Italian Affair

This about a short romance i had with an italian beauty she had this curves which makes u hug her tight and hold her hands and caress them and the experience was amazing i met this naked beauty when i was in dubai i saw her standing all by herself and went to get a better glimpse of her and when  i was about to get close to her there was this whiite guy found out he was an italian and he had also recently come to dubai and so i ended up talking to him and befriended him he was guy he used to come to office in a R6 and he was also had the italian beauty with him and she was jus amazing .the italian and myself used to hangout in the evening together and he also realised my  passion for motorcycle and offered me the  beauty the first few times were in the parking lot and slowly he gained confidence in me and we started going out for late night rides the expresssway to abudhabi was jus amazing and more amazing was the italian babe she was a MV Agusta BRUTALE had a 1078cc 170 bhp engine that jus used to flip ur mind we used to touch speeds that were taboo and this about my experience one and the most memorable one so as usual it was late night and me and my friend left to ride  and we were going on the usual road and a white porsche 911 jus came crusing next to me and inside was a sheik in usual white robe and was snarling at me and we stopped at a signal and u know ur pluses start rising u break a sweat the adearline pumps up and the signal turns green and bang in first i was doing 100k and i had gone through all the gears and the porsche was next to me i had to do something and bang came down two gears and the bike did a wheelie and zooom i was off the porsche was a small spec in my rear view mirror i was going faster than ever gone in any mode on road and i was scared and shivering and let off the throttle and then i heard the grunt and roar of the porsche charging at me and both realised that speed camera we braked hard i got to side of the road and i jus parked the bike and i was shivering scared and its a feeling u can never describe it wat everyone should do once by an insane motorcycle and blast down the road at breakneck speeds but as i said before it was only a breif affair and i realised that when i came back to India  and i also realised that riding down the road on an enfield or jawa is pure bliss the feel of these bikes can never be replicated

thats the beaut i was talking about

Die Cast -II-Hot rods & Muscle

So after the Shelby Cobra  the next acquisition was a Volkwagen beetle & A Chevy Bel Air followed by Chevy Covertte 1957&1959 followed by a  1932 Ford 3 door coupe this had a flat head V8 and its specially favoured by the Hot Rodding community for 2 reasons a) the flat head V8 and b) the ultra cool looks this very car would be the basis for many hot rods

But i wanted to expand my collection further i went and got a Fiat 500 or it was called Topolino italian for Mickey mouse look at the front of the car what does it remind you

after this my recent purchase some week ago was the best i got myself a Ford thunderbird , a chevy Sting Ray and Chevy Impala

and out my collection the impala and the chevy covertte are the best in detail wise they even have an engine  pics of my collection soon

Die Cast Obssession

When i was young my friends used to collect stamps some used to collect coins and i used to collect car toys but i used to buy hot wheels and the first one i got was a pontiac firebird trans am it was red and had a bird decal on the hood the car was ultra cool and it started the passion for vehicles but the ride on my dad's jawa was the one that pulled me to two wheeles but i did buy lots of cars, but losing them at a faster rate and slowly i grew over it i forgot all about the Lamborgini Countach and Ferrari F-50 or the Great F- 40 in which the doors can be opened But Countach was a favourite as the doors opened upwards and small lever under the car will open the pop up headlights and i was facinated anyway now the lost fire has been reindled some time last year i saw this beautiful example of a shelby cobra

 which i bought without any hesitation and now this has become my latest obsession buying die cast models and my collection has grown to 11 cars and all are from the early fifties to the late sixtys and no new ones and i am buying in scale of 1:32 to 1:28 and not the big ones as i like all of them to be of the same size and my  latest acqusitions are so good they even have an engine on the inside and more about this in my next post

The Value of humility

Kubera, the god of wealth, was very proud of his boundless fortune. One day, he organized a gorgeous dinner. Kubera invited Lord Shiva and Parvati to dinner wishing to show off his riches. But, the couple denied Kubera's request and said that he could feed Ganesha instead. Kubera laughed and said 'I can feed thousands of children like this."

Ganesha went to his palace and sat down to eat. He started eating all the food placed in front of him. As was the custom, more and more food was served to him as he did not say that he had enough. Soon there was no more food in the palace and so Kubera ordered his troops to get more food from the surrounding villages. But Ganesha continued eating and there was no more food to be found. Still very hungry, and not satisfied with all the available food, Ganesh started to devour plates and dishes, the furniture and all the content of Alakapuri, the main city of Kubera.

When he achieved to gulp down the whole, the child Ganesh threatened to swallow Kubera himself. Frightened, the god of wealth rushed forward to Shiva's feet to implore his help, since the Ganesh voracious appetite seemed to be unlimited.

