I still remember the first time I got to know what a motorbike is. I was playing cricket when the ball landed near an amazingly heavy looking vehicle. It was red, charming with high handlebars, bright red tank, single seats, with springs underneath, the mudflaps. I climbed on the rider's seat and felt awesome just like some kind some royal. I told the rider that he had an amazing bike, he smiled and replied "it's not just a bike, it's a Bullet".If you own a bullet, you are not a 'real bullet owner' unless you have not lived such mind-blowing moments with your bullet.
You spend more money on your bullet in a month than on buying gifts for your wife/girlfriend. At least one of them gets satisfaction.
By owning a bullet, you don't only maintain it properly, but also runs the household expenses of your mechanic. No one on earth seems more dear than the mechanic when your bike demands repair every other week.
It may be while taking off the main stand or negotiating a U-turn or because the brakes failed. Thankfully, the bike repairing bill was less than your medical bill.
It may be due to any reason. Luckily, a fellow bullet helped you out and that day became memorable for your.
Decompressing the engine and kickstarting it, it may look you simple. Well, go ahead and give it a try, you will end up injuring your ankle. The rider amazes you by starting it instantly, that's because it's 'his' bike and only he can start it.
Brakes are terrible and those drum brakes are not designed for high speeds. So, you better cruise and enjoy the ride.
The old engine, of course, enjoys leaking oil most of which ends up staining rider's jeans. Next time you see a rider with his jeans stained in oil, greet him with a respect he might be a bullet owner.
It's for style and status. You do a mental calculation before embarking on any journey and if in case that calculation slips you get an opportunity to keep in physical shape.