The R1 turns three

Today is a very special day in my life, 3 years ago on this day, I was thrilled, proud, overjoyed and anxious at the realization of a dream, end to a pursuit – The R1.

It has been 3 eventful and glorious years with the R1 and honestly it is the cycle of ups and downs which has made this journey of ownership of the motorcycle so memorable.

Key of 2008 Yamaha R1

Ticket to Pleasure 😀

 The ogle from the fairer section, to be seen by kids as an idol, to the jealousy of other folks, to that overwhelming responsibility of riding a liter-class monster on our highways, to the constant hunt for premium and better quality of fuel stations on the rides, to those cheap thrills of shifting at 11,000 rpm, to getting the skin of your legs burnt(courtesy riding in the city), to being reminded about the impracticality of owning a super-sport motorcycle in India and to many more such MOMENTS – Cheers!!

2008 Yamaha YZF R1

Special 🙂

 In spite of everything, I love the R1 – it is these small things which make every outing with the R1 so memorable 🙂

 Cheers to the 3 wonderful years we have spent and to many more 🙂


2 Years Onboard myYamaha R1

There are certain moments life which one can never forget like the first kiss, your first goal for your school football team and then there are some which ‘ DEFINE YOU ‘ – Your First knee down, your first SBK !!

January 3rd 2010, after 11years and 48 days from the day I had seen a 1998 R1, I was the proud owner of a 2008 Yamaha R1. The adrenalin spike I had the very first time I sat on my super-bike was UNPARALLEL and all this even before I had cranked the R1.

I knew that from this day forward, Come What May, I would go down as an R1 owner and NO ONE could steal that feeling from me and Its bloody impossible to phrase the experience, you gotta FEEL IT.

The R1 evokes the exact feeling every single I board the saddle (apart from the last 2 fuel stops during the Saddlesore run 😛 ).

2008 Yamaha R1 -Front View

My daily dose of adrenalin 🙂

In-spite of its mind-boggling power and the FEEL LIKE GOD presence, the R1 has made me HUMBLE and PATIENT , it has taught me to respect the other motorists on the road, it constantly reminds  me to keep a CHECK on the right wrist.

Lessons from the R1:

Not only does one appreciate the ferocious power of this hooligan, but you start to understand so much about the ‘Motorcycle Behavior and Dynamics‘ and the feedback you get it absolutely brilliant which prepares you for – what to expect, motorcycle’s behavior to your minor inputs.

I mean, all these are so pronounced on a bigger engine motorcycle that it is IMPOSSIBLE to MISS THEM.

How to make it special ?

The entire night I was thinking about How special can I make this day for the R1 ? Apart from the regular stuff of binging on Speed 97, good old wash and polishing.

Deep down I knew the best way to celebrate this occasion had to be ‘ A SOLITUDE RIDE with the R1 and a brilliant tarmac –  A Quality Conversation between the rider and the motorcycle’  and a dedicated ‘Diary‘ to my R1 – The R1 Diaries 🙂

It has been 2 glorious years riding and living with the R1 and if I could I would do it all over again 🙂

A Big Hug and Thank You‘ to my parents and all my pals who have been a part of this journey, without their well wishes, it just wouldn’t have worked 🙂

Cheers to more motorcycling and hopefully an outing on the race track soon; you have and will always be loved, cherished and treated as family; your companionship is the BEST GIFT to my existence.

May the urge to explore roads and food never cease 🙂

KTM (Keep Touring More) 😀

2008 Yamaha R1 - Rear view

Spirit of Touring on the R1

Let the touring begin :D

It is said that the ‘Journey is more important than anything ‘, the destination doesn’t matter, the time of the journey is irrelevant.

So what makes a ‘Journey‘ unique is the  ‘Company‘ and  boy I have missed this dear ‘Companion‘ (My Motorcycle) who has been such fantastic sport on all outings, taking everything in its stride (butter-smooth expressways, countryside roads, dirt roads, heck even a Mining Quarry).

It has been 2 months since the last time I have done a big one on my motorcycle mainly due to the unavailability of the tires (Looks like the govt is not happy with just the hike in petrol prices) and the much needed BIG SERVICE for the R1.

Now the R1 is back ‘On the Road ‘ plonked with new Michelin Pilot Road 2 tyres 🙂

Michelin Pilot Road 2 for the 2008 R1

Michelin Pilot Road 2 for the 2008 R1

The 2008 Yamaha R1 in full glory

The R1 in full glory

Now the Touring starts 😀 and first blood is Mandalpatti, Madikeri

Mandalpatti - Madikeri

Mandalpatti - Madikeri Image Courtesy: Nishanth

My R1 Story – The SBK Dream

The SBK Dream:
Back in 1992, I saw a kannada movie called ‘Premaloka’ a movie whose songs became the anthem of every single lovebird in the state, but what caught my eye was a massive looking motorcycle used in a song sequence of the movie, my first brush with an SBK.
As a kid in 2nd grade, my definition of an SBK then was a motorcycle plonked with really fat tyres and wrapped up with plastics around the motorcycle.

