The Theory of Motor cycles, as I have known...........

It might seem abnormally strange for a person of Academics being an active motorbike enthusiast or rider. There would be long sadomasochistic gaze from students and other Professor colleagues when I entered the college on my Yamaha Fzs, while revving the tiny 150cc life out of it but with all the strength the 150cc heart could pump it failed to produce that roaring sound of a cruiser. But nonetheless the Yamaha FZS had sporting genes in its looks and that was appealing enough. It was also a paragon of ride and handling. I never hesitated to ride the bike and letting my car take a nap in my garage. Ever since the invention of fire and wheel changed the magnitude and scope of the human race and made humans settle in colonies which eventually turned into towns and cities, there was no invention that could reunite humans with the life of adventure he had long left behind. Layers and layers of domesticity woven around us by the unifying mechanical civilization was robbing us of our individual spark of adventure. Now that chain was shattered by the genius assembly of the Internal combustion engine to the humble and tamed bicycle. It changed the momentum of passive living. Riding the motorbike gave a sense of being exposed to the elements, it lacked the safety of cars but the real taste of life could be cherished when it is at its precipice. For me to ride a bike is to travel through various dimensions. You might start on a warm sunny day, a few miles down the road torrential rain comes lashing down and suddenly you are in a different world, which need completely different driving skills to survive.

That's what used to be my Yamaha Fzs.