- Billy Lane vs Dave Perowitz, The Great Biker Build Off 2.
The idea itself is so amazing that every time I think of it, it shuts my mind off and detaches it from the surrounding universe injecting fluids, vibes, mixtures of countless emotions, into it. Hope, adrenaline, freedom. These things stimulate the senses in the most vigorous of ways possible giving a high not achievable by even the strongest of drugs. Imagine. Long hair. Long roads. Long bikes. A bike is possibly the only thing that, once taken an experience of, never lets one forget of it. Be it a girl. Or a boy. Isn't this what life is all about? Not having fun. That mightn't be the right way to put it. But experiencing something new all time. And a bike does exactly that.
"The core of a man's spirit comes from new experiences."
- Alexander Supertramp.
It is true. Without doubt. The wind on your face. The speed. Gravel, metal, leather, wind; these ingredients make us. They give us something new to think of, something new to ponder over. Everytime. These ingredients mix and give birth to experiences that mesmerize and enlighten.
I believe anyone would sacrifice anything and everything for such experiences. The sound of the engine and the changing gears, the feel of that metal, the sight of that long road ahead. Who wouldn't? But sadly, lots don't feel the way I do. It hurts to see the way things are here. People ride bikes for purposes other than enjoying the ride. I don't see that look on their faces while they ride, that look which should be there. A look of satisfaction. Nothing. It hurts to see such blasphemy. Bikes are not meant to be considered as creations of utility but creations of marvel. And yet they are. It hurts.
I hope people of our country come to realize the beauty of this activity called biking. And fast.
Biking is another name for rebellion. It definitely is.
Mildred: What're you rebelling against, Johnny?
Johnny: Whaddya got?
- The Wild One, 1953.
Here, I have penned my thoughts down; thoughts on a subject that's on my mind everyday, every minute. Things I'd been thinking of blogging ever since i started blogging. This post may seem very erratic to almost all of you, but give it another read and you'll know what I have in mind.
5 comments:
You've read Motorcycle Diaries?
If you haven't, do. Ag has it with her. She just must be hiding it somewhere.
And I'm guessing nobody is going to allow me to rebel; I trip walking bare feet. :|
well, yeah. i've watched the movie. so AWESOME!!! but quit halfway thru the book. :( the time where he abandons "the mighty one".
u dont try to rebel. u just ride. u just drive. :) and walking bums me out anyway. but sadly, i got no bike either. walkety-walk it is everyday.
HAIL BIKES!!!!!
Whoa ! Personally i can't relate to this post ( am famously known for not knowing how to handle one of these 'mighty ones' )! But yeah ... after walking twice from Burdi to the hostel today , i totally am SICK of the walkety-walk thingie ... This has got to end .... No more walkin , no more toddler-like cyclin :P
Finally the post you were born to write Deng!!
Ah, bikes. Brilliant, beautiful and AWE inspiring.And best suited to rebel-without-a-apuse type of behaviour.
Makes me suddenly speechless and stupidly sappy.
You got the training??
@ balu : i know man. been there. sometimes its fun. but walking or taking a rickshaw every fucking time? argh! and as for cycles, i think its the most hopeless mode of transport ever invented.
@ aggie : bikes! out of words. again. yeah. i got the training. (!!!)
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