5- Whuuooomm Whuuoomm

I decide the racing position is not for me since I enjoy taking long trips. I start researching, again. I consult to enthusiasts, again. I want to feel the wind, I want it to really pull when I twist the throttle.

I come across this picture on the web. I feel week in the knees. I end up buying my Yamaha XJ6 which will accompany me throughout this trip.

I try to describe it to people who ask:  “-Whuuoomm Whuuoomm”. Oh what joy.!

4- The First Motorcycle

I consult enthusiasts. I make the decision to buy the best looking smallest CC bike I can find.

Result: CBR125. With its weak structure, flimsy engine and paper-thin wheels it looks like a bicycle rather than a motorcycle. That said, I come close to a wipeout on it and thanks to its lightness I’m able to get myself out of trouble easily. I pat myself on the back for choosing a light bike as my first bike.

After a year I sell the bike to a 17 year old with one arm.., No really.. 

3- The First Ride

My so called ‘tutor’ is working as a pizza delivery guy at Domino’s. He’s trying his best to pass on his knowledge, but is not able to answer most of my questions. My Arai helmet is on my head. My riding pants, jacket, boots, back protector is all Dainese. I’m in a restaurant’s parking lot. I’m on a worn out YBR125 given from the training center and there’s a guy wearing a Domino’s uniform running next to me with one hand on my bike. 

This wasn’t what I had imagined riding would be like but I stick with it until I get my license. As I slalom around the cones during my driving test, I win the attention of the uninterested officials by honking at them. License –check, next...