How far is too far on a bike? 100km? 200km? 1000km?
The answer to this question varies from person to person. But. for a person for who riding is a passion, no place is too far, no region too remote, no terrain to difficult to conquer.
This group of humanity feel more alive when they are astride their bikes than any other activity. Simply because the thrill of winding roads, throttle in hand, engine gurgling underneath can only be understood by them. Where every day is a challenge. Every corner an opportunity and every ride, an experience.
Where a bike is not a materialistic object but something of substance. It too has a life and will treat you just the way you trust it. Every bike is unique, every bike is amazing in its own way. Eventually, the bike becomes a part of your personality. It becomes of part of you.
There is a lot more to riding that just high speeds. The best feeling is when you manage out brake someone and snatch the lead heading into a corner or just out manoeuvre them. Riding is more about how you ride than what you ride. There is a certain aggressive excitement when you manage to take a corner faster than you have till date. Some may call it being crazy. But again. very few will understand that energizing feeling. For below the placid surface, there exists this desire, almost a rage to better yourself at every outing. For the only healthy competition can be with yourself. Where man and machine become a single entity. Leaning into a corner, trusting your own skill and having faith in the ability of your beloved machine. For a teetotaller, this is his daily dose of intoxication. For there is no feeling more invigorating that getting the perfect launch, gear change absolutely spot on, perfect braking, et al. This breed of people are not road racers, not at all. But everyday, they are embroiled in a constant battle with themselves to outdo their previous best. After all, all it takes is a corner to separate the men from the boys. A rider on the track is a rider at heart too. He doesn't seek thrill as much as he seeks skill. For riding, to them, is an art. Where one learns that one must not just overtake, but must takeover.
You could be on a simple RX100, an R15 or an R1, if you treat your machine with respect and enjoy every single kilometer you spend on it. You have my respect.
The answer to this question varies from person to person. But. for a person for who riding is a passion, no place is too far, no region too remote, no terrain to difficult to conquer.
This group of humanity feel more alive when they are astride their bikes than any other activity. Simply because the thrill of winding roads, throttle in hand, engine gurgling underneath can only be understood by them. Where every day is a challenge. Every corner an opportunity and every ride, an experience.
Where a bike is not a materialistic object but something of substance. It too has a life and will treat you just the way you trust it. Every bike is unique, every bike is amazing in its own way. Eventually, the bike becomes a part of your personality. It becomes of part of you.
There is a lot more to riding that just high speeds. The best feeling is when you manage out brake someone and snatch the lead heading into a corner or just out manoeuvre them. Riding is more about how you ride than what you ride. There is a certain aggressive excitement when you manage to take a corner faster than you have till date. Some may call it being crazy. But again. very few will understand that energizing feeling. For below the placid surface, there exists this desire, almost a rage to better yourself at every outing. For the only healthy competition can be with yourself. Where man and machine become a single entity. Leaning into a corner, trusting your own skill and having faith in the ability of your beloved machine. For a teetotaller, this is his daily dose of intoxication. For there is no feeling more invigorating that getting the perfect launch, gear change absolutely spot on, perfect braking, et al. This breed of people are not road racers, not at all. But everyday, they are embroiled in a constant battle with themselves to outdo their previous best. After all, all it takes is a corner to separate the men from the boys. A rider on the track is a rider at heart too. He doesn't seek thrill as much as he seeks skill. For riding, to them, is an art. Where one learns that one must not just overtake, but must takeover.
You could be on a simple RX100, an R15 or an R1, if you treat your machine with respect and enjoy every single kilometer you spend on it. You have my respect.
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