After signing off for the workweeks on Friday @ 7.00 PM, checked with friends about the earlier planned dinner and he showed “thumbs down”. Quickly went to the “Plan B”, called up school mate who recently returned from US and was planning to throw a party today, was informed that its scheduled for “Saturday night”. As I was thinking of “Plan C”, some images flashed thru and decided to trash “Plan C” and called up home and told will be home soon for dinner.
With background images going on in mind, heart very light after a great day @ work came to parking lot after bidding bye to everyone still in office. Looked at my “majestic” Royal Enfield parked with no vehicle around. Gracefully got on to the bullet and an aura of proud feeling engraved me when I started Bullet in single kick.
With back erect and chest up, enjoying the ride, with in few kilometers (kms) joined everyone (heading to explore what is in store for the evening) in traffic jam, soon without my notice, straight back has leaned and driving focus took over the pride I was feeling. Quite moments in my journey ensured that my bullet sound is audible to me, and the pride, chest up and back straight automatically came back.
This Jugalbandi (duet) in my drive continued till I reached Ashok Nagar X roads and waiting for signal to clear with my bike positioned in middle of the road. Suddenly Bullet stopped. For a second, the pride and chest up were all gone for a toss as the signal had to turn green the moment my bike stopped, and with all the most patient drivers behind me, added to the situation.
As you can guess the next sequence in a thriller movie of a known director, in this situation also I tried starting my bike and that effort was in vain. Gained much needed composure and stood stand still and hinted people behind me to move on, they obliged and slowly took the Bullet to the side.
- 8:50 PM :- Restarted to try starting the bullet quickly & head out to enjoy the remaining Friday.
- 8:55 PM :- Little tired with my efforts, regained composure and retried again, this continued for next 10 mins.
- 9:05 PM :- Feeling ashamed of standing on the road side with everyone going past me, especially with the traffic accumulating when the signal was “Red”.
- As a seasoned project manager, with every break, started to think of all my alternate options for the night and just piling up all the best solutions in mind.
- 9:10 PM :- Couldn’t take it anymore, walked to the nearest grocery store and took a “fruit juice bottle” and gulped entirely assuming that this energy should give me enough energy to start the bullet.
- 9:15 PM :- understood that the drink was of no use before the Royal Enfield kick start
- 9:20 PM :- went inside the store again and asked for some water, all this time, the store keeper was watching my efforts and offered to try to help me, he is completely novice to Bullet. His first kick on Bullet (thinking he can do it easily) backfired fully and he silently accepted the fact, its not his cup of tea
- 9:23 PM :- Ran out of options, starting to check the validity of my alternate options. Called a friend who is passionate of Bullet, he advised me to kick some B***T (hey I mean Bullet) with petrol knob switched of as it can be a situation of over flow.
- While doing this, during my break, tried to reach my friend who stays close to Ashok Nagar X roads and told the possibility of parking my vehicle at his place and going home by auto.
- All this while, was waiting and watching for any “bullet” sound, so that I can request the Bullet user for some help. As in any story, those bullets were going on the other side of the road and I do not reach them.
- 9:33 PM :- after all the efforts of mine, my “I can do” feeling is taking over by “HE can do” and I left it to HIS hands with simple request, “please take care of this situation”.
- 9:40 PM :- continued all my efforts to start the Bullet and nothing worked.
- 9:42 PM :- heard a sound of the bullet passing by from my side, shouted for them, luckily that guy looked back, and I could ask for help.
- He was very graceful and offered to help
- Tried starting my Bullet, nothing worked, checked “Spark Plug”, cleaned, and still nothing worked.
- With little diagnosis he found that the battery might be the culprit.
- He quickly swapped the battery of my bullet with his.
- Thats it, my bullet got all the POWER, in single kick it started. “da da da da da da ……….” YYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAHHOO
- He inquired where I live and found that he stays a miles away from my home
- With gentle voice he asked me to use the battery to reach home and return the battery tomorrow, also showed that his bulled does not require battery to start (first feeling of ‘damn my bullet’).
- 10:20 PM :- My bullet was ready firing up all cylinders, and I was all set to get to home ASAP without any delay.
- As always “HE ensures we remember HIM”, in the entire process I have spoiled the “lock” of the battery casing and it was hanging with battery ready to fall anytime
- My entire ride, I had to focus on bike going smoothly and also ensure that the battery casing tight to keep the battery still 🙂
- 10:35 PM :- Reached home
The primary purpose of this post was not just to explain the pain I have gone thru and how it all turned with HIS presence, but to recognize the gentleman and good samaritan living around us. My humble thanks to Mr. Prabhakar, a “Royal Enfield Hearted” person who firstly extended his support in helping start my bullet and did not think twice giving his battery to a total stranger like me @ 10:30 PM night, with just exchange of mobile number. My feeling and respect for “TRUST” has increased multifolded
Hats off to all “Royal Enfield Hearted” people who come across in our lives and make difference