Thank you guys. I am home. Finally! I was actually not prepared for this. MY expression now is similar to what one sees in beauty pageants. I had prepared another set of draft responses to the questions in case my request was rejected. So was not prepared for this introduction.
So let us start my story in a Military hospital in Barmer, Rajasthan circa December 1985. Or is it too early in the flashback??
Lets move on to Dalhousie, Himachal Pradesh circa 1990. The life at Air force base was fun. Especially the commute to the first grade class all they way downhill. Summer travel in a Swaraj Mazda. The winters were the most fun. You get to chose between chain clad Jongas and Shaktimaans jingling away their footwear, crushing the glass sheet of ice on the road. Only occasionally did the MG410 soft top gypsy rear its head and by god did I love it. Another automotive memory was far away from the road in fact in the tunnels being built for Bhakra Nangal project. In the darkness of the tunnel two eyes glow and run snorting at me and scare the living daylights out of me. Turned out to be an excavator. Was too scared to even notice what it was clearly.
Every summer holiday, travel down to native place in Kerala would be fun because they would bring gifts from Doctor uncle as GI Joe figurines and Jeeps and tanks. Good memories those.
1992, Dad gets transferred to Air Force Station Sulur near Coimbatore and we move to my Native place in Palakkad Kerala. Househunting leads dad to a house 10 feet away from NH47. What else would I need? Sitting atop the gate and observing cars, guessing the cars from a distance based on their sound would be the main timepass that I would indulge in. (Thank god the cars of that period did make some noise.) This fascination of mine would be supplemented by my uncle with his subscription of Indian Auto and Auto India. One fine Christmas vacation a gift I got would blow me away. A September 1992 edition of Automobile Magazine. It featured my all time favourite car, The McLaren F1 concept. (The 550 Bhp concept with the mirrors in the A pillar and not the production version with the mirrors on the door). I keep that magazine till date. The image of Rockstar lookalike Gordon Murray made me decide that I had to become an engineer.
Much before high school my cousin and engineering student would explain two stroke, Four stroke, CVT mechanism and a whole lot more. I wish I could call him the cool cousin, but his boring Splendor was nowhere cool when compared to my other cousins RX 100. These two were my first riding experiences and as time went by cousins kept adding CBZ, Pulsar. Coming from my dads 1984 Bajaj Super, boy did I enjoy these steeds. As luck would have it, I got into the most prestigious Engineering college in Kerala into mechanical engineering. College of Engineering and its Mechanical engineering lab was another dreamy place to be in. A radial Engine, A Rolls Royce V8 were the ultimate eye candy to anyone in these lab and a wet dream for geeks like me. Hours of Warcraft III, Counterstrike and Age Of Empires later, i did manage to get placed into Larsen & Toubro Limited.
12 Hour work days for years and my time on the likes of RTR, R15 etc made me long for a ride much like the RX 100 of the yesteryears and then the Duke happened. 2 weeks to complete 4 years of ownership, this little one still brings cheers to my face. If my will went, I would keep writing more and more on my love for automobiles, but I guess I would have bored you guys enough.
Real sorry for the ultra long post, I have to earnestly thank you for letting me into this forum. Hoping to have a fun time interacting with you guys.
Cheers
Rohit |