Kubera became very frightened. Ganesha told him, " You promised my parents you will feed me. Now, I have to eat you up as I am still very hungry ". Kubera ran away and pleaded with Shiva to save him from Ganesha. Shiva asked Kubera to give up his pride and serve Ganesha a handful of rice. Kubera went back to his palace. By this time, Ganesha's stomach had become very huge but the child was still hungry. When Kubera served a cup of rice with humility, Ganesha's hunger was satisfied.

Whats the difference?

What is the difference between the new motorcycle and old ones, The difference is old ones were international models whereas the new ones are indian specific underperformers

Take the jawa for example from 1960-1970 it was sold around the world from americans to the russians all used the bike and it was affordable in india too but now no american uses a pulsar or a FZ but they use a FZ 1000 whereas we get an FZ 150 but in the good old days all where international models and the quality was also international quality our bikes are running for past sixty years after all the abuses but the bikes these days wont run for more than three years

I was on my way back home and there was an uce enfield riding before me belching white smoke can u beleive it a new bike that smokes after paying a lakh and half now thats the quality we get

The same company in 1980's used to run rigorous checks i was told by my mech once an enfield is manufactured its taken on test ride for some 200km the engine fully checked and the other test was ride the bike without the hands between two walls enough for the bike to go through and the handlebars wont touch the walls and now u get a smoking bike that aint fair.

A true motorcycle

a true motorcycle is the one that makes u smile when u open up the throttle and tear up the most fun part of any ride is a) all the petrol heads getting to gether  and b) the tear up. The lunacy in tearing up is second to none especially if ur riding a yezdi or jawa the tear up is amazing

when u and ur buddy are riding next to each other and ur buddy goes from fourth to third opens the throttle wide and just blasts off and its followed by u  doing the same thats one of the best parts of our rides

everytime i ride with vasanth or kannan sir this is wat we do kannan sir accelerates and i catch up with him and overtake him he will accelerate again and its simply amazing to watch the blast of blue smoke and the roar of the engine its not eco friendly but i dont give a damn

anyway to have a true motorcyle is not to own a liter class bike or something like a two-fifty ninja or a six fifty ninja blah blah .... but its to have a motorcycle that is going to make u smile the one that lets u use all the gears and ride it to its limits and u aint gonna do this on a liter class bike

Plus what an enfield (the old cast iron) or yezdi or jawa would do  is take  u to the 1960's or 70's and u feel like an outlaw  a rebel and that rebellious feeling can only be from a motorcycle like ours

Love is all u need

Why do u like ur yezdi jawa or enfield? why r u so passionate about it?

Is it because they are powerfull or they are fast lets be honest guys the modern bikes definetly perform better and there is no denial to it,our yezdi puts out a measly 13bhp and if its a jawa its just 12 and RX puts out 14 but at just 100cc and the latest boxer 150cc puts out 12bhp that being case its not power

Is it  because of styling atleast jawa or the old yezdi has some charm but the cl-2 or roadking they look like a boxer or herohonda dawn or something like that so it aint because of styling

Handling lets be honest again the bikes come only with half turn and to change direction u have to apply considerable force and literally hold the bike by its neck and drag it and braking,now wat does that mean

But all of us always talk about how beautiful they are and how fast we went and how we overtook a r15 (this would have been in traffic or the r15 rider must be going slow)

Now the question why r we so passionate about our bikes its because they breakdown give us huge repair bills and still breakdown its like u have to pay constant attention to them maintain them and kajole them and that my friend is what makes us mad about them, they look beautiful cos we love them and they are fast to us cos we love them and these bikes have a soul each one of our bikes already have a part of us in them the funny thing is they all look different vasanth roadking is definetly different from venkat's though they are the same bike. all our bikes have there own personality and we love them for that . This reminds me of what i was told when i was young.

When i was some ten years old my  dad used to work in Hotel Connemara and there was a manager in the hotel he used have an enfield and he used booze everynight till he lost his senses and then head home and one day i asked him how do u managed to get home  every night after drinking so much he cooly smiled and said my enfield takes me home and he said it will go on the beach road platform but somehow it will take him home unscathed , i do not wish to argue if it was his bike that took him or if the delerious man was lucky to go home every night . what i liked was the confidence he showed on his machine and he looked at his bike as though it was his care taker and thats the way i feel about my bikes and i think that my jawa as a cowboy and the enfield as brit gentleman and all my machines are older than me and yes they take care of me and i take care of them like the beatles song that goes llike love is all you need love is all u need