Riding a bike is an innate quality. It's difficult to forget it even when you are out of touch for several years let alone months. Moreover when you train to ride your moped in the city with the highest number of two wheelers you are bound to be a master in dodging potholes, speed breakers, stray dogs and pedestrians as well as abusing other motorists at the drop of a hat.
Placing your hands on the handle of your bike transforms you into a rider of the first degree, and your speed is definitely dictated by the music trickling into your ears through your noise cancelling headphones.
It definitely helps if you have a two wheeler in Pune. If not ,then you have to be an expert at dangling onto a crowded bus. ( And here I'm talking about normal working class people and students)
It's an art - not everyone can handle road warfare!
Being adept at finding spaces between two four wheelers also calls for a backup of an enormous knowledge of verbal abuses.
You can be severely handicapped if you lack either of these or both. And if you dare to ride for a distance of around half an hour or more (yes, distances are measured by the time taken to complete them) then you have to muster oodles of courage to be able to brave long jams while weaving in and out of long lines of cars and trucks alike.
Honestly it's not all glum as I'm making it out to be.
Long bike rides in light showers are the ultimate mini monsoon breaks anyone can take while sipping on steaming hot cups of tea from roadside tea stalls while munching on onion and potato fritters.
Nothing can come close to the freedom of having your own seat all to yourself. No one can take it from you. Nor do you have to fall in the hassles of reserved seats on a bus.
And then there's always a possibility of having a lovely pillion rider with whom you can ride away from the maddening crowd 😃
Placing your hands on the handle of your bike transforms you into a rider of the first degree, and your speed is definitely dictated by the music trickling into your ears through your noise cancelling headphones.
It definitely helps if you have a two wheeler in Pune. If not ,then you have to be an expert at dangling onto a crowded bus. ( And here I'm talking about normal working class people and students)
It's an art - not everyone can handle road warfare!
Being adept at finding spaces between two four wheelers also calls for a backup of an enormous knowledge of verbal abuses.
You can be severely handicapped if you lack either of these or both. And if you dare to ride for a distance of around half an hour or more (yes, distances are measured by the time taken to complete them) then you have to muster oodles of courage to be able to brave long jams while weaving in and out of long lines of cars and trucks alike.
Honestly it's not all glum as I'm making it out to be.
Long bike rides in light showers are the ultimate mini monsoon breaks anyone can take while sipping on steaming hot cups of tea from roadside tea stalls while munching on onion and potato fritters.
Nothing can come close to the freedom of having your own seat all to yourself. No one can take it from you. Nor do you have to fall in the hassles of reserved seats on a bus.
And then there's always a possibility of having a lovely pillion rider with whom you can ride away from the maddening crowd 😃
