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I just woke up, was having tea on one hand and a newspaper on the other, sitting idly glancing. It was a quiet morning and soon my ears sensed a familiar sound coming from a distance. It drew near slowly and it was the unmistakable music of a cruising bike breaking the silence. I raised my head and looked out and saw a beat passing by slowly, with the rider looking all around as if he had no care in the world. The sound slowly thinned out, yet it remained the only sound. It was the enigmatic RX 100..leaving you mesmerized with its music note..
While I was in 6th standard, I first recognized the RX 100 which my cousin brought home. I was cast in its spell..a gleaming blue RX 100 with a seductive note. I kept admiring it like a baby in candy shop. I told my parents that when I grow up I want an RX. But Papa said no because elders saw Rx as a wild beast. I drooled at my cousin’s RX in the following years. He kept it dust free and shining every time. I dreamed and dreamed.. By the time my elder brother turned 18, he requested dad that he be given an RX. But Papa said no again and instead gave brother a CD 100 (fill it shut it forget it..true, you forget CD 100 or any other bikes because there’s no emotional attachment..it’s just an instrument for going from point A to point B). But RX was something else..the sheer passion associated with RX is unexplainable and it was like your body extension. My brother used CD 100 for 1 year, but he didn’t care for it, it was like a junk material at the end of the year and finally, dad was forced to buy a Black RX 100 for brother in 1995.
Soon, we had our own RX. I took it on my own to brush up and wash RX everyday to keep it shining, where you can see your face on the chromes. I learned to ride it after many mis-starts. The beast didn’t like me tending it carefully. Soon I was enjoying the rides along with my brother and we used to quarrel for riding more. But everything good things must come to an end and one day, after his engineering, brother went to Chennai and he took his RX along and I was left hanging. The worse was yet to come with Yamaha stopping production of Rx 100 in 1996 and I had to wait for 1 more year to obtain my driving license.
In Chennai, the beast went thro extremes. Brother never cared much for the bike, the paint started wearing out, the chromes got bit rusty, bike got dusty, he didn’t check the oil..still the Rx baby kept going on and on and on..in 1997, I got my license and requested dad for my bike..specifically an used RX 100. dad was against RX this time also but I forced him so much and finally got an 1987 model RX which was recently redone with spanking metallic blue paint..i just couldn’t wait to lay my hands on this baby and my journeys started. I just kept my baby in showroom condition and loves the envious glances of the passersby..
In 1999, my brother took a new car and he gave me his old RX and told that it should never be sold. Now I was in confusion as to keep both or sell my RX. Finally I decided to sell my blue RX (though with much disappointment, as my financier (dad) ordered me to do so. I really didn’t feel like parting with it). When my brother’s bike arrived, it was in a sorry state, not even a drop of oil, seats were torn, indicators bend..i almost cried seeing it, but the baby sounded awesome. Dad understood me and told that he would get it reconditioned by Yamaha service and the black Rx was off for some treatment. Everything was redone (but not the engine) and repainted to Maroon and it was out in 2 weeks time, looking brand new..
In-between I had purchased a Pulsar DTSi in 2006 and over the 2.5 years, it has run only 2500 kms. I’m thinking about selling off my pulsar now. There’s no life in riding it. Its just a 2-wheeler to go from one point to another.
The journey in my RX still continues and whenever brother visits us in Kerala, we go for long rides..the baby returns a mileage of around 45 km/ litre. On weekends, I would take it out and wander all along the town and country sides just for the pleasure of riding it..I love the exhaust note so much, especially when going downhill or climbing steeply in 4th gear or cruising along the free roads. Godddd…that;s the most satisfying sound that a guy would ever hear. While you are crusing in 4th, just try slowing down, shift the gear to 3rd and raise the accelerator, listen to the sound and the adrenaline rushing all way up your body.. Does the new age DTSi’s or new age technological junks give such pleasure? where’s the fun in really experiencing what riding is all about? All the new gen bikes sound same in traffic and you instantly turn head when the royal exhaust of an RX comes by..
“Class is Permanent’’. Class for RX 100 is forever. It’s in a class of its own, no matter what the competitors bring in. for those who say ’’Definitely Male’’, let them ride a RX 100 and say it. It is the SHEER PASSION that makes Yamaha RX 100 riding different and you get so involved in the riding. It’s not like riding for a destination. I just savor every moment of my journey in it and would never eversell my RX. Once Yamaha made ads like “A Man and his Passion”.. It’s just true..and “listen to he heart beat of Yamaha”.
As I write these, I could hear the distant familiar sound of a beast again gaining on me..