I guess the easiest way to go from uncool to cool is to go buy a motorbike and stride it. And if its a Royal Enfield Bullet then you rule the roads. So there are some morons who take this easy way out without learning the responsibility that comes with driving such a royal beast. Thus they end up giving a bad name to the clan.
I came across one such moron, who I guess thought that striding a Bullet would make him an unaccountable lord of the street. In my opinion he was an arrogant menace on the road (who is yet to know how to keep the machine running in bad traffic). Why do I think so? Well, I am waiting at this traffic light when this guy on a Bullet cuts across from left and stops right in front of me because I try to maintain a safe distance between the other vehicle in front. With shades (which I'm sure he must have bought at a flea market sale) and iPod earphones minus the helmet, he was looking every inch a guy the road could do without. And just as the signal turns green, his bike stalls (no fault of the Bullet). Instead of giving me the way by pulling to the left kerb, he tries to start his bike and fails while still standing between my way and the signal. After a full 30-second wait, with the vehicles behind me blaring their horns, when I try to alert him of the outside world by giving a friendly toot, he turns around to give me a glare that almost melts those flea market shades. Nutcase. Just before I think he's gonna get into a road-rage tirade, with almost perfect timing, heaven comes to my rescue and his machine starts and off he goes. Mr. Wiseguy now cuts across two entire right lanes to go straight leaving me stranded at the red-light for the next 180 or so seconds. Some traffic sense this.
I've got no axe to grind with the Bullet lovers. My good friend is a member of Bullet Riders club and I hope to belong to this exclusive club one day. But if you are a Bulleteer just make sure that you kick this guy out of your clan. You don't need such black sheep in your fold.
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