Sometimes, in our lives, we all come to a juncture where we ask ourselves “What is my raison deitre or reason of existence?” Is it our job, family, friends or the pursuit of our dreams and aspirations? While most of us spend a lifetime soul searching for answer to this rather moot question, I was privileged to have not only found an answer at an early stage but also had an opportunity to live it. For me, the answer was the pursuit of my dreams and aspirations. And while these dreams and aspirations may not be one but myriad yet when pursued individually, the experience makes you feel worth being on this planet and living this life. An ordinary guy trying to live an extraordinary life. I've understood that with Bulletiers, biking is a way of life, and I'm hoping to satisfy myself by doing just that and wish the same for all. I've never believed in measuring one's worth by the size of his or her bank account. I prefer to look at the distance traversed. Prices will rise, traffic will get worse, you too will get old, and when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young, petrol was cheap, the highway patrol couldn’t catch you, and riders weren’t all yuppies! I wanna go faster and faster until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.
So called critics/experts have retorts like “men blessed with half a brain or masochists or worse womanizers at the tip of their tongues to define bullet aficionados. But are these informed opinions or just unwanted slandering of an icon of national progress?
Well, all jokes about the venerable bullet are partially rooted in reality. Who else but a person severely handicapped in the brains department would end up with a bike that leaks oil on the very first day, snaps cables on the second, drops off the exhaust pipe on the third, and faithfully takes you to the hospital on the fourth day to get your backbone rearranged. Hhummmm!!!!.......I like that. Despite all these let the bulleteers be informed:
Bulleteers are all male. Bulleteers don’t cry. They make others cry. Bulleteers wear boots, owns a rarely used leather jacket preserved in the closet, visits the gym regularly (may/may not have muscles though), have girlfriend/s and one of his many best friends is the nearest bullet mechanic/spare parts dealer. Bulleteers are mechanically inclined. A bulleteers has a second bike in the garage possibly a good mileage giving one. After all a bulleteers has to go to work/college daily. Bulleteers don’t buy their bikes for mileage, ride comfort, low noise levels, ease of riding, slick gear shifts or any of the other factors lesser beings looks for in their bikes. Most importantly, a bulleteer’s heart works more than his brain.
A bulleteers does never ever rides recklessly coz. He understands “ WITH GREAT POWER GREAT RESPONSIBILITY COMES.” He is courteous at the same time for his fellow being on the road. It is my personal feeling after being associated to a bullet club here in Guwahati that bulleteers are more compassionate, affectionate, courteous, responsible, respectful, and are the best people to hang around learning and sharing experiences of a lifetime.
People sometimes find it difficult to understand why we do, what we do. To them we ask...have you experienced the high when throngs of people rush to wave at you, from the remotest of villages, as you roar by? Have you had policemen flag you down, only to click photographs with you? Have you been chased by elephants, sputtered through freezing glacial rivers and hugged your broken down bike, in the back of a truck? Have you ever whispered sweet nothings, verbally encouraging your bike along an unsurmountable slope? Only then do you understand what Bulleteering is all about!
WE believe in going our own way no matter which way the rest of the world is going. We believe in bucking the system that’s built to smash individuals like bugs in the windshield. Some of us believe in the man upstairs. We believe sticking it to the man down here. We believe in wearing black because it does not show any dirt or weakness. We believe the world is going soft and we are not going along with it. We believe in roadside attractions, gasstations & fast-food and finding out what’s over the next hill. We believe in rumbling engines. we believe life is what we make and we make it one hell of a ride. We believe the machine we sit on can tell the world exactly where we stand and we don’t care what everyone believes………….ROYAL RHINOS
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