re: Got gifted a Yamaha RD350. EDIT: Restoration completed I was in the office when a thought occurred to me. Its been some time since I have been wanting on visiting Pramod-bhai. I have also kept a watchful eye on his Shogun rebuilding thread. Being a Suzuki fanboy, I was really looking forward to witnessing the "The BOSS" being reinstated to its rightful designation. And please don't get me started on the RD350. Without wasting another second, I PMed Promod-bhai and asked him if it was all right if I'd just swing by and pay him a visit. The reply was a green signal. I could have taken the bus. Or I could have rode all the way. I googled the distance and the results showed something less that 200 kilometers. Then it really got me thinking. Having gone on and on about being a Suzuki fanboy (even on this RD rebuilding thread), it just didn't seem right to arrive in a bullet. Also, I was going to visit a person who along with his friend rebuilt an "RD350". So the next option was my dad's Suzuki Samurai. I am talking about a bike that's 20 years old, and still, to this day, my dad's priced possession.
This post is however, not about the 400km ride, or the Shogun rebuild. This is about something way above that. Patience, I am getting to it. There's going to be a build up and that too, a very long one. So calm down, and read on. Fair warning.
I knew two strokes. I had a Samurai (not an RX, but no less) ever since I remember and an other one when I was in college. I have tried various other two strokes in various conditions and on various places. So, yeah, I knew what it means to follow two strokes. These days, I rarely see any kid who adores a two stroke motorcycle. I arrived at his place. Promod-bhai was waiting for me at the gate. I spent a lot of time talking about various stuffs all of it related to bikes, of course. I also had the chance to go parts hunting for rebuilding the Shogun. Lemme describing the scene there. What I saw was something that could have been compared to that of a Gurukulam. The RD350, the Guru, resting at the corner and two RX135s for disciples, waiting for the master to wake up for their next lessons of enlightenment. Shogun, was not in the car porch with these bikes but in the sit-out separated from this "classroom". I could only smile and think of it as this particular kid, being the problem child in the class, sent out for a mischief he created. I spent half a day taking about various stuffs related to bikes, comparisons. Every passing moment, I realized more and more about the dedication and pain he must have gone to find and arrange for the parts to rebuild something that's so rare or someone on this tread rightfully said, more endangered that the Bengal tiger. It was hour before I left, Pramod-bhai offered me the keys to his RD350.
The bike is certainly bigger than it looked in the wallpapers or the tiny 4" screen of my phone. I ride a bullet and I never had any problem in the managing 180 kg. So I thought how hard could it be? I have tried a ninja 250 too. I was never overwhelmed or found it hard to what some people might call "taming" a ninja 250. So how hard can it be? The surge of confidence was absolute. I mean, this is one of the most cherished and appreciated machine, not just in India but the entire world. I sat over the bike, trying to get familiar with the ergonomics, its class and vintage. There, I knew it, the size, the weight and now the age. Like I said, how hard can it be? I have seen a lot of passionate riders talk to their rides. Some even name them and talk to them like its their better half. Many two stroke bikers have often told me that while you talk to 4 stroke bike, 2 stroke bikes talk to you. I didn't get anything from the RD. Must be a man of few words. How hard can it be? All I had to do was kick start it and find out.
The engine rolled into life with just the first Kick. The sound of the two barrels firing up, the strokes, the vibes, the brutality of it. One thought, just this one thought went through my mind, "what have I gotten myself into"? I felt like a child. I twisted the throttle another degree and the shattering sound of all those horses neighing, ready to leap forward. I thought twice before i let go of the clutch. The machine mindlessly moved on ahead. I entered the road and I could see almost every other person passing by fixing the glances on me. More like, eyes glued on to the machine. Bringing back my attention to the RD, I twisted the throttle, only just about enough to get me moving. Such life, such enthusiasm. All the power under my disposal. Even after all this time, I still don't have a word to describe the feeling. And then the sudden realization, I am riding an RD350. How many people has had that chance, to ride something so precious, so rare.
2nd gear, the bike's still pulling ahead, hard on. The engine grip, the noise, everything was becoming an elation. The pulling ahead was getting stronger and I shifted before the narrow power-band would strike. The traffic was becoming too much to handle. The street was crowded with curious spectators. The power was absolutely unlike anything I had ever felt before. I knew two strokes? Now when I think of it, I feel like I was a 5 year old child who has gotten himself into arm wrestling competition with his mean father. On to the 3rd gear, the bike moves on like a breeze. It just flows ahead, the sound, music. Traffic, stationary objects. The traffic was getting annoyingly high. I managed a fourth gear. The speeds I had attained were really low for the fourth gear but still the engine showed no signs of putting any effort or stress. Smooth sail. The traffic forced me to downshift. I was told that the bike was still running in and I didn't want to overuse the hospitality. And I returned to the porch where Pramod-bhai and his friend was waiting. The adrenalin still pumping. I handed over the bike. I couldn't make my brain to find the right words. My mind was far away somewhere else, thinking about everything that just happened. I looked at it and it appeared like a the fire breathing with its nostrils flared and staring right at me. Such raw power, all that potential, all of it can be harnessed provided if you have the skill. Use the right words and it shows loyalty, make a mistake, just as unforgiving as it can be. The condition I was in, I even forgot to thank or be nice enough to show a sign of gratitude to the person who offered me the keys to his RD350, the very same bike he rebuilt by himself, every inch. I just stood there without knowing what to make of everything that just happened. I just rode an RD350. How many people have? Before leaving, I took one last look at the mighty RD and then it spoke to me. Just a few words. It took 8 hours to travel back all the way to my house and the I kept on reciting the words it spoke to me over and over again like a prayer. "And you thought you knew Two Strokes", it said.
Last edited by msrsooraj : 5th July 2015 at 23:52.
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