Valentine Day Ride - | 14 Feb 2010

Only the ride exists, neither the rider nor the destination.
 The eternal, never-ending ride.

Team 456 – The Born Riders

We were a motley gang with raging fire on that frosty morning,
ready to explore the unpaved roads,
 lonely and deserted,
 because we are the born riders.

We rallied on that 14th day, to treasure a Valentine’s Day,
 A lethal assortment of machines,
 Royal Enfield monsters and deadly Pulsers, roaring Avengers, refined Yamahas and dangerous Hondas.
 Because we are the born riders.

We tuned our machines, screwed on the carburetors,
 fiddled with the throttle in complete awareness,
 Our machines are our souls,
Because we are the born riders

Since there was no time and space, there was no past, no future but only the eternal present.
 When the wind roared and battered our helmets,
 The earth howled under the wheels.
 Like floating clouds, we had an unfettered existence.
 Because we are the born riders.

When the colossal gate of the Fort blocked our insurmountable spirit,
 Neemrana Baoli sheltered us in her gracious womb.
 In her womb we resurrected like phoenix birds.
 Phenomenal appearance merges into noumenal reality, shedding our skin-bags,
 we again merged into our machines.
 Because we are the born riders

For Team-456,
only the ride exists, neither the rider nor the destination.
 The eternal, never-ending ride.

Subair   
Member Team456