Unison

Its been a long time since I wrote about happy stuff and my previous posts make me sound like a cantankerous resentful 80 year old brother of the country (I'm the person who feels personally insulted at our sky rocketing crime rates ; so its a self proclaimed title) .
Dear reader if your a woman , a girl or simply a person who sees the romantic side of things (Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance!!) its hard for you apprehend the following paragraphs .
Keeping the happy theme in mind , I write about the unison of man and machine and over a distance 80km from bangalore to Maddur . It was a compromise , a threesome , but it doesn't matter .
Me and my best chaddi buddy took out his spanking new muscled Hero Honda CBZ and pointed her cross hairs at Maddur . (from now on she refers to the bike ) . Wind in our faces and a open 4 lane national highway undressing in front of us , things couldn't get any better .
She teased us with the gear changes , provoked us with the braking and her heart the engine laughed a gentle naive laugh which