The Road Never Gets Old→
Some journeys are measured in kilometres. Others stay with you long after the engine is switched off.
Motorcycling and long rides have always been an essential part of my life. For me, riding has never been just a way to commute or get from one point to another; there is a distinct mental clarity discovered when the road unfolds ahead and the rhythm of the journey takes over.
That story is closely bound to two motorcycles in my garage, both named with affection after Sholay.

My Royal Enfield Bullet and my very first motorcycle. A long-standing companion across countless journeys, oil leaks, mechanical adventures, and the accumulated memories of approaching 25 years of ownership in September 2027.

My Royal Enfield Interceptor 650, named after the other famous steed in Sholay. My speed monster of an entirely different character, redefining the thrill, the pace, and the excitement of my highway rides.
Between Basanthi’s enduring mechanical soul and Dhanno’s eager road pace, this section is where I chronicle the rides, routes, places, and experiences that remind me that not everything worth discovering can be found behind a screen.
Some journeys are measured in kilometres. Others stay with you long after the engine is switched off.