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July 15, 2012

a Harley beckons

I had my ‘Boson’ moment sometime late last month. After a nerve jangling journey (on the last row of a multi-axle Volvo Bus) to Hyderabad and after spending considerable time, effort & money, I realized that we were in the middle of a B2B exhibition looking for intending customers who never really showed up. The ‘Bozo’n realization was that it was never intended to be. Like a game of hide-n-seek that sent physicists on the hunt for the elusive (or goddamned as someone called it) particle, we painstakingly discovered  that just about everybody connected with the Business turned up except the one we intended to meet and interact.

A curtailed Business trip but we still had plenty of time on hand the next day for checking out the Harleys at Banjara Hills. The previous evening we went to Himayatnagar which lies in the other end of the town for some shopping & slurping. Going from cybercity where we stayed to the old city is like crossing from Bandra-kurla complex right  into Dharavi. The contrast is quite striking. A Rajasthani dinner at Jharokha with some 50 odd varieties on your plate was  like facing a Uber gun (remember Mask-Stanley Ipkiss played by Jim Carrey showing the thugs what he's packing, which happens to be guns and more guns combined into one gun). The barrage of culinary bits was quite a bit of an assault on my tongue which frankly by the end of the meal was quite as flat as a  bangalore traffic road kill. Dadu’s the next door sweet mart stacks up some really unique sweets and the emotion bites and Badamees variety is a must try.

The Harleys are quite a piece of engineering feat; stocky, neat, and oozing out machismo from whichever angle you look at. For a big bulky machine (at least 30%  bulkier & heavier than Indian motorcycles ) the finishing is great . Hard metal & steel gel beautifully with an engine that appears like a mini grizzly bear crouching under the seat. While I was trying out one of the bikes, neatly stacked in a single row of 4-5 bikes I heard one of the engines coming to life.  Initially I mistook it to a power Generator that might have been switched on in the store backyard (Hyderabad has its share of power woes)  but when the store manager took one of the beasts out of the showroom the misrealization was apparent. 

The price tag has put any ambitions to rest probably pushing to the Bucket-list (a long joy ride if I could manage on a rented out HD some twilight day). Putting out the backdrop studio like pose on FB did though give me the high, the responses made me gush almost in embarrassment.

The road awaits……. sometime in the future and a Harley beckons - to break free. 
Four wheels move the body; two wheels move the soul — Old biker saying

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Four wheels move the body, two wheels move the Soul - old biker saying
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