UA08-4356, he drove it like a fighter plane right before take-off
off a warship. No wonder he never lost to anyone in “self-determined” races on
the roads of Dehradun. He always allowed elders to pass him on any given day
but he hated it when anyone overtook him on the road with zooming speed. It was
not his ego, it was his comfort with his first ever two wheeler, his Hero Puch
3G that made him follow and beat them by the speed or skill of cutting through
the traffic.
His friends wanted to ride with him. He loved speed and more
than that he loved the feeling of rolling wheels under him. He stared at the
road passing below the tires for long stretches and admired man’s arguably most
important invention i.e. “wheels”.
His friends had more powerful bikes but he had the heart to
go out to any stretch with his puch. Call it a ride up the hills to Mussorie or
a ride along with Ganga to Rishikesh or Haridwar or a ride in the Raja Ji
National Park, He was never behind. His friends always exclaimed – “ we had
never seen a guy riding a puch like CBZ “. After any ride up hills whenever he
stopped and looked back at the exhaust puffing out white smoke. He looked at
the engine and thanked his engine oil, just because it kept puch’s heart
healthy and by that his J .
His philosophy was simple “life is too short to miss any
opportunity of having fun” and he always knew that his hero puch was a true
partner in this endeavor.
Bikes in our lives mean a lot of things from a piece of
metal with a running engine to a partner in our happiness. There are many who would
have faster bikes, but none had one like his.
