When somebody says this word BIKE! Then we can clearly figure out a glitter in a boy’s eyes, who is stepping into his college days. One can see that charm in the college goer’s face too who is looking for one to have some fun. If we add an adjective fore to it, then for sure the duo is enough to make a guy feel nostalgic about his days well spent in his alma mater. That ordinary yet extraordinary, fascinating and captivating adjective is “Old”. And thus the duo stands for an “Old Bike”!
The Old bikes, for college pass-out guys, are not just old bikes. They are the first love for guys who wish to quench their wanderlust. They can easily patronise a girl for that one rusty old bike, if it were a cruiser like Bullet or sports one like KTM or may be iconic Yamaha Rx 100 or 350. In fact, it would be a heinous sin to call them just old bikes. Man! They are no less than Mean Machines with some crazy bunch of brats riding them.
Even if these old bikes are not some brilliant beasts like Royal Enfield or KTM or bada** Yamaha still they are enough to take you to the dens of your reminiscences. In the hindsight, you revisit those memories, those drizzling days with girlfriend or friends. You start to savour those ravishing suppers on some random Dhabas during late nights while cruising on highways with bunch of your mates. The Chai ki chuskee with Rusk on a road side Thadi when you had had to skip breakfast so as to reach in those boring lectures on time. The days of exams, when you used to get late, and the so called tripping never used to be an offence. It often used to feel like curse during winters when you had had to go to your college riding alone, but boon in the hindsight, when you used to have a cozy warmth of a hug from behind which used to be from your girlfriend. Dude! The portrayal of such a Love from a girlfriend cannot be better expressed, for a biker either. Those long drives with BFFs and those crazy selfies whilst driving; still feel adequate to make you crazy to ride your old bike again. Somehow you feel, that perhaps those crazy, cozy, loving, fulfilling and unforgettable moments can be lived again, if the time allows. Period!
These are some of the memoirs which are just enough not to let you forget your Old Bike. They are not just your old bikes; they were your companions and pals. They were your literal mates which were forged already when you were experiencing a continuum of your development from someone embryonic.