3 years later I saw an SBK in flesh for the very first time, the way I felt for that motorcycle put my crush (my school teacher) to shame. It was a Honda VFR750 Interceptor.

The best part was that Shankar (the owner of the VFR) also owned a Kinetic Honda sales /service center opposite my school. Shankar uncle was happy to see the glow in the eyes of a 10 year old kid every time the VFR came alive; my time after school was spent admiring the VFR. He used to take me and another friend on an occasional ride on the VFR and used to explain us the parts of a motorcycle, though we could hardly remember any of it.

My R1 Story:
It started with the picture of a new motorcycle in an US-based motorcycle magazine  called the YZF-R1 from Yamaha back in 1998 (when I was in 8th grade) in the Red-white-black color scheme and I was stumped !!!

I just couldn’t believe that there could be something more stunning than Brooke Shields, something more tempting that a chocolate, or a softee ice-cream or something more than the prettiest girl in school.

I wanted  that motorcycle and I knew I would – Someday.

After lot of fighting, my uncle agreed to cut that motorcycle picture from the magazine and I held on to it like a million dollar lottery ticket. Little did I know that the piece of paper would change my life and I am glad it did.

My next task was to find more about the motorcycle –  its power, top speed, price and mileage (quite obvious).Yamaha had caught my attention much prior to the R1, the wheelie RXs and the loud RDs couldn’t just be ignored; The R1 had taken over me.

There wasn’t a single day when I didn’t talk to that piece of paper from the magazine, those were the days when two thoughts were always on my mind : How can I buy it and when can I buy it ?

Limited pocket money from parents and a couple of cash prizes by winning any inter-school competitions duly found their way to the R1 piggy bank, so did any petty cash.

I often wondered “Why was a wall-poster of Sachin Tendulkar available but not of an R1 ? “.

College opened new avenues to earn money; although I made most of it by writing assignments for others at 5 bucks per sheet. Being a science student I used to write assignments for pretty much everything from Commerce  to Arts to Diploma to any other course the college offered.
I had finally saved up to buy my first poster of the R1 🙂

My 2003 R1 poster

My 2003 R1 poster

Engineering made things a little better, huge campus with a variety of students offered no dearth for part-time jobs like promotions and event management. But my most cherished one was pizza delivery at Dominos; At 19, I was paid to ride a motorcycle; all it required was a valid DL (Driving License) and 3 hours of time per day.
Additional incentive was the betting among the delivery boys on making the fastest delivery to a particular address – some of my most insane riding days – NO Rules,only speed (Now I regret pissing off and endangering myself, pedestrians and other motorists).

In my 2nd year of engineering, dad got me a 2005 Pulsar 180 (which I still own and love) and I was given a fuel allowance of 800 bucks a month, Boy did I see an opportunity there; I used to take the bike from my place park it at my friend’s place on the adjacent road and then travel by bus; 800 bucks was big money for me then.

So obsessed was I about the R1 that my friends called me ‘Rong 1’ (Read as ‘Wrong 1’), in fact a few of them were genuinely concerned about my enthusiasm for the R1.

By the end of my engineering, I had graduated from the 2003 R1 poster to a 1:12 Scale model of the 2006 R1.
In fact so excited was I to hold the scale model that I went the next day and picked up 2 different colors of the R1 the next day, making it to 3 – Red, Black and Blue color each.

My 2006 R1 Scale Models

My 2006 R1 Scale Models

What’s left was to pick the life-size replica…

By the end of engineering, before my first job as a software programmer I had saved at least 1/4th the money value of the R1.

During my software stint, the saving mode hit the power band; 2.4 years of slogging ensured that the remaining amount to buy the motorcycle was in my bank account. I always knew that a software job was a just a means an end aka the R1,  since I was never satisfied.

I knew that this madness would end the day I have the money to buy the R1 and so it did.

After a pursuit of about 11 years, on Jan 3rd 2010, The Dream transcended to a reality; from a paper-cutting to a wall poster to a scale model and finally onto the real bike – The R1 was realized 🙂

It was worth every penny I had saved, worth every moment I yearned for it. The after-effect was the balance of 400 INR in my account 😛

I have always believed that your first Super-bike should be something you lust for and should go all out for it;  practicality can wait for Round 2.

My 2008 R1

My 2008 R1

My 2008 R1 - Front View

My 2008 R1 - Rear

But the moment I saw my name written as the owner in the RC book can’t be put in words; it’s better than the taste of Dark Chocolate from Godiva, better than the rush at 200kmph heck better that the first kiss.

PS: I no longer have that paper-cutting from which this dream started, but I can never forget that piece of paper which was everything to me then, from which initiated The Dream & The Urge-  A Pursuit or Madness (as many thought) materialized into a 2008 YZF-R1 – after 11 years and 48 days.

And the love story continues…