This blog is my personal experience with a biker. Well, you can’t call it personal, as I was the
one eavesdropping on his conversations and felt like it should be known to
everyone. Sorry, can’t share the name of
the place and the person about whom I am talking. Let me ask you first, what is
the first thing comes to your mind when I
say I want to talk about a biker. Maybe
those leather jackets, either a Harley or some other badass bike like that, guys
with metallic biker
jewellery, etc. Dictionary says,
Biker is a noun and has two meanings, “1. A person who rides a bicycle,
motorcycle, or motorbike, especially in competition or as a hobby. And 2.
(Informal) a member of a motorcycle gang”. Rest of the definition you conjured in
your mind is just your perception of the person.
So, hypothetically I was sitting in the coffee
parlour and this guy was sitting at the next table reading the newspaper and talking to himself. There was a news which said that a biker met
with an accident in which the passenger sitting
with him died on the spot and both of the people were not wearing any helmets
when questioned they said, “we are bikers we do not wear helmets.” The last
line ticked off the guy.
He started blabbering. These guys
are spoiling the name of bikers. We are rough and all but we always take
responsibility of the person travelling with us. He also said that we follow
the rules of the bike. One rule among
many of them states that never leave the place without wearing a helmet. Few
other rules which he blabbered were,
·
Always keep your bike
cleaned up.
·
Safety of the passenger on your bike is your
responsibility.
·
Drink as much as you can handle.
·
All bikers are your brothers by nature.
·
Ride a lot but with safety.
This one is not a rule but he wanted to add it to the list, “be a stud and wear those amazing sterling silver
biker jewellery, to keep them coming”. I am still thinking to keep what coming.
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