120 fucking kmph...

120 plus kmph on a moderately busy city road! Sweet purr of engine pumped with adrenaline. Tears relentlessly, oozing out my eyes. Retina trying to project on my visual nerves, whatever it can see through those meshed up eyelashes, dying for an embrace with each other. Man, it was faaast, furious and FUN!
No helmet. I felt vulnerable. One small ignored pebble, and I’ll be off flying to hell.
Anyway, still pushed my “mean machine” to it’s limits. [Crackle!!!] speedometer, goes for a toss. [apparently, no one in manufacturing unit thought, that there would be a maniac, who would pep his bike upto 120 fukcin kmph. So now my speedometer doesn’t work now. Gotta get that fixed. :D ]

I have always loved that feeling of wind in my face! Last time, I felt it, when I did that bungee jumping. It was “legendary”. [I know I am too liberal with that word… anyway]
Yeeehaw!… I can’t get over it, I made that lousy bike rider eat dirt right in morning. And he thought he could compete!! What a brilliant start for a morning! I am glad my room-mate is not here. Had it been so, I would have heard a revised list of “Dos and Don’ts” again. In least, he would shove that helmet up my head once again and take away all the fun.

I know.. I know it was wrong and I should have worn one… but for crying out loud, Guys are allowed to have fun once in a way! :D

Damn, It feels good to be free. It’s a sad thing gas costs fortune though! :D