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Originally Posted by akshay4587 nice you have the 180V1 best 180 till date and the fastest too |
Yes you're right about the fastest. Post the first generation, Bajaj shortened the gearing. Thus the later P180 models had greater acceleration, but lower top speed.
About the "best", I would certainly like to think so. Other P180 owners might take objection

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Originally Posted by akshay4587 i notice a X sticker?
are u on x forum too? |
Yes, I was very much a part of Xbhp in 2004-2005. Then just sort of fell out. No longer on that forum.
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Originally Posted by PatienceWins It was nice to read about the buying experience. Waiting for the ownership experience.
That is a well maintained bike. Wish you many more miles of joy. |
One ownership experience coming right up! Thank you for the wishes.
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Originally Posted by desigNation predatorwheelz-nice writeup and a beautifully maintained bike,really shows how much you love your ride,but one suggestion,please remove that sticker[aniket] it really looks cheap. |
I'm amazed at how fast one's (my own) priorities change. 3 years ago I was an MBA student, and having your own name inscribed on your own bike (in a hostel full of biker dudes) seemed pretty cool. Now like you, I too think the stickering looks cheap.
Anyway, without further ado:
Part 2 - Initial year (and some) at Kolkata
After getting the bike, PW realized how much of an amateur rider he still was. The first time he got out that evening, he had to take a u-turn by putting his right foot down and using it as a fulcrum! The only solution, he realized, was to ride, and ride, and ride!
So he rode and rode and rode. Rode it to his office, rode it around the city, rode it to his hangout joints with friends. Car driving dropped to a zero in those initial months. PW was fully in love with biking. As he kept riding, he discovered that the bike he initially mistook for a snarling monster was indeed a powerful ally. Master the power, harness the handling and the bike would save you out of almost anything.
PW still vividly remembers an incident where he was returning home late one night. A sweeping turn came up (the place on EM Byepass where one turns from Tangra towards Salt Lake, keeping ITC Sonar Bangla on the left). PW kept the bike on full throttle and sweeeeeeeeeeeped around the turn at 80-90 kmph, briefly taking his left hand off to adjust the left mirror! The bike held its line and completed the turn. Shortly after he straightened, the magnitude of what he had done hit PW. Here was a one month old rider, doing one handed turns like a motoGP champ! That night will always be etched in his memory.
Till then PW was managing with a cheap Chinese helmet the dealer had thrown in for free at the time of purchase. Fortunately, within 2 months of buying the bike, an accident happened that tought PW never to be overconfident, as well as the benefits of a helmet. One afternoon, while making one such sweeping turn in Salt Lake (with a good friend riding pillion), an errant Cycle Rickshaw cut across his path. PW lost balance and got thrown to the left, while the bike slid out and away from under him. When he got up, his shirt had torn away from his left arm, left elbow was bleeding, and his helmet had a deep gash on the left side. His friend was bleeding from the elbow and a mild cut on his head. The 2 boys lifted the bike (which had suffered a broken mirror and footpeg). Imagine their delight when it started with the first press of the starter! They went home, cleaned up and took the bike for repairs. The mirror came for 150, and the footpeg for 400 odd.
Incidentally, the gash on PW's helmet was 4-5 cms long and almost 2 cms deep, exposing the inner material. When PW saw the gash, he realized what would have happened if he had not worn the helmet. The next day, he dumped the old lid and went and bought a Studds Ninja. He's never ridden without a helmet EVER, even if it was a short ride to the neighbourhood store.
So the year went on. By September 2004, PW was a careful rider who still rode decently fast. At this time (just the way he would discover Tbhp 5 yrs later) he discovered an online forum called Xbhp while browsing the net. His interest was hooked. PW signed up for Xbhp and attended a few meets. It was a group of youngsters (PW, at 23, was one of the older members), remarkably knowledgeable and disciplined. He remembers the group always rode in pairs, and rash overtaking/speeding were looked down upon sternly. They sometimes assembled in small groups at the bylanes of Rajarhat expressway. PW also fondly remembers a member called Jay (where are you, buddy?) who one day separately taught him to do wheelies!
Anyway, the bike held up remarkably well in the first year. Except for that first accident's repairs, PW never had to incur any costs other than engine oil and regular servicing.
There were 2 routes which PW frequented. One was a weekly trip to Chandernagore, a suburb 48 kms outside Kolkata through the crowded GT road. Done atleast 20 times without a single mishap. The other was an early morning trip to MBA tuitions, thrice a week to Park Street. The distance of 14 kms used to be traversed in 15 mins flat, every day

