Angie turned one month old today.
As if its not silly enough for me to remember my bike's tender age, I actually went out and bought a couple of pals some egg-puffs....ugh, this is one of those things that I will eternally remain ashamed to reminisce upon.

As much as having your own bike rocks, there are things associated with it by which you can feel pretty hard done by.
Like....at the petrol bunk, you're waiting in the queue to get her all refuelled ,when at the back of your head there's this void of sadness.
It being a void, you think like crazy to figure out reasons for its existence and as to why it is sad.
The bike's now refuelled and ordinarily, with the thirty bucks you got back as change you'd scoot to the nearest Sweet Chariot and treat yourself to a whole cup of Strawberry Mousse and revel four inches above the ground enroute to the bottom of the cup.
But now, feeling bitter to the bone about all the petrol price bitching, you decide to tuck into a SLV idli vade sambar, some kaapi and a pim-pom...saving the rest for more pim-poms.
Eureka, the void is a direct consequence of a loss of goodness quotient!

On a less cerebral level too, there are things I miss from the pre-Angie era.
Dad's scooter, Ram Shakal (lol) springs to mind.
Sitting behind Gau in pure awe of those dozens of high-speed manouvers, sharing rock gyan and other Thoreau-ridden rants thats possible only sitting pillion with Hem and of course the hilarious early-morning shower of expletives on fellow-trafficers that Adi professed in will all be sorely missed.
So will the daily stop with Adi at the pan-shop before college...where the power of my abstinence from ciggies was put to test!
I'm glad I came through it...although I'll miss the fag-ridden jokes!
The one thing I won't miss though is the silliness I had to contend with of popping Chlormint even after only he'd done all the faggin'!

Anyway, I just thought I'll put a nice friendly message across to all of those who've been there for me helping me spacetruck my way through life so far, for keeping me moving!
(my blog, my sap....shove it)
Thanks for all the phish, magas!