Dummies guide for RTO visit for duplicate license

So a few steps for someone who wants to get a duplicate license issued from the RTO:
1. Get ample photocopies of your existing license
2. Take multiple photos of yourself
3. Carry a glue stick
4. Carry lots of change, coins and small denomination rupees
5. Carry a bottle of water/Gatorade , an umbrella, or maybe at least a hat/cap its always hot and sunny here, if not that then it will rain for sure
6. Eat good filling breakfast
7. Plan on reaching around 10:45 AM, officials will arrive between 11-1130 but u go early to figure out where you have to go and what forms you will need
8. Be prepared to shuttle from window to window and queue to queue
9. Whatever happens don't loose your cool, you will be ignored, misguided and also given plenty useless answers don't feel sad, you can bother someone else , eventually I'll get there.
10. Ask if you can apply for a duplicate license since you have lost your original.
11. Save by our original license with you no matter however rundown it is, its very highly valuable document in whatever shape it is
12. If they don't offer you, still ask if there's anything pending and if they need anything else from you
13. Lastly make sure your biometric info is given. They didn't ask me, I didn't know, fr then past 3 months and over, my application was lying around as "not processed"

All of the above if you refuse to accept that getting a license can be difficult and that you can do it yourself....I did.

Flirting with the shadow

At last i get the chance to write again....been waiting for this for such a long time now it's not even funny,,,,

So i was on a work trip to California where i managed to borrow a 2007, Honda Shadow VT750 from a friends friend who now obviously is my best friend (thanks Kata :P) Cannot thank this dude enough to let me borrow the machine,,,and then in a certain way, i think the bike too must have thanked him as much....so get this: this bike was 2007 model, and it only had 1500 miles on it!!!! was pretty much sitting in a parking lot for most of it's life so far!!! hadn't seen the tar or the wind at all!!! i know my heart was in pain just when i heard that!!! It's like I could feel the pain and the urge of the steel-steed calling me,,,,,
So one of the colder evening, i decided to get to the parking place where the machine was parked and rolled up the sleeves to see what all was needed, clearly the bike had no oil or lubrication at all, it barely had any gas and the battery was down.
Used Kata's Subaru and jumper cables, to bring life back to the bike, and gave the ignition,,,and wallah it started,,,but only for a few seconds then it died...did that for a few times and finally it was up and running but again it died,,,just then Kata realized that the bike wasn't EFI, it had a petrol key,,,which was obviously turned to ON and not reserve,,,,the bike needed a drink soon,,,maybe not as bad as we did by that time :) we left the bike as is and went on to get our anyways,,,

come the next morning, we met again and went up to the bike, i got it started and drove it to the dealership for an oil change and some battery tests etc. to ensure i am not stranded in case i decided to take it into the mountains etc.

the first trip i pulled off with this beast was down south form San jose - Michelle Pfieffer park Big Sur and back - ~ 280 miles and approx. 10 hrs of riding with gas and leak stops only ofcourse!

 the bike handles very well, its got decent power, however it was always a little a tad bit less than what i wanted it to have,,,,it was on those long stretches of empty tarmac that you really want to see the tachometer  read tripple digits to you was when you really felt the instability and its almost like the bike is suddenly urging for you to not giving up even at the cost of road contact and you are like neah not worth flying over the road like this,,,if only it had a few more horses maybe yes,,,,

nevertheless the overall journey was more than exciting, took her through winding curves of the highway 17 towards Santacruz, went straight to 1 south from there and then to Monterey, took it to the peir all the way as it was too early and no one seemed to stop me ;) it was fun.
after a few rounds by the streets of Monterey i decided to proceed further, kept on 1 south and started entering the patch where it's difficult for any rider or a driver to not stop every few minutes of driving to take some really great shots of the natural beautiful scenery California's PCH has to offer. each curve you approach s delightful with a crisp mixture of bright sunlight, cold air, Pacific in at least 4 different shades of blue and when you get really close it also throws some white at you which is always welcome, the clear skies and a certain energy in the air,,,brilliant sheer brilliant experience,,,,

the best part about riding in California is that you are never alone on the road!!! i stopped at a certain bridge over look to chat up with a father son team riding their Harley's up the hills, its not that we spoke about anything great, just general how good the day was and how nice the roads were,,,the thing about riding is that everyone who does, and is stopped over at some vista point is almost like he's out of a meditation session,,,,the rider is always happy and a smile always is greeted with a smile, a peace sign is always matched with a peace sign

if i had it my way i might have never turned around but i knew i had to,,,,it was only when i came around all the way back to highway 39 skyline Blvd. and stopped over at Alice's restaurant is when i realized that in fact this journey was my own meditation session,,,I have now made new memories of these places that i had visited before and may have had some unwanted memories,,,,but now it's all cleaned up with brand spanking new ones with this ride.

