Chilled.

If you've read the previous post about the GF stud boy, this post will make that look like a prologue of sorts.

It's not new to me now. It's been awhile. I don't go all out on the roads anymore. Atleast no foolish life-at-stake stunt riding.

Things I do :

- Traffic Light GPs. Ends in a hell-bent-to-prove-a-point-rider who will overtake you after 'the drag is over. When this happens, you know you have hurt some ego. Fun.

- Do play on open stretches. Fun to honk at and pass people who are doing max speeds. Pisses the hell outta them. Obviously.

- Do a lot of stupid things when I'm riding for fun, alone. Relax if someone gets too excited. Unless I'm on a nice open stretch (which I generally am).

- Sometimes ride off the sides of the road even if it's a nice road. If the road is nicely done up, it becomes boring. Too much India.

- Cruise at comfortable speeds when unsure of what lies ahead. Sure sign of post-puberty.

- Wave out to bikers. Not all of them wave back. Post-hauled-ass syndrome.

- Back off if the action is getting out of hand. Living > Dying. Quite unlike a few seasons back.

- Flip generously.

What I don't do:

- Break rules. Within Indian tolerance limits.

- Mess with cages. There's a lot to lose.

- Play if someone starts to mess around in traffic. Unlike earlier.

- Fist fights.

- Honk the hell out. Till someone deserves it.

Ride fast, not stupid.