Bullet in my Head

Bullet is not a motorcycle for me. It is a passion. It is my attitude.
I am in love with the beast since my childhood days. Most of my early life was spent in or around the Army Cantonment areas and the sight of those Army Bullets...frankly better than the sight of the most beautiful ladies.
I got a chance to ride a bullet when I was in class 12 and I can still remember the goosebumps that I got. That macho feeling; that pride; that freedom and the oneness of my heartbeat with the thump of the beast.
I could not afford to buy a bullet then and only when I started earning I could lay my hands on the machine. The year was 2004 when I proudly joined the cult. I bought a STD 350. Frankly I am not fond of other models.
Bullet is my best friend and a great stress buster. I prefer riding it at night after 12 and my usual ride is the Ring Road or the Delhi Cantt. area. The thump in the dead of the night gives me a high; a feel of nirvana.
Many guys argue that Bullet is nothing compared to heavy machines built by Harley Davidson. Well I have plenty of respect for the big daddy of motorcycles but I must say that Bullet is a thing which should not be compared. It has a class of its own and people who adore it wont find anything better in this world. I rented a Harley Davidson in Thailand for 3 hrs. It was a good ride but I badly missed my baby's thump.
A song dedicated to my baby :

And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need
And with dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save To the game you stay a slave
Rove or wanderer Nomad, vagabond Call me what you will
But I'll take my time anywhere ;Free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll redefine anywhere
Anywhere I roam ,Where I lay my head is home.
~ METALLICA


BULLET FOR LIFE :)