Pleasure of Riding Freaks


The pleasure is when you finish your day ride, and reach in one piece. You the smaller vehicle on the road, and you survived.

The pleasure is when you take off your wrist watch, and see a band of untanned skin.

The pleasure is when your motorcycle and you note as one single united form, whatever shape the road take, whichever end of the compass it leads too.

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 ring to yourself on an empty road, you are the world’s best rock star.

The pleasure is when your rear wheel slides and you bring it back, when the front wheel lifts and you take your time bringing it back.

The pleasure is when you cut through air at 50 kmp or 100.

The pleasure is when you reach a place you have never been before, and someone you never seen before asks you for a side and comes back grinning.

The pleasure is when you wave to village kids and they wave back.

The pleasue is when you almost, almost fall but don’t.

The pleasure is when you fight the wind and win.

The pleasure is when you get up that narrow path for the they you never forget.

The pleasure is when you view the world at an angle.

The pleasure is when you eat bugs at 90kmp.

The pleasure is when you look at a dust streaked face in the mirror after a 500 km side and don’t want to wash up.

The pleasure is when your pillion moves with you.

The pleasure is when you can see the petrol after a top-up.

The pleasure is when your throttle hand is calluses.

The pleasure is when you jump a speed breaker.

The pleasure is when you stop to help push a stranded car to the side of the road.

The pleasure is when you stop at the smallest of towns and somebody asks you technical specifications.

The pleasure is when your book of road maps gets dog-eared, rain splashed, tea stained.

The pleasure is when you give a stranger a lift.

The pleasure is when you have battle scars.

The pleasure is when you can feel the cool mornig and the got afternoon, the light rain and fans fog.

The pleasure is when you leave four wheeler traffic standing in a jam.

The pleasure is when you aren’t called by an air conditioner.

The pleasure is when you are FREE , OPEN , INDEPENDENT , LIBERATE.

By – Shivam Tomar (dedicated to those whose journey never ends)

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