Thursday, 28 April 2016

My short love story


It began when one of my friend prodded the idea of touring Madhya Pradesh on a motorcycle. It must have been sometime in Mid-2013. The seed was planted. By October 2013, I was sold on the idea and started urging my dad to let me have this life experience. A dismissive nod and I started short listing bikes.

My objectives were simple: The bike should cost less than Rs. 1Lakh, should have a decent fuel economy rate and should be able to do triple digit speeds. The options were limited. RE Electra (delivery after 6 months … no chance), Yamaha FZ/Fazer (found it comfy but underequipped and underpowered) and the Bajaj Pulsar 200NS (my pick). KTM Duke 200 was a costly option to consider.

I test drove the Bajaj Pulsar 200NS at Bajaj Sai Service Borivali outlet and inquired about the specifics of the deal. Armed with all the information I went home and pleaded with my father for giving the green signal. Sometime in December 2013, we completed the formalities and I took delivery of my love on 28-Dec-2013.



The date of my MP trip were finalized, 04-Jan-2014 departure. I was running short on time to complete the run-in period and 1st service before the long trip.
The very next day 29-Dec-2013 (Sunday), I rode out on to the NH-8 highway. Holding the engine in the tall 6th gear at a constant 55-60 kmph range. I had underestimated the winter morning and the cold kept my adrenaline in check. I couldn’t ride fast even if I wanted too.

That day I clocked around 250+ km. My first ride of solace with my love. Nothing between us. Just man, machine and the beautiful sound of the engine.

On the morning of new year 2014, with only 3 days before the trip, I set out once again on the NH8 highway to complete the required distance of 500 km before the first service interval. This time I did have to open it up at a couple of places to overtake slower moving trucks and it was really difficult for me to keep the speed under the mandatory 60 kmph. 

By noon, I had completed 480+ km and dropped my love for her first service. The guys at the service centre were taken aback that I had completed 480 km in just 5 days. Serviced and shining, my ride was ready for the MP trip.

From 04-Jan to 11-Jan I rode through Maharashtra and MP and my love for the bike just grew with every passing kilometer. I will write in detail about my MP trip. Watch this space.

Post MP, I rode my love to many short and medium trips: Nashik, Pune-Lavasa, Igatpuri, Tansa, Harihareshwar, etc. Not to forget the many sprints up and down the NH8 with friends on Sunday mornings.

But as time passed I wasn’t able to keep up the same fervor and for many months my bike lay still. The maintenance required to keep my love looking new and time I should have given to maintain it dwindled. It was slow and painful. And one fine day I decided that my bike deserved a better caring owner. With a heavy heart I bid adieu.

The memories from all the trips, the smiles from every kilometer is something I'll hold in my heart for a long time.


(Almost) Everyone's first car … M800

The humble and diminutive Maruti 800 made its presence felt in India a little before I was born. It was a no-brainer for thousands of Indians for it to be their first car. All through my family, relatives had owned the Maruti 800 at some point in their lives.

When I finished studying and got to work, I needed my own personal transport for commute. Buying a  new car wasn’t an option so I went to the second hand market looking for, no guesses, a Maruti 800. I got it for a lowly price.

The commutes were the stated reason but deep down I knew I was going to be doing many road trips in this car.

There is an unexplained pleasure in experiencing first hand the open roads and sights of new lands . With the humble Maruti, I too had my share of trips.

My first ever self-driven road trip was when I and my father drove down to NH17. It was a night drive during the winter months. 400kms of Konkan serpentine bliss.

The next trip was to Shirdi and it was EPIC. It has been chronicled here.

The monsoons and the madness in Lonavala with friends. A couple of trips and I had most of Lonavala mapped in my head.

The final trip before I upgraded the car was to Ellora via Shirdi. Loads of fun, a couple of missed exits and a midnight race against time to Bombay (courtesy Golu).


What the Maruti 800 lacked in creature comforts it made up for in character. Simple and Brilliant.