What is it that makes you travel?
Is it in your basal instincts... A remnant trait of our nomadic hominids?
Is it an urge to discover cultures and customs, countryside and coves, secret beaches and crowded bazaars?
Or its it the Adrenaline coursing through your veins as you can hear the rush of the wind and screech of the rubber on the road as you negotiate hair pin bends on.... a ghat section?
Or are you looking forward to the moments of calm on the highway that gives you the time and space to organize your mental clutter?
Is it the incredible learning experience on the highway - about people, places and the local-speak?
Is it a high octane fuel-injected 28.8 BHP of raw power churned out of a 500 cc engine that has a thump in synchrony with your heartbeat?
What ever your reason, pickup that bike... And Ride...
Ride... when "going there" matters more than "getting there"
Ride... every time you feel that the concrete jungle you live in has boxed you out (or in)
Ride... when the mundane his you and routine becomes a load
Ride... when you want to connect with yourself
Ride... when the journey matters more than the destination
My fellow rider.... My journey IS my destination...
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