Isn't that what riding is all about!!!

this ride pretty much was a coastal ride with some really nice curves by the PCH till the Big - Sur National Park and and then all the way back to Half-moon bay from where i took the 280 to get to 39 and had lunch at Alice's before coming back to San Jose

and when i returned i knew i was going once again and this time it was going to be the North of San Jose,,,,i wasn't too sure about the route simply knew basic direction - go north!!! ;) and as i came around on the roads, i kept making my turns and kept stopping for pictures,,,,again one beautiful morning that was too the places i went to were typical tourist spots along with the rare ones too, but i had all the time i wanted since i knew i wasn't too far away form home base and sort of knew deep down that this was prolly the last weekend i had to ride before i head back to home county,,,so had to make the most of it in terms of the ride and the pics and the tourist spots too!! ;)

at the end of this ride too, it was like the bike was now updated with all the spots in NorCal to see or to show its rider,,,,San Francisco, Pier 39, twin peaks, golden gate vista spots, francis drake blvd., tamalpas state park, sausalitos, market street, and so on,,,,

again these places held different meanings to me for different reasons, had different memories associated with the place of the past times but now, all i can remember is I came here riding and had a broad smile on my face when i was up here!!!

One Ride 2012

April 1st - One Ride Riders: me, Pawan, Mikey, Vinit, Nikhil, Arvind, Mahesh, Jammy, Ela. Meetup point: 5:45 @ Airoli toll plaza It had beena while we had taken up a ride, after a lot of back and forth, we decided that we'll go for a small breakfast ride, more like a half day ride that would end before noon or at most around noon. so the obvious destination was Big Wheels and just there was the mini-Bhima Dam. still remm. the place from a visit back last year with Pawan Mallikarjun, it was infact right there, i had decided to go in for the Himalayan Odessey, sweet day that one was :) so anyways we started off, on time, met folks at various points, Airoli toll plaza was as usual buzzing with traffic even at 6:0 AM, most folks met here and so we started to proceed towards Datta vadapaav and took a small tea break there. After some refreshments, began the long haul stretch on NH4, and just as we started off, a groups of super-bikes started off too.... so i distinctly remm. there were atleast 3 Honda CBR1000RRs, a couple of Hayabusas and few Dukati 1198s. super expensive super bikes all of them. needless to say they rocketed past us at blazing speed...just hearing their firing was so satisfying, it was nostalgic for me though...i patiently waited for each one of them to pass by me, loved the view in the rear view mirror and then besides me and of course in a split second the rider was out of sight at the horizon. to sum it up, it was a treat for sure. NH4 ride proceeded, just as any other weekend ride, it was pleasant, smooth and well..honestly very predictable. was however excited about the fact that we were going to do a little bit of off-roading, was looking fwd to that part for sure since the start of the ride and also to have some good meal at BWMC, it had been a while so.... just around after we got off form NH4 expressway section, we were asked to take a diversion, aparntly an 18-wheeler had mis-calculated the height of the bridge and was stuck right under it. and we were missing a couple of riders too in the traffic so decided to halt right at the kamats restaurant in Lonavala. Kamats was a delight, the ever so famous vada recommended by vinit, was truely worth relishing and gobbling down the calories...not one-two or three..but i claimed 6 of them. yes! i was totally gonna gobble down a couple of more, right then i relaised it was the cardio that i had done the previous evening that was making me do that. so i stopped...at 6 vadas...and trust me it ws totally worth it :) At kamats we saw a few Harleys, a few 48's, a couple Nighsters, one V-rod and there were a couple of fatbobs and fatboys too, shining bright in the sun, totally finished products, chiseled to impress any onlooker...we took some pictures, some small talk...asked about the on-road pricing and blah....and then i thought to myself....

bloody hell, none of these bikes have even the slightest bit of dirt on 'em! forget grease marks or mud or you know usual signs of the fact that the bike and the biker went out and had some fun with them!!!

