Pleasure for RIDING freaks!!
 

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Pleasure for riding FREAKS!!

The pleasure is when you finish your day ride, and reach in one piece. You the smallest vehicle on the road, and you survived.

The pleasure is when you take off your wristwatch, and see a band of untanned skin.

The pleasure is when your motorcycle and you move as one single united form. Whatever shape the road takes, whichever end of the compass it leads to.

The pleasure is when you use your hands, arms, thighs, knees and feet to steer.

The pleasure is when you take off your riding jacket for a break, and feel the breeze dry your sweat.

The pleasure is when you sing to yourself on an empty road. You are the world’s best rock star.

The pleasure is when your rear wheel slides, and you bring it back, when the front wheel lifts, and you take your time bringing it back.

The pleasure is when you cut through air, at 50 kph or 100.

The pleasure is when you reach a place you never been before, and someone you never seen before asks you for a ride. And comes back grinning.

The pleasure is when you wave to village kids, and they wave back.

The pleasure is when you almost, almost fall. But dont

The pleasure is when you fight the wind, and win.

The pleasure is when you get up that narrow path for the view you never forget.

The pleasure is when you view the world at an angle.

The pleasure is when you eat bugs at 90 kph.

The pleasure is when you look at a dust-streaked face in the mirror after a 500 km ride, and don't want to wash up.

The pleasure is when your pillion moves with you.

The pleasure is when you can see the petrol after a top-up.

The pleasure is when your throttle hand has calluses.

The pleasure is when you jump a speedbreaker.

The pleasure is when you stop to help push a stranded car to the side of the road.

The pleasure is when you stop at the smallest of towns, and somebody asks you technical specifications.

The pleasure is when your book of roadmaps gets dog-eared, rain-splashed, tea-stained.

The pleasure is when you give a stranger a lift.

The pleasure is when you have battle-scars.

The pleasure is when you can feel the cool morning and the hot afternoon, the light rain and the damp fog.

The pleasure is when you leave four-wheeler traffic standing in a jam.

The pleasure is when you aren’t lulled by an air-conditioner.

The pleasure is when you are free. Open. Independent.
Liberated.

Would be great to see some more articles
Ride safe,
Hari

Hm... Yes, I like that

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Johnefyn

Great topic Red Bull

Here are some more.

The pleasure is when:

- you are stuck somewere with your bike, feel no hope and after you kick it, it suddenly works.
- you meet a stranger stuck with bike. you give his bike a slap and it is fixed, you dont know why and travel on saying nothing.
- you are in nowere and suddnly you meet a guy riding the same bike.
- you are on a business meeting and find the rock head is mad on bikes like you. Has been to the Sahara like you did and knows Ali Mohamed from Siwa.
- when you drop the bike and find the broken part just bumped out, and you just place it back.
- you reach the parking lot and find your bike is the only vhycle that can park in the narrow space left.
- you meet an old man that tells you that if he was yonger, that is what he was doing.
- when you manage to place your camera and run to the bike jump to the seat and make it move before the "klick".
- when you travel in the desert and a Beduwin invites you to his tent for the night including your bike.
- when you sit in a restourant and the water asks you if that great bike there is yours.
- when you park your bike and see from far, people gathering arownd admiring it.
- when a police stops you only to admier your bike.
- when you stop near a policeman riding the same bike.
- when you join a strange biker for cupple of miles, you ride togeter and separate with a wave.
- when you get to a road barriare and find that only your bike can go on.
- when you get to a long line of cars wating in the border, and the police waves you to go to the front.

I found some more of the same on the net , really interesting :-)

Nothing can beat, bunking the office for a ride

Nothing can beat, when you plan an early morning start but start at 8.30

Nothing can beat, when u apply sun burn on arms but forget the face

Nothing can beat, when u ride in full riding gears and people see you with curiosity

Nothing can beat, when u touch the highway and your frustration gets blown away by hot summer wind.

Nothing can beat, when u stop for a cold Lassi after that

Nothing can beat, when rear wheel goes flat at 90kph and nothing happens to you

Nothing can beat, when u ride more than 200 kms in one go

Nothing can beat, when u stop for water and some unknown person offers you a chilled Pepsi

Nothing can beat, first sight of mountains after doing 250 kms hot summer ride

Nothing can beat, when you start riding on Ghats(mountains) with one eye on road and second on beautiful landscape

Nothing can beat, when you stop for a lunch at 5.00 in the evening

Nothing can beat, when you reach your planned destination without any hitch

Nothing can beat, when you look for a accommodation and find no hotels :-)

Nothing can beat, when you miss your camping gears

Nothing can beat, when you offer bottle of whisky to caretaker and he opens a VIP room

Nothing can beat, when you saw a beautiful girl sitting on your bike

Nothing can beat, when she gives you a pleasant smile

Nothing can beat, chilled beer under the stars and watching full moon rising from ‘steep’ peaks

Nothing can beat, peaceful sleep

Nothing can beat, coming back from unknown routes with no traffic

Nothing can beat, riding on bad stretches

Nothing can beat, when locals say its only 2 kms bad stretches but it's actually 14 kms

Nothing can beat, when some one show you a shortcut and you saves 40 kms

Nothing can beat, when you find routes more beautiful than your imagination

Nothing can beat, when you decide to comeback again

Nothing can beat, when you reach home and your wife welcomes you and your kids search your bag

Nothing can beat, A Lonely Ride