Shahid

I grew up around these bikes but got formally introduced to my father’s 1976 model standard when I was in 8th std… wohh… the bike was thrice my age… conflicts had to arise… I wanted it to be me and there it was a ’76 standard… I am talking about chrome plated levers… the short handle bar…seat higher than the tank..
Modification was the buzz word during that time…it was all about buying all that you think will look good on your ride and somehow manage to screw them on…Well, like everyone, even I got affected by it…I wanted my oldie to get a makeover…thus I set forth looking for a reflection of me…at the end of a pretty long, greasy and sweaty day… my oldie had a brand new butterfly handle… a step seat… yea… guess that was me… relaxed… rather lazy..!!!

Few years rode by and I was in college for my engineering degree… I got myself a ’97… with years of experience… was more mature in my thoughts… guess so… definitely confident of what i actually wanted my ride to be…For the sinister I had been… guess I needed someone to confess to… but hold it… that wouldn’t mean I was going to stop being one… what I actually needed was something to balance me out… someone to bear with my never ending confessions… what I needed was my own SAINT…!!

Got a job in Mumbai after four years of college… it was different… in terms of people… the crowd… the way of life… the constant chaotic chase in search of something…here I was surrounded by a storm of strangers… sense of urgency being synonymous… trying to fit as a grain of sand in a desert… asking myself is this what I am??? Is this how I am used to being??? Still trying to figure out the ways of this enormous desert of people… during my endeavor I stumbled upon this oasis of hope called Inddiethumpers…Every person constituting this oasis was so determined… such passion… so full of hope… to quench every seeker in the same passion… desire and love for none but one…love for a brute piece of metal… hot headed… drooling… loudest piece of machine.. .we proudly and lovingly call BULLET.

I was lucky enough to have the love, passion and respect for one ever since I figured out what a motor bike was…thanks to Dad..Thus I willingly with utmost joy and excitement took a dip into this oasis… I was painted as a THUMPER now… I was one of them now…

On my first ride I realized that “It’s not about where you a headed…but what lies in between…!!!”

 

Riding a BULLET through city traffic is a perfect comparison to a bull ploughing a field… but the moment you make it feel the empty stretch of land coated with gravels and polished with tar… let the pure wind kiss it… the beast awakens… just like a bull having remembrance of its wild side…search for perfection ends… shades of nature which the Almighty has painted in perfect colours… stones covered with brightest green carpet of grass… crystal clear water carving its way out of the rocks… gush of rain water flowing down the hill… sweet melody of wind squeezing out of tiny gaps between the passes… branches and leaves adding the jazz effect to it…!!!!

 

Cyanide is what Thumpers baptized me as. Thumper is what everyone else calls us. We are the loudest…hungriest…fattest…slowest…fastest…most connected and disconnected and by god..the most craziest group of people that there is…everyone united as one taking pride in wearing the patch..we are INDDIETHUMPERS…!!!

 

Cyanide

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