Two guys, yes, two guys among a thronging crowd at a market street. This is a post about them. Just two guys. Both men are here to the market street. They have no connections or contacts with the place and neither of them are even acquaintances to each other. Clad in a dirty looking brown jean, with a larger frame, he parked his ride (which looked tidier than him) under the tree and was removing his gloves. While the other, was revving hard and trying to make heads turn with the noise from the free flow. He looked neatly dressed, with all bling-bling stuff hanging all over his body. In fact, he owned a premium ride that would cost our other rider a fortune to buy one. After burning almost a great deal of fuel from the gas-guzzler, he managed to park his ride after few girlie rides made their way into the market. But, he never got down from his ride and did not remove his gear. He was flaunting his accessories and trying to speak in an accent foreign to the market atmosphere. He was the centre of attraction and was the reason for drools, giggles, gossips and sometimes awe-struck passers by. Girls walking around were taking a look at this new guy in town and few even wished if they could go for a ride on the stunning beauty on which he was seated. They were literally drooling over the ride.
On the other side of the road under the tree, the other guy was laughing to himself and at the same time couldn't resist admiring the premium ride. The premium ride, he knew every single component of it but he knew he can't afford one for now and was happy with the tourer he had in his possession.
There was some issue with the idling and that is why he had stopped the ride under the tree to rectify the issue and get going. But, little did he know that he would come across such an entertainer or say, a clown in this market who would make him laugh so much that he almost forgot the reason why he stopped there for. His dirty jean however, was in perfect sync with his ride which had the aggression needed for a young male of his age. He found the weather a little hot and he removed his jacket and placed it on the rear seat of his ride. He was now clad in a jean and a tee that showcased the tattoo on his left arm. He decided to get to work and brought the took kit to mend the idling and carb setting. While he was working with it, many mistook him to be the mechanic but his build was raising a doubt about the authenticity of the same. He looked like a typical biker wandering on the endless roads, touring limitless highways and went in tune with the aggression his ride possessed.
There was some issue with the idling and that is why he had stopped the ride under the tree to rectify the issue and get going. But, little did he know that he would come across such an entertainer or say, a clown in this market who would make him laugh so much that he almost forgot the reason why he stopped there for. His dirty jean however, was in perfect sync with his ride which had the aggression needed for a young male of his age. He found the weather a little hot and he removed his jacket and placed it on the rear seat of his ride. He was now clad in a jean and a tee that showcased the tattoo on his left arm. He decided to get to work and brought the took kit to mend the idling and carb setting. While he was working with it, many mistook him to be the mechanic but his build was raising a doubt about the authenticity of the same. He looked like a typical biker wandering on the endless roads, touring limitless highways and went in tune with the aggression his ride possessed.
The girlie rides parked there had a bunch of riders and these girls were safely tucked inside a showroom and were watching both these men from safe distance. For these girls, the guy with the premium ride was very much attractive whereas they termed the biker guy as trash. The only thing that was attractive with this trash guy was his build. He was perfect with cuts at the right places and his frame was certainly the ones that girls prefer. But, The bling-bling stuff with this rather skinny guy on the other side was adding to the seduction for these girls. The spanner and other tools that the other guy was handling meant nothing to these girls and they did not bother to look at him anymore. Minutes later, the girls had decided to get closer to their rides and see if either of them could tag the premium ride with them to a coffee shop.
By now, the idling was perfected and everything else on the ride was perfect as ever. Putting the tool kit in the utility storage, he began to strap his gear as he was ready to cover the remaining leg of his tour. The clown on the other side saw the girls approach and also saw this guy ready to start. As there was only one lane in and out of the market are, he started his premium ride and revved hard so that the girls would be more attracted. He put his bike on gear and was ready to street race with the other guy who was calm in his strapping and had just hit the ignition button to start his ride. When he was ready for the tour, the clown suddenly screeches his tyres and makes a stunt-like U-turn. He wore no helmet and had nothing worthy for being a true biker. The cruiser slowly managed to take a U-turn and at this point, the girls were about to start and it looked like these men were about to battle it out for the girls.
It was the biker who decided to start and as he moved his ride, there was a loud roar of the premium ride and he could see the clown gaining pace in the rear view mirrors. The girls were following and at a safe distance partly in order to not be detected and partly due to the reason that their rides were lame puny rides with the mill size of a wet-grinder. Good for them though. These two rides that were making their way out of the market found it challenging to dodge the crowd with their beast machines and stay on the so called clown's race. The clown had almost reached the tail of the other ride and suddenly swerved off course and crashed into a shop making a loud noise. The other guy stopped, parked his ride and called the ambulance service from the check list he had. The check list consisted of the emergency helpline numbers of the states he would be touring and many more details for a biker to possess. The premium ride, now, was mere trash of broken cowls and the clown was a mere piece of broken bones. The girls, shocked to see him crash proceeded home without paying heed to what had happened. The biker assembled as much as he could of the crashed bike's remains and arranged for transporting the ride to the clown's residence. Once the ambulance arrived, the biker decided it was safe to leave the clown and carry on with his touring.
In the end, it doesn't matter who owns or rides whatever. It all comes to sane and safe riding and quick presence of mind that is the identity of a true biker. I am a true biker. Are you?...
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