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And so it came to be, that by the end of the first year of ownership, Purple Haze had 7500 kms on the odo. PW had secured admission into Goa Institute of Management. Goa beckoned both rider and steed.
Part 3 - Golden Goa
June 2005, PW moved into the hostel building at GIM. Barely a month later, his dad chose Gati couriers to send across the bike. What a mistake! Initially Gati had promised door to door delivery. When the bike reached Goa, they called him and said they couldnt arrange delivery to GIM and he would have to come personally and collect the bike. So PW hitched a ride from Ribandar to New Hospital building.
When they took off the packing, PW's heart sank. Both front indicators were broken. One mirror was broken. The bike had definitely been parked on the side stand with something heavy on it, as the metal of the side stand mount itself had bent permanently. When he confronted them, Gati people unashamedly admitted their mistake. They said "You get the repairs done sir, and bring the bill to us". PW stormed out of the office, never to trust Gati again.
After getting repairs done, PW's first priority was to find a good mechanic. There were a batch of street mechanics on 18th June road, but all of them seemed wannabe spanner twirlers rather than experts. He searched and searched. Finally he asked a Goan batchmate, where he took his Honda Activa for repairs. "There's a guy at the "Scooter Care Centre" (name of the shop) dude, senior chap. Works only on scooters though. PW went off in search of this person. Stood at a distance and watched the guy take apart a Bajaj Chetak engine, work on it intently for almost an hour, and then put it back together with the concentration of a monk. When the scooter fired on the first kick and idled like new, PW knew he had his man!
It took a bit of convincing from PW's side, but ultimately he agreed. For the next 2 years, this senior mechanic at SCC (who'se name unfortunately eludes PW now) was to work only on 2 bikes - PW's Purple Haze and a close friend's RX135.
And boy, did Purple Haze blossom in Goa. Needless to say, the state is a bikers' paradise. PW very soon formed a group of 5 friends - 3 guys and 2 girls. The guys all had bikes - One guy from Bangalore with a P180 (old model), one guy from Delhi (RX 135 5 speed with a modified exhaust that liberated extra power) and PW with PH. There couldnt have been a single inch of Goa that the 5 friends didnt explore. Talk about planning 80 km trips to Pallolem at the drop of a hat, exploring quaint villages and unheard of beaches in South Goa, going for industry visits to Verna industrial estate, touring North Goa, the group did it all.
What was most memorable for PW was the fact that not once, in 2 years, did Purple Haze ever give up on him. The other 2 bikes in the group were prone to occassional breakdowns (especially the RX135), and on every occassion Purple haze played Salvage vehicle. Much of this reliability was attributed to the precision work done by the SCC mech. Some part was also due to PW's own meticulous attention to detail. Every weekend the bike would be cleaned, every fortnight polished, chain tolerances checked and oiled. Every month the bike would make one mandatory visit to the mech, just in case. Bhpian Altohoncho, PW's batchmate at GIM, may offer his own views on the subject.
Another remarkable thing about Purple haze was that it never fell pray to long stagnation periods. PW would go home for inordinately long periods in term breaks, and upon his return, every time Purple Haze would start up in one kick. People say its got to do with good maintainence. PW feels it also has to do with a spiritual connection.
There was one routine PW and his RX owning friend took a lot of pleasure in. There's a 2 km long causeway beside the river Mandovi, which connects old Goa to Panjim. This road is absolutely straight and pretty devoid of traffic post 2 at night. Every night when the 2 buddies were coming back to the hostel from some or the other escapade, they would look at each other, wink through their helmets, then whack the throttle open and speed up side by side. The roar of the 2 bikes - the RX's banshee scream drowning out the Pulsars muted growl - the sensation of speed as the road markers went blurring past, the feel of the horizon looming up on you - was heaven. By the end of the first km, both bikes would have been rolling at their top speeds. Every time, and the 2 friends can swear by it, the RX touched a speedo indicated 130 kmph and Purple haze a speedo indicated 135. Immediately upon the end of the straight, the road would bank sharply to the left. The 2 friends would decelerate, take the turn in synchronisation and come back to normal life. This happened many times.
I can picture hundreds of you descending upon the 2 friends, calling them speeding idiots, irresponsible and what not. Yes, they were irresponsible in those 5 mintues, didnt care about the rest of the world in those 5 minutes. But like a certain Mr Burt Munro many years ago, they too lived more in those 5 mins than they ever would ever live in a lifetime

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Anyway, all good things must come to an end. By mid 2007, PW had been placed, and it was time to leave Goa. Bikes dont shed tears. If they did, Purple Haze would have definitely cried when she was boarded on a train from Margao for the long ride home. She had 18000 kms on the odo, and (trust me)
still nothing had changed except for repairs necessitated in regular servicing.
The remaining parts tomorrow. Watch this space.
Edit: Just wanted to add. The pic in the first post is Purple Haze in Mid 2007, taken near a Church atop a hillock en route to Old Goa. This was shortly before we left Goa.