10 Years and counting ! Mera dost, mera saathi - mera bike.
>> Friday, December 26, 2014
My life has gone through various highs and lows and still continuing with my life journey in similar fashion, my bike: Hero Honda - Passion Plus survived it all. This year my handsome and daring bike completed 10 years and is still serving me as a good friend.
It seemed everything happened yesterday when I started recollecting all the nostalgic days with my bike. Although it is street bike or like any other normal bike, I meant more than a sports bike to me. I grew up in a family where my father was the only bread and butter earner while Mom used to take utmost care of our family. After the outcome of my SSC results, feeling happy with the percentage of marks, dad decided to gift me a bike. He worked very hard in his daily job to save the money for down-payment and finally cutting through his daily expenses to pay the EMIs. It made me realize to achieve something valuable in life which would be a best thing that I could ever gift my dad, my hero.
Be it a heavy rain or extra chill winter mornings or empty pockets, my bike survived it all. One incident I could remember is when my health deteriorated. I was attending a programming class and suddenly my stomach aching like never before and I could hardly survive the severe pain thereby making me a bit dizzy. I immediately got out of the class and drove to home safely. If it wasn't for the bike, it would had been very difficult to get back home. With a monthly tight budget during my undergraduate days, the bike gave me the best-est average of 60 km per liter and zero maintenance but I made sure I am maintaining its good health.
It went through the hills of Lonavala, Manavli and Sinhagad fort in heavy rains and stood alone in the sunny heat in FC Road, JM Road. It helped me passed the busy streets of traffic laden Hinjewadi by discovering new short cuts.
Recently, on discussion with my best friend Rohit regarding buying a new bike by selling this off I could realize that I could hardly get detach from it. Such was my attachment for this non-living being. Later, Rohit and me decided not to sell off our bikes whatever come may as it had been besides us during good as well as bad times.
Such is my care, attachment and passion for my passion plus. I am really thankful to it for still standing besides me like always and I wish it could read this post. ;)
It seemed everything happened yesterday when I started recollecting all the nostalgic days with my bike. Although it is street bike or like any other normal bike, I meant more than a sports bike to me. I grew up in a family where my father was the only bread and butter earner while Mom used to take utmost care of our family. After the outcome of my SSC results, feeling happy with the percentage of marks, dad decided to gift me a bike. He worked very hard in his daily job to save the money for down-payment and finally cutting through his daily expenses to pay the EMIs. It made me realize to achieve something valuable in life which would be a best thing that I could ever gift my dad, my hero.
Be it a heavy rain or extra chill winter mornings or empty pockets, my bike survived it all. One incident I could remember is when my health deteriorated. I was attending a programming class and suddenly my stomach aching like never before and I could hardly survive the severe pain thereby making me a bit dizzy. I immediately got out of the class and drove to home safely. If it wasn't for the bike, it would had been very difficult to get back home. With a monthly tight budget during my undergraduate days, the bike gave me the best-est average of 60 km per liter and zero maintenance but I made sure I am maintaining its good health.
It went through the hills of Lonavala, Manavli and Sinhagad fort in heavy rains and stood alone in the sunny heat in FC Road, JM Road. It helped me passed the busy streets of traffic laden Hinjewadi by discovering new short cuts.
Recently, on discussion with my best friend Rohit regarding buying a new bike by selling this off I could realize that I could hardly get detach from it. Such was my attachment for this non-living being. Later, Rohit and me decided not to sell off our bikes whatever come may as it had been besides us during good as well as bad times.
Such is my care, attachment and passion for my passion plus. I am really thankful to it for still standing besides me like always and I wish it could read this post. ;)
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