August 8th 2010
Got a chance to change the handlebars on my 1986 Enfield Standard. I was very nervous after buying the handle at JC Road. It was big and wide and I had no visualization of how it would look on the bike.
Anyway, all my fears turned out to be groundless since the bike handles beautifully well.
May 7th 2009
There she was, black, silver, big, heavy and beautiful
She looked so beauuuutiful
It was love at first sight!
She was not easy, she was not nice
She was so hot and she had dull yellow eyes
And I loved her!
She was angry, she bled internally
Years of neglect, misuse and indifference
But she was so proud!
One fine day, when the going was tough
She cried, she could not take it anymore
And then she had a nervous breakdown!
I realized my follies, and then I cried
Took her to the doctor and I told my story
While she looked at me balefully!
Now the times are changed, life is full
Fresh blood, surgery, cosmetics and lots of love
My baby’s back on the road again!
The above is a picture of the bike taken some years ago and not a latest one. My previous post – http://anw.in/2006/04/07/bullet-after-some-modifications/.
December 3rd 2007
by Anwin in Bikes tags: Jesus
I want one. Really! Jesus on a motorcycle is just way too (no more words).
If anyone’s religious sentiments are hurt, I am truly sorry, but I can’t help it. This is too funny and awesome.
October 22nd 2007
This year has been a long year of cops and escapades. It all started late December last year. The first trip to the police station. That was a good four hours wasted without too much trouble. And then some months ago on the way to Mysore. That was some trouble due to some stupidity and no mistake of ours. And then now when Karthik’s mobile was stolen yesterday. Right under our noses from our house.
It goes like this. Early morning around 8:30 or so a guy rings the bell and asks if he can wash our bikes for 10 bucks each. It seems he had a very sorry face (I was sleeping as it was early morning for me) and Karthik after consulting with me agreed. I vaguely remember saying ok to Karthik in my sleep. So in he goes to get a bucket of water and gives the bucket to this guy. In the meantime Nafisa had gone to the shop for milk and she noticed that the guy was missing and the bucket still there downstairs. She reports the same to Karthik, who suddenly remembered his mobile which he had kept on the table. And yes, you guessed, it was gone, poye potchu!!! Poor guy. So this guy conned us. Royally.
And then we decided to file an FIR. Which we could do only in the afternoon as we went shopping shortly after. As usual the cops don’t want to file an FIR. For the simple reason that they have to investigate the case once an FIR is filed. How is that? So many excuses from them later and they trying to put the blame on us for ‘negligence’ we got out by getting a complaint acknowledgment letter. Phew!!!
And when Nafisa and I go out to find a tailor, the bike stops in Kammanahalli main road. No petrol. And Karthik’s bike, which I had borrowed, had no fuel when it still was in main. How weird? Karthik’s bike is one weird bike, I swear.
And I also tore my favourite Flying Machine jeans on Karthik’s bike. And I also lost my Zippo (20$) which Gerry boy had given to me last year the same evening. Oh man!!! It was a day of tragedies.
I guess, Karthik’s luck was an all time low yesterday. And since I was with him all day and since I am never lucky anyway I had my share of tragedies too.
But I can laugh at it today. Oh boy! It was an eventful weekend.
November 9th 2006
by Anwin in Bikes, Personal
Here I come up with the badass Skeleton Chopper I was talking about in my previous Chopper post.