Neither rain, nor hail, nor storm can stop your friendly neighborhood biker. We bikers are a different breed altogether, an observation which occurs to me every time i get on my bike, seemed strikingly clear today. We ride for the joy of riding. A joy which is compounded with each hardship that is thrown at us. today i had gone out for a ride with my mate upon being tempted by the fair heavens above. after we got to our destination, a temple about 50 kms. or so from my home, the weather gods started to play spoilt sport.
By the time that we were about to start the homeward journey, the skies had darkened beyond our expectations. Just as i kicked my life to a start, the rain started to pour and at the requests of my friend, i agreed to wait for the storm to quiet down. But then, the biker inside me started twitching, and after some convincing, my friend agreed that a ride in the rain would be fun. Boy was he right! After about 15 minutes in the saddle it started to rain cats and dogs. The visibility was so bad that even the four wheelers in the area started to stop, but not the biker, he rides on.
Further down the road about 30 minutes down the line, a hailstorm started. Knuckles turning red because of the impact of hail stones, random parts of the body facing heat flashes due to the impact of hail, but still the biker goes on. The temperature dropped so low that the clutch hand barely functioned, but the biker still goes on.
An hour or so later, after manoeuvring the bike through countless potholes, battling the rain , the hail & the cold and the dodging various cars which were moving too slow for my taste i reached my home a little battered, a little bruised, maybe a little bit better as a rider and a whole lot happier.

This may seem a little bit cliched but we bikers we believe in the credo that whatever doesn't kill us will just make us stronger. This is what makes us bikers tick.