[el mechanico]

(11-02-2012 01:48 PM)Vorkuta Wrote:  

I spent a few years in India and bought a Royal Enfield. I spent a few months exploring India from Kashmir to Goa and all that's in between. Had so many fucking crashes,not my fault ( mostly ) just crazy Indians with no idea how to drive or rules of the road. Once I was driving from Mount Abu to Udaipur and in a village I plowed into a cow,poor fucker,it went down on it's back making a pained barking noise. I got off to help it when I saw in the distance a group of villagers armed with rocks running towards me. Fuck! I got back on my Enfield but it wouldn't start ( there's a knack to kick starting an Enfield ) and the tribe of trolls was getting nearer to me,it was like in a movie as I desperately tried to start the bike. At pretty much the last second the bike started and I moved off,the problem is that Enfields have no exceleration so I was going at little more then walking pace. The leading chaser who fortunately didn't have a rock,took her shoe off and smashed me on the back with it as I slowly puttered away. Insane place to ride a bike.

The Enfield is the IRT of the motorcycle world. Basically India imported some in the 50s and said good enough and copied the bike and started selling them. They even make a diesel model which is very beta.