"Screw you therapy, I ride a motorcycle"

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" I hate him! I hate her! I hate everybody! How inconsiderate can people be! How thoughtless! It's as if I am nothing but a pawn in their game!"

Seething with anger, she took off from the living room ignoring the shouts of her family asking her to come back. Her younger brother,Rahul, who was always the one to know what cheers her up, threw the bullet keys at her. Without second thoughts she reached for her leather jacket and helmet, two amongst her most prized possessions and walked out; away from all the drama.

In the cellar, still extremely upset, the sight of her long-time companion, a Royal Enfield Electra, brought an unwilling smile to her lips. Rhea walked towards it and reached for the handle bars, feeling the calmness sweep through her already. Seating herself on it, she adeptly took the beast off its centre stand with surprising strength for her tall but lean frame. Minutes later she was off, the sound of the 350cc Engine keeping her mind off disturbing thoughts and the hassle of festive traffic keeping her focus on the road and vehicles around.

It always amazed her how a motorcycle ride calmed her mind like nothing else. She has been riding her very own Royal Enfield Electra Twinspark for almost 4 years now, and 4 years later, she claims it is still one of the best things that happened to her. "There is something", she says, "in shifting the gears and accelerating through the winding roads", that thrills her even to-date. As she manoeuvred her way through the traffic at low speed, managing the heavy machine, trying to figure out if the bars are going to fit between the slow moving Tata Nano and a Auto Rickshaw, she grew impatient to reach her favourite stretch of road in the city. She dragged the back brake a little and came to a stop at the long traffic signal shifting the gear to neutral and released the clutch, feeling her mood lighten with each movement. Turning to her left, she saw a fellow motorcyclist give her thumbs up and she returned the gesture thinking, you meet the nicest people in motorcyclists. As the lights turned green, she held her clutch lever close, shifted the gear and revved the machine. Turning right, she diligently climbed up the gears to ride on her favourite road.

With trees on both sides of the road, she could feel the cool smell of the greenery, and see the yellow flowers -bright and cheerful, through her much loved LS2 Helmet. Cruising ahead, her thoughts drifted to the first day she was here on her bullet. It was the same day she got the bike as a gift from her Parents and elder brother. 21st July 2012, it was her 20^th Birthday. While she showed off her adept riding skills to her dad sitting as pillion, he lectured her about responsible riding, traffic sense and how not to misuse the freedom given to her (Dads! Take the fun out of everything!).

It came as a surprise to her that she actually had the bullet delivered, even though she knew her parents and brother never said no to her. Asking for a Royal Enfield was farfetched even for her. A quick upload of a picture on FB revealed how envious all her friends were of her Birthday gift! Their comments, "Congratulations! What an amazing family!", "Wow! I wish my dad got me an Activa at least!", "Oh! Do introduce me to your brother! (Ya Right!)", tripled her happiness.

That was Rhea, just into her twenties, but still a teenager. Four years, a couple of breakups and thousands of miles on her RE later, she believed she was a matured, independent woman, who made her decisions by herself. Often perceived as stubborn by her family, she was a thoughtful and considerate woman. Rhea loved her family immensely but as with all families, they frustrate her equally.
Honk Honk Honk! The familiar honking tone brought her thoughts back and she glanced at her rear view to see a file of motorcycles move towards her. There you go, she thought, can't a person even ride in peace! The file of motorcycles belongs to her Biking Fraternity. As they filed behind her, she had no choice but to take the Lead position. Quickly switching on her headlights, she honked in response to notify that she is taking the lead.
20 kms later, Rhea made a gesture of closed fingers to her mouth, indicating a stop for refreshments as the group pulled over at a roadside Dhaba. 

To be continued...

Courtesy:chiefmotorcycleforum.com