Back when I was a scrawny school kid, I’d curried favour with one of dad’s friends for a chance to ride his bike. As I struggled to even kick-start it, dad’s friend could clearly see through my lie of knowing how to ride one. Yet, for some unknown reason, he kicked it to life and…
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60 kmph
60 kmph! A pace that puts the wind in your face and the worries behind.Where you hear the rustling of the leaves, and catch the smiles of the children in the street. That classic iron heart of a motor sitting relaxed between the feet. 60 kmph, it’s magic if you please. Them vibes smoothened out…
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