The True King among Indian Bikes By: Contech (Original Link)
Here I am, in an old bikes store with worn limbs. My eyes are swollen with the bangs my previous rider gave me, and my body is smattered with the various dents that my riders have given me over the passage of time. Half of me is dead and rusted, I am not attractive and shiny as I used to be but I have one thing that no other machine has - the undying spirit and the cruel intention to set the roads on fiery mirth.
I was both handsome and beautiful once. The true heartthrob of every Indian youth. I enjoyed celebrity and cult status like no other machine in the Indian automotive market. My very roar eclipses the thought of buying another make - if power, speed and reliability is what you are looking for.
Riders who know how to ride me have enjoyed lasting companionship. I am a machine that embeds with man like no other. Stretch me to my limits and break them every time you ride me. That is what I was made for, that is what I love doing.
Riding me is all about a precise balance between speed and control. Desire more for any one of these and you will find yourself on your back. I can be your companion if you know how to ride me, but will not be enslaved to one who does not. I possess the courage to break free from your grip if you do not deserve to hold me between your legs.
My engines have been opened up time and time again. I come from a very adaptive family and mechanics who know what they are doing can increase my power that no other bike in this country can deliver. Port my engine, file my pistons and insert a fifth cog and you can ride me on a highway at 160 kmph and all you will hear is my monstrous roar. Mechanics who know how to do it are rare, but then, they are my true lovers.
I will crown you the sole king of the road, for no one else will dare to compete. A condenser tube (you will find those in the rear of all hatch backs, used to keep the hatches open) snugly fitted between the fork and tank on both sides solves my vibration problems at high speeds. Some of my comrades have disc brake assemblies in the front wheel for better braking, but don't forget, I was the one who taught the Indian rider how to decelerate by stepping up the gears.
Throw me into any corner, and I will come out like a swooping eagle. Ride me into traffic, and I will lead out of it like a slithering snake. Accelerate me on the highway & I promise you the power of bulls and speed of horses.
Give me all the good drink I need, I am an addicted drunkard and I will deliver the fastest spinning rear wheel you have ever seen. Save all your care for the girl you hooked on to from your college, showing off riding me, I need hardly little of it. A little care for my beast of an engine and my body is all that is required.
Here I am, in an old bikes store. I am on the way to the metal scrap unit. yet I possess the legendary fame that no Indian bike has enjoyed ever. My roar will always continue to be the heartbeat of the true biker and my performance always compared to by 4 stroke bike manufacturers, out of sheer shame. I have no death, for I will always live in the hearts and mind of the true Indian biker. I am the Yamaha RX100 !