I'd decided not to bike in life again.
Not too good was my biking experience considering the 2-3 accidents I had, 2 of which could be fatal-the one we-my brother and I had at Munnar and the one I had at Kolenchery. God saved me from danger in both cases. While the former had been due to my mistake, the latter happened to be from others' carelessness. Anyway, I found the fact - Biking Is Dangerous - and 10 times so when you're in Kerala. My mind made calculations and work-outs this way and that way, and finally decided on quitting biking. That was about 2 years ago.
For quitting, I had to sell my bike. I tried for that. Not too late, my Honda CBF150 (the 'Unicorn') was sold, with the credit of some 68000 odd kilometers on its odo. It'd done a very good service to me, that too without demanding too much for maintenance or fuel expenses or almost any complaint at all - and what more, the depreciation was just INR 12500 for 2yrs 8 months and 68000 kilometers. That's very decent, I see. Anyway, I lost him.
And thus did I bid goodbye to biking. Or so I thought.
Facts of life nailed deep into the wheel of time hesitate to fade out by the brushing of small decisions and shallow dedication of this poor and powerless man. It was poverty - or what we call the 'lack of money' - that made me buy a bike again. I was tired of borrowing, and EMIs.
My new buy was a 1yr 9 months old Black Hero Honda Karizma ZMR-one of my dream bikes. It hd clocked just less than 8000kms, and without any accidents. Mithu and I went to see the bike at Indiranagar, Bangalore and the same day decided on buying the bike, as it was a good deal. The next day we paid 75000 Rs and took it home. And thus starts my life on bike - again.
Not too good was my biking experience considering the 2-3 accidents I had, 2 of which could be fatal-the one we-my brother and I had at Munnar and the one I had at Kolenchery. God saved me from danger in both cases. While the former had been due to my mistake, the latter happened to be from others' carelessness. Anyway, I found the fact - Biking Is Dangerous - and 10 times so when you're in Kerala. My mind made calculations and work-outs this way and that way, and finally decided on quitting biking. That was about 2 years ago.
For quitting, I had to sell my bike. I tried for that. Not too late, my Honda CBF150 (the 'Unicorn') was sold, with the credit of some 68000 odd kilometers on its odo. It'd done a very good service to me, that too without demanding too much for maintenance or fuel expenses or almost any complaint at all - and what more, the depreciation was just INR 12500 for 2yrs 8 months and 68000 kilometers. That's very decent, I see. Anyway, I lost him.
And thus did I bid goodbye to biking. Or so I thought.
Facts of life nailed deep into the wheel of time hesitate to fade out by the brushing of small decisions and shallow dedication of this poor and powerless man. It was poverty - or what we call the 'lack of money' - that made me buy a bike again. I was tired of borrowing, and EMIs.
My new buy was a 1yr 9 months old Black Hero Honda Karizma ZMR-one of my dream bikes. It hd clocked just less than 8000kms, and without any accidents. Mithu and I went to see the bike at Indiranagar, Bangalore and the same day decided on buying the bike, as it was a good deal. The next day we paid 75000 Rs and took it home. And thus starts my life on bike - again.
