re: My Pre-Worshipped Honda CBR250R. EDIT: Now Sold A detailed report of today's ride: It takes one good motorcycle to make you ride till you die, and one wrong motorcycle to push you into mediocrity of comfort, shade and 4 wheels
I was always fond of motorcycles and munching miles on them. While I was in my college, motorycle was my primary mode of transportation, like any other middle-class college going leech that put up impractical himalayan(not the bike lol)demands on his dad.
I had kind parents who bought me some forgettable bikes (Bullet 350), some bum shattering bikes (Pulsar 200 NS, which I bought with my money, hence the value for money crap spoilt my choice to a bajaj) and some really comfortable bikes with bullet proof engines (Karizma R, Karizma ZMR)
So, long story short, I rode to my hometown from Chennai (320km) 2 times a month on my karizmas. I loved it, every bit of it.
Enter 2013, I bought the Pulsar 200NS, purely because of its terrific BHP/lakh ratio. I did NOT enjoy riding it on distances that were longer than my legs ( not really, above 100 km perhaps)
It was like Bharnab Baswami and Gabul Boondhi interview. I was Bharnab and the 200 NS used to be Gabul.
I begged and pleaded "Why cant you be comfortable?"
It replied everytime "24 BHP bro, I just did 0-100 within 9 seconds" I again asked "Please be specific, my bottom's screaming for relief, why cant you be comfortable"
It again replied "I have 24 BHP, and I have 3 sparkplugs, and give you 40 kmpl"
By the time I realised Gabul and Pulsar 200 NS were not to be blamed for their replies, heck, they were made so. It was not their mistake. I had the 200 NS posted on olx, and it went within 3 days.
The odo embarrassingly read 9000 km in 3 years, while all my past bikes were 40000 km run in the same period.
It was that one wrong motorcycle, I forgot long rides, and even started to take my car for small chores like going to my backyard to water the garden (or to be factual,- to the near by shops).
I eventually bought the CBR250R, and all this useless introduction, history and stupidity have been presented to you at the start of this thread.
But then why am I writing this instead of eating hot biriyani and jamuns in a pleasant cold sunday evening? Just to explain how one wrong motorcycle made me almost sell of one properly suitable motorcycle.
read on...
Last edited by PrasannaDhana : 27th November 2016 at 19:57.
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