at that point i though to myself....so there it is, the Harley's here are all trophy bikes! or atleast the riders didnt seem to find non-tarmacs stuff intriguing enough... On our way out, Nikhil said to me, so ask 'em if any of the machines to take Ladakh as our bullets did, and that truely was not possible in those machines. I mean ladakh, leh the terrain was simply too much even for a bullet to handle, despite it's configuration etc. let alone a machine that was truely a street ride model like harley's. yet they were charismatic, they had a tuck-in finish and were surely quality machines, just not for the kind of fun stuff that we were about to do ..... we eventually arrived at the little patch of dirt road, it had been made much better since the last time i remm. it so that actually killed a bit of fun, yet again some of us were with pillions so it flew by pretty well with them, i had insisted that we all should go and not let any pillion stay back....the whole idea was to stick together...

up on the dam, the riders look like tiny dots, but it was a good picture to be in still. up the dam wall we spend some time and got back after some snacks etc. reached BWMC to join the 200-300 odd bikes for the day, had some hydration and a nice meal, it had started to get hot yet was enjoyable with the riders and the bikes all around the place.

just then i made eye contact with someone really pretty, tall, long hair, fair, totally a non-biker chick, i could tell form what she was wearing, and she definitely didnt knwo how to wear a bandana, her footwear, her thin fabric kurta style top suggested she def. didnt do this often...she was really soothing a site :) after a little while here, mahesh, mike an ddoc left, we stuck around a little longer, finished food, paid off the bills and geared up ourselves to make a move too... but before i left, i gave that babe a profile and wht do i find!!??? she was following me with her eyes too! and i was a gentleman, gave her the last look and left.... all in all a great half day trip!!! God Speed...

der lagi lekin....

der lagi lekin...

What a superb song...from such a classic movie - "Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara". If heard a few times you’ll probably understand one way of living life and most likely be able to strike it off your to do list just like that….I did that already..

October 15th, 2011 - a day that I will remember for the rest of my life.

On this day I was pronounced a free man, a single man, out of all the crappy baggage (read marriage) that I was carrying around for a few yrs. The feeling I had towards the end of this day is still raw and fresh in my heart, almost unreal, unbelievable, sheer joy!!! it's completely astonishing how circumstances are affected by people so dramatically that the very reference of those people is resentful and yet we blame the circumstances for it after all!!!

The worst part about it; the baggage was loaded over to my entire family and extended family; the good part.. …from this day on; no more baggage at all, what so ever!!!

I will remember this day as my “diem Liberationis”.

Certain incidents, certain people in our life come in and stay with us and then sooner or later they leave. Some you wish never leave and some you wish you had never allowed in.

If you are really listening; both kinds teach you something; some are your choice to learn directly, some you wish you hadn’t learnt at all….too expensive a class that turns out to be for you sometimes…

At times life leaves you with sore n brutal memories…erasing memories isn’t easy, but over-writing them is always an option that needs to be pursued!!!

As they say look at the positive side, and f**k the other crappy shitty side, dhat side is no good :)

As I understand it, smart thing to do is to live a life where you don’t give too much control of yourself to any one. ANY ONE.

Be passionate not pathetic....

God Speed...

A holiday called 15th august....

It surprises me how situations and circumstances change our definitions for us.
15th august, a festival we have done so many diff. Things since school days....so here's. A run down of how this day has changed for me in the past 25 odd years...
@ the very first since I can rememeber, It was a school holiday, yeah another day I get to play! Run around in the aparment grounds
Then, It was a flag hoisting thing, proud to be doing it @ the school grounds in boy scout uniform with glimpses of some patriotic movie in front of the eyes
It was now a day where I realised thanks to history lessons wht it means to over throw british raj and have "freedom" so was all abt. Respect for the freedom fighters
It meant a lot when you are so far far away, all patriotism, respect and regard for the country comes to mind suddenly while watching the desi tv programs and those small celebrations on the american streets

This year I sit and think do we really have a reason to celebrate/congratulate/wish each other? What have we gained today that's worth that emotion? Lemme make tht list:
We can vote!
We have the right to do whtever bussiness we want
We have our own jurisdiction/ law made by indians
We have our own taxation system
We can say whtever we want
We can demand justice from the biggest authority

