Royal Enfield: Pure Motorcycling at heart

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…

The Yamaha RD350: Dream Interrupted

Spotted a RD350 yesterday, being lovingly bought back to life. Was in a workshop the size of a security guard’s cabin in Mumbai, but that didn’t matter. There it was sitting majestically in the classic Red livery. It managed to stop me right in my tracks. The brain drained out all other thoughts. The heart…