The first ten miles back to the hotel, were SWEET. I had a mile wide grin plastered over my face for the whole journey. My cheeks didn't hurt even after having that grin plastered over my face for ten miles. The initial turn-in seemed a bit laborious, from the Pulsar's sporty stance - which's what I was used to. After the first couple of turns trying to figure if I was on the right street, the rest of the time was spent, cruising, being stared at. (Helped that I'd dressed as a propah "biker" - leather n denims). Cruising on the hog with a full lane for me, hogging the attention of folks around me, in cages - was sweet. The cool Pacific Ocean draft set it out to be the perfect ride. (That the draft might be a bit too cool, I found out later).

This week, a few fellow bikers and I underwent a “Safe Riding Workshop” (post coming up soon) – conducted by a few chaps from Hero Honda. This gave a few of the chance to sample some Hero Honda bikes which we hadn’t till then – for various reasons. Some of them also lead to some [...]