And here's wht the reality for me has been:
Vote, and bring who on board? Criminals? Hooligans? Ppl who have no decency in their behaviour even on camera! I can imagine wht they'd be doing in their day to day bussiness!!!
Bussiness, is good, cut throat compitition and so much of preasure, labour is expensive, raw material is just not affordable, everything is simple becoming unaffordable!! Independence has nothing to do with it, but curroption, stocking of grains and controlling the pricing sure does
Laws, jurisdiction - ya true we have it, and we have it drafter per our indian requirements, but my friend where is the implementation of that bit? Who da hell cares abt law and order in a country where u can find loop holes and always plan a exit strategy! And if tht doesn't work there's always bribing, you throw money and u can "buy" justice for yourself, or atleast delay the hearing by like 60 years and I say this from personal experience!!! And at the same time you have terrorists living eating breathing on our tax money!!
Where builders get away with making 20+ floory sky scrapers tht have no parking, recration, or even fire safety exits, no electricity generators nothing! But on paper its still an "approved" building with OC et al!!!
The govt. Gets taxes here
to make summer only roads, (they should all have sign boards: "Spill no water, easily soluble"),
To not make drainage channels for the entire city, so all garbage and filth always stays "easily accessible"
To keep the dumpsters always over flowing so that diseases can spread very easily
To not make any parks, recreation areas in a city that's so densly populated that we really don't see the point of a "park" any more!!
Can u? Can u really say wht you feel? Try it and tomm. Some "supporter" will come and give you his peace of mind for hurting his feelings!!! In bombay u are still ok but really don't try it in any non-metro areas u'll pay the price
Justice again, as I said before "justice" has become a commodity, tht sells for a price, a very high price, even if you are not the guilty party! I know this 'coz I've well, spent more than my share of time in diff. Types of courts already!
U pay the price and close the matter, tht seems to be the option and the only one!! Unless u are ready to motivate yourself everyday, to drag yourself to a conglomeration of disheartened folks, filthy criminals, crooks n spineless humans in black suits and khakhi uniforms amidst some decent ones. This sounds tough on paper, in practice its worst!
Its not anarchy, I mean it could've been worst, a lot worst (check out any middle easter country where there's anarchy today, or even pakistan if u don't wanna go too far) however I still don't see too much good come out of our independence. On records and paper we have a lot of achievements a lot obtained within the country as well as on international fronts but what we lack is a fullfilling life for the masses. There are a few demons that engulf our nation today and to me they are bigger, more fatal than the autocratic reign we were in once upon a time. And guess what, we no longer have the men of steel tht existed back then, with only one wish in their hearts, to throw british raj...they don't make them anymore...
Atleast I've not seen one alive yet....
They fought for us, they brought us freedom, but I feel it was a bit too soon. We had or even have no clue of the possibilities we can soar to if we truely realize the potential of all the benefits we have as a free nation. I am no expert on anything, neither do I claim to know of all issues or achieemnts in depth, but I know this for sure that we could surely do away with a lot of preasure from the entire nation with implementation of a few rules, laws regarding quality of products, services, with stricter anti-curroption law implementation, with aggressive population and immigration controls. I mean cleaning up should start somewhere, if it requires a bomb blast even then that's understood, sometimes a shock is required, but wait we've already had 3 or mor of those recently! So what are we still waiting for?
To me this day is a government holiday, and I only feel apathetic towards my countrymen. This false bubble of happiness and feeling good abt. The independence is all useless to me. It's another day of loss of constructive thinking and since the past 50+ yrs. No political leader seems to have done anything to really leverage the independence of our nation.
Some may say am confusing patriotism with politics, well with todays life and state of affiars it's bound to, infact days when I get reminded of patriotic values, remind me of how sad those great fighters might be feeling when they look down from the heavens to see what they fought for and what we made of it, our country!!!
To me patriotism today has become a mere distraction that the government officials use to distract the common man and perhaps bargain some sympathy from him.

One doesn't become patriotic by changing status on facebook, twitter and one doesn't become patriotic by fwding/sending sms, hell one doesn't become patriotic by even blogging abt it. I m no politician and will never be, but don't give me that shit that if I can't help the system then I should blame it for the state it is in. It is in this state becoz my leaders have cheated me and the nation so if I were to manage wht they do, why did I elect them anyways! We cud do ok even w/o a government! Hell we'd do awesome with a monarch for all tht you may know!
If you really want to feel patriotic, gather the civic values of a citizen of India and implement them in the hope that one day everyone will follow, that to me is worth more than flashing the tri-colour around.

