Biking as in physical ‘bicycling’ has been my
passion for many long years.
My biking
escapades have been worth-publishing since I learnt biking at the tender age of
4. These chronicles range from my bother wildly chasing after me during my
first ride, to my many a ‘haunted’ house explorations and me often falling into
a variety of flora, fauna (sometimes neither of them being present to ‘pin- cushion’
my fall).
Cycling has been ever present in my life and I have
always loved to cycle. Cycling to school, to mum’s university, to plays, supermarkets, games; Cycling past the many lakes of Lake district, England’s castles, ancient
rivers, age-old colleges of Cambridge and antique architecture of many a
country; to new age bridges of San Francisco, London and Glasgow, modern
skyscrapers of Boston, London, Delhi, and the latest laboratories of Cambridge
and MIT- I have done it all! I have plenty of scars (trophies!) to vouch for
and remind me of my very many bicycle escapades. However, as these start to
fade I discover a new form of biking- Motor
biking (much to my excitement and my parents’ lack of…)
Rarely have I have ever ridden a motor bike before;
and on every one of those rides I have had some sort of supervision (May it be
the pillion riding parent or the watchful eye of an overprotective sibling).
Today was the first day I discovered the sights of my town on my own. This
serendipity happened to happen when mother behest me the responsibility of
going grocery shopping. I was given the keys to the bike and with the key came
the long well-rehearsed speech of "take care while riding". After reassuring my mother that I shall be
alright and not bump into some poor bloke I reared up the bike and set off on
my chore.
Well, who knew that this chore was to lead me to my new found
passion- biking?
I had had a long day and mom knew this trip would
help me unwind (and was she right!). Feeling the wind gush past me, whipping
through my hair, tousling it about here and there as it pleased as I whip past
the traffic; forgetting and leaving everything behind me in my wake filled me
with so much zeal and enthusiasm for life that I have become captivated the act
of biking.
It is so very different from cycling! Cycling is
definitely better for one’s health and helps de-stress in its own
enchanting way. However, for one who loves speed, design and the working of a
motor- biking is addictive. In the past few days I have learnt tonnes about the
bike motor and a bike's functioning. After I finish my IB I am totally
apprenticing at a mechanic shop!
Physics + wind +speed + peace = my new found haven! Who
knew biking could be such an entrancing sport? Well, surely not me!
Looking forward to biking more often…
The
‘newest’ biker in town,
Srishti
Biking with my fearsome Mountain bike
Bicycling in Cambridge (Notice the Cute Basket attached to the BMX )
