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Ever seen a 300-kg motorcycle fishtailing? Well, neither have I, but these policemen certainly didn’t miss the sight of me trying to slow down in time.
I didn’t expect the barricade to be there, perfectly placed at the continuous apex of one of Delhi’s famous (notorious, for outstation chaps like me) roundabouts. See, great weight doesn’t take kindly to stomping on the brake when all it has is a finger width’s worth of tread to keep itself upright.
Nonetheless, the Dyna Super Glide Custom I was riding, was graceful in the way it neatly came to a stop, pointing every way but straight. And when I blipped the throttle out of habit, the Screamin’ Eagle pipes were vocal enough to startle the coppers, in formation no less. I waited, expecting the usual pulling over and examination of papers, accompanied by lots of questions about the motorcycle. Instead, I got waved past, somewhat meekly, by the only policeman who seemed to gather his wits at that point. Everyone seemed transfixed by the sound and light show that the Super Glide Custom is. And that’s just one incident in my Harley-Delhi story.
Like most Harleys, the Custom is as cool as you can get on two wheels. And the capital of our nation, with its great wide roads and beautiful historic air, seemed to be a great place to experience the motorcycle. August monuments would make for good photographs, while traffic jams would try and rebuild what’s left of my character.
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