I wish to see common mans life be easier and independent of those worries I spoke abt earlier, give my friends a beTter quality of life, one filled with honesty, without tensions and preasures, with peace and trust in the govenrment of the country and then I'll wish a "happy independence day" to my fellow indians.
(I hope tht day comes in my lifetime atleast as I would surely like to wish u all a true independence day someday.....)
thumped...

To gods own country and back...

So June 20th, 2011, I start on a voyage that was simply too big to even comprehend initially. the thrills involved, the ups and the downs, the fun and the risks, the long tar stretches, so after a few initial attempts, i simply dropped the idea of even imagining my life for the next few days.

I was going to Leh- Ladakh: the serene country side in the himalayas.....and it was on my Royal Enfield. riding all the way from Mumbai upto New Delhi and then joining there with another 70 odd lot with a single wish - to ride the Himalayas on their royal bullets....(and hopefully to meet God somewhere on the way...)

The three of us me, Vinit and Nikhil started off at like 4:00 AM form Mumbai and the plan was to stretch it out up to Ahmadabad that day or even further as much as we could. We had a decent idea of each ones riding capabilities and we appreciated each others riding patterns enough to give ample space and understanding on long stretches of roads. We knew when to stop, where to stop and this made the journey pretty easy, no unnecessary breaks, no time waste (quite critical for long journeys)...and with gods grace and careful riding, no breakdowns as well!!!

no sooner than we passed fountain hotel, it started to rain and we were soaked, it was dark and rainy and slippery and roads were very unpredictable. the muck was coming up right into our face and were barely able to see the road, we pulled through though....after a while we had to stop for day break as it was gettign pretty risky...neverthless rains were with us only up to 100 odd kms from home and then were were into Gujrat! the land of Osum roads :)

Riding in Gujrat in the heat was takign the toll on us. We had to stop 80 kms short of Ahmadabad for food and "hydration" but after that 2 hr. logn break, we reached Ahmadabad in good time, our rider friend Biren had made arrangements for the nights stay, after doing 580 odd kms, that he was nothing less than God-sent to have made that arrangement for us, after a great dinner and some Osum gujju Joks, we retired and started off the next day

the plan was to reach into the heart of the mewad-state "Rajasthan" and make the 3rd days ride as easy and short as possible. with the heat catching up on us we knew that it wont be an easy ride once the bright star was up above our shiny helmets, so we ripped...we ripped through the tar so very well laid on the ground under the bikes rubber, that the needle was never allowed anything less than 3 figure readings we did 100 kms in abt. an hrs. time and we did two iterations of that...it was fun. but that's something you can only do around those areas as you can see the land as flat as it can get and see as far as you want to see to feel confident of opening the throttle to the most and then some....

we took a stop at Bhilwara, another nice place with amazing Rajasthani food. had a great night sleep here and it was time to ride again. this ride was about 430 odd kms and the best 419 kms done so far. was good fun.


You would imagine that Rajasthan = deserts and only sand. but you will be surprised to see that the conditions of the highways is so nice tht it's more fun to ride than ever!

the last stretch - Bhilwara to New Delhi; now this was another 500 odd kms and most challenging because of the heat and we had only one thing in mind, to enter Delhi before rush hrs. as we needed to find the place and ensure that we don't get stuck in traffic in the delhi heat. we ripped again. the roads co-operated and we were in Delhi around 5 pmish another great ride with no problems of any kind.

Sounds like fun so far isn't it! And this was the prelude to the Odessey. the real Odessey was yet to begin...after clearing the fitness tests and other formalities we all had geared up for the ride of our lifetime. New-delhi to Leh and back.

The trip was for 16 days, the route was long, and terrain was unknown, I knew if anything it was going to be difficult. it involved riding on tar, in rains, uphill, downhill, on gravel, small gravel, medium gravel, big gravel, pot holes, man holes, valleys, mountains, cliffs, hair-pin turns, U-pin turns, S-turns, ghats, rolling Military trucks, rolling Innovas, diesel smoke, slush, 2 feet deep water crossings, 30 feet long water crossings, with cold fingers, with sweaty gear, wet shoes, foggy helmets, dripping wet, boiling HOT weather, you name it and we have done it on this one trip.

the highlight was the opportunity to be eating at Dhabas. The maggi, the omelets and parathas oye balle o balle...some really osome food was all we had on this entire journey be it the breakfast hogging at like 6 AM in the morning or noon lunch breaks with daal-chawal and sabji/ maggi with anda, mok-moks, thupkas. the biggest highlight of food i can clearly say is at Sukhdev's dhaba - some 50 odd kms away frm Delhi, my record was unbeaten -1 lassi, 2 parathas,  2 cups of dahi, 1 dal makhni...BURRRP....

there are so many amazing stretches on this ride, that i cannot even remember now which one was better than the other or which was the best. all i can say is that the Rewards were instantaneous!!! you ride a few kms and you reach yet another beautiful landscape, yet another location that you would want to shoot a complete yash-raj song, natural beauty knows no boundaries here it's upto you as to what perspective you can capture and how much of it.

there are so many scenic places that if we were to start marking them with those blue boards reading "VISTA POINT", it would land up being a blue sidewalk all throughout the stretch.

there came a point in the ride where i simply had to stop takign pictures/ videos. It suddenly struck me that it's a wasted effort to bottle up the magnanimous and ever enchanting beauty of Ladakh into a mere 10.0 MP point and shoot. It needs the greatest camera of all times to really "feel" the beauty this landscape beholds. the camera that has the ability of looking at something and appreciating the beauty even before it really is compiled by it's processor, a camera tht saves images for lifetime....a pair of eyes that can really "see" the beauty all around in these mountains and valleys. and thus i stopped clicking, and started absorbing as much as i could.

The Trip involved a lot of different kind of hardships, a lot of risks. Yet the highlight was that every risk you took, the reward was equally matched. the highest reward to most was reaching and passing "Khardung La - Highest motorable road of the World !!" to me that was surely a trophy for sure. however there were so many locations and passes that were even more beautiful than this one.


And thus i wouldn't call being @ Khardung LA as my highest point in the trip. It was in fact somewhere in Spiti Valley where I got the "this is it" feeling.










Had a chance to ride somethign different, somethign little bit more alive than my bull...a Yak. yes took up a aYak safari which was an experience of it's own kind. Surely very unique and sometimes a little scary also i should say, went up some 7 kms uphill on a Yak Back. with the ony though on my mind - wht if he decides to hell with me...but luckily for me he did not and the yak, took me upto the hill top as promised, without throwing me off. the animal was panting by the time he reached the hill top. his body had been pumping blood through his body. I could feel the hot blood when i held the giant for grip uphill. I decided to let the animal go down w/o me. i couldn't get on the animal again...i was filled with sympathy for it...and ofcourse was shit scared to go downhill atop the poor animal..wht if it slipped!!!


There was a lot of time for me to be thinking on the trip...of course whenever i wasn't concentration on the road in an attempt to not to fall/ drop the bike. Some wise mans words kept coming back to me - "It's not where you go, it's about how you get there".

The roads are always unforgiving and challenges don't ever take a break. what gets you through it - two things your will power and a conscious mind. If you have both these, no road, no deterrent can stall you from getting what you want. so take your own time in choosing the path as each course has it's own set of perks and dips, the one that gets you to your destiny unscratched si the best one for you....


This Trip had another huge benefit, met with some really cool guys. We were about 10 of us from Bombay. We hung out together, we chilled together we, stayed together...we rode together. The code was "we stick together". If 1 rider was down one of us took care of him, if 1 rider was shaky about water crossings, one of us held him through. If 1 rider was stuck in slurry, one of us pulled him through (or at least tried). Some called us the "Bombay boys" it wasn't intentional, however it was pretty obvious, and frankly well we didn't care much untill someone did observe and told us that after half way through the night (and all the way through the booze :) ) of the celebrations. Nevertheless the code was that of sticking together and that's what makes the ride special. on the trip we tried to not be be the Bombay wale, or the Delhi wale or the Poona wale, or the TN wale we all tried to be the RE (Royal Enfield) wale, yet the no. plate gave us away each time :).

And though we were identified by the "MH-02" no. plates or Bombay walas, we were identified for our riding, for our brotherhood, and of that i am proud of....

Ride well, God speed....

for a select handpicked collection of the trip pictures visit:

ROK 4 - HO2011 album