License to....

It sucks to spend a hundred thousand dollars on learning the art of using one of the most interesting machines of modern times, something that can achieve the miracle of flight. And the Indian government recognises your achievements with these 2 gaudy coloured books with 3 pages of printed recycled paper stapled to them. Would I have traded it for that 1098R, a WrenchMonkee BMW and a ride in the Baja? Hell no! This is my ticket to fly!!

From runway to raceway

Once upon a time at Kari

You could barrel down the runway in one of these, hit the ton and be airborne

Now...

You blip, shift, brake, stick that knee out and drag it around C1 and feel the rush come...

This used to be Kari's playground until his untimely death in 1995. But thanks to the legend, it's now a playground he's left behind for all of us to enjoy.
The Smell of the unburnt fuel, fresh rubber and the wraith of the chambers on song...Divine!
PS: if you're in the area this weekend, join T.W.O trackside, cheer, jeer or just come and inhale!!

Live it, love it, but....

Two Wheels...One Dream

Don't join the herd, take the Ride!

Once upon a VF....

Saw it...Lusted after it...The world's first superbike

Fell in love...The gold wheels were race bred and drool.

Emptied the bank...Bought it.

Relished the vee, experienced what anti-dive meant in 1983

Pencil pointer needles hit a hundred and sixty louder and quicker than most new aged motors.

 Still regret not having done this...

Ride for food programme

 What a Chuduku is to the Goma tribe, a hummer is to the West. It is a cross between ingenuity and poverty and is seen as tool that aids family welfare.
 

 This scooter-like contraption, made of eucalyptus wood can carry up to 250 kgs of anything with relative ease replacing a beast of burden in this impoverished society. Maybe this post will make a more meaningful Thanksgiving for those of you celebrating it. Two wheels do move the soul.
And oh Happy Thanksgiving!

 via leblogmoto

Personal Jesus

I had the opportunity to visit a traditional Goan house a few months ago and along with alcohol cellars, the other thing that got my attention was the presence of God in the form of clay and glass frames.

In keeping with the hippy atmosphere of Goa, this painting had a psychedelic touch

But a not-so-little tabernacle in the corner of a room had sketches and paintings of all the saints in the Catholic church and oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Sometimes I wonder why the fanatic word is always paired up with religions other than Catholicism.