Discussing quality and essential human functioning, the division between the Classical and Romantics is primary and inevitable. While one person is concerned about the ‘what’, another seeks the ‘how’ and yet another finds interest in the ‘why’. For someone sans much mechanical understanding, like me, a motorcycle must run, be rested adequately, and then, when it under-performs occasionally, must be fixed. My understanding of an engine is incomplete. There is an urge to acquire, by some miracle, that knowledge and understanding because I admire the meditative sense around a mechanic at work. It is a commanding silence, which, irrespective of your attempts to disturb it, will retain its wholeness. Call me passive. And I think for that urge to be strong enough for me to do something about it, a Rajdoot may have to be added to the humble collection.
My understanding of Rajdoots is that they exist with a sort of practised quietness. Park it in your field of vision, step back, find a cool bit of sand and take in the ocean. On a Rajdoot 175, it’s more about the motorcycling it provides, than the motorcycle. Superlatives don’t apply to the RD 175. It is a mediocre motorcycle, but its wholesomeness is what is so endearing in the subject/object-oriented times of today. The 175 does not fall into a genre of motorcycles and hence, frees itself from being trapped by subjective/objective questions. Hence, rather than probing its acceleration, handling and fuel efficiency, what’s required is an appreciation of the motorcycling aspect that the 175 brings in sans transmission losses.
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