After coming back from the Goa ride, I planned on staying off the saddle for a few days, but (un) fortunately fate had other plans. I had to go out to run some errands while wearing a heavy camera bag.
Grudgingly, I took my helmet and realised I have the Classic 350 with me, too. As soon as I sat on the Classic’s seat, my nates thanked me. After almost a week’s riding on a narrow, hard seat, I was now perched on one of the most comfortable saddles I have been on. Suddenly, the heat, traffic, fatigue… none of it mattered. In fact, I almost forgot the urgency of the work at hand and rode peacefully through the city.
The engine didn’t mind going slow, and well, I didn’t, either. After a long time, I was enjoying this bubble that the Classic always puts me in. On this bike, my mind is at its quietest, and almost in a meditative trance and the chaos of the urban jungle around us stays out of that bubble.
Of course, I took the long, slow way home in the same peaceful state of mind that the Classic had put me in. After keeping the bag at home, I realised that I forgot to get it washed. Well, another reason for me to step out with the Classic and get showered by complements and awestruck gazes.
