My first flat...

It took ~19K kms... it took ~eight years... it took a slumber of ~three or more years... it took , umm lemme see one.. two.. ~four minor and one recent major fumble... it took me visiting some six countries... it took in loads of dust and rust... it took 6 months in my bedroom :)... it took lots of rubble, stones, extremely rough terrain to some of the best tarmac around...

It finally happened... I was obedient behind the STOP line in RED at Jahangir Chowk rushing for a meeting... Green got me thrusting the throttle to its max and in no time to an idle. The bike was wobbling.. I experienced this many-a-times on 4 wheels. I knew its time had come... I knew I finally did it... I should have felt remorse... I should have felt bad ... I should have felt guilty ... I had to be angry over missing the meeting... I smiled.. I shook my head, got the visor off... I giggled... I laughed. Oh the elation.. oh the triump.. oh the feeling of fulfillment...

The puzzled rickshaw fellow said he did not know where the shop I was looking for was... the other rickshaw guy said, I need to get back to the signal for a shop there.

I did walk with my steed. It shone under the sun, it wanted the mild push ... killed the engine decided to thrust it on. Sure it had never experienced this before. It had a flat. the rear tyre had gone flat. The first time in eight years .. my CBZ faced its flat! I was happy and took pride of the situation :)

The mechanic soon arrived and fixed 8 punctures. I decided to pay him for the punctures instead of getting a new tube.. I wanted my bike -stock :). Saw the company bus zip by, imagined my colleagues laughing out loud at me. In about 1/2 hour the bike was back in shape , congratulated the mechanic for a job well done (he did say the tube was of good quality, and infact was a good guy himself!).

Rode back to office humming the songs from Rock on!!..

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