lost the touch with reality. I was looking at everyone as if I was in some unknown place. The whole world had gone mute for me except a monotone sound ringing in my ears. People gave me water to drink and then I realised my right-hand wrist was dislocated and was looking deformed. I was taken to the nearby hospital by the people. Later I called my friend and my family. I was moved to Wai for treatment at our family doctor. It took me 3 months to recover. My bike was pretty damaged which I repaired later.

Accidents didn't stop my love for riding a bike. When I left my job to start my business in Fitness, it was my bike due to which I could build it. My new profession demanded a lot of travel and my bike was like my business partner. Without my bike, it would have been impossible to build my business. It wasn't just a machine for me. It was my partner. I have so many beautiful memories with that bike. Going on drives with my friends, rushing for work on it, taking someone special for a nice evening ride, moving stuff from one place to another on it and sometimes just driving aimlessly alone at late night on those empty roads of Pune. Nothing can beat driving a Bike.

Bike Gives Wings To Fly.