That cool look fades away when I'm searching for the key and the starter button. I think Vijay sensed the tension in my head and he bent down behind my left leg and cranked the 500cc UCE engine to life.
Ah, I'm on familiar territory, I think to myself as I let the engine's note resound in my helmet. This can't be too different from the Royal Enfield Classic 500 that sacrificed itself to be reborn as Nandi, I reason. I couldn't be any more wrong, as it turns out.
There's sand in the compound but instead of sliding this way and that, Nandi's truck-sized tyre digs in and I roll out comfortably as I let out the clutch. Okay, so far, so good. I proceed down the road, contemplating on whether I should be taking up Vijay's advice of whacking the throttle wide open.
What the hell, you live just once and my right wrist throttles all the way to the back. For a moment, time stands still, nothing happens and I'm already panicking. But then, power gushes in and away I go with a strong surge forward. Although that tyre saps up a considerable amount of horses from the motor, there's plenty left to tackle the traffic and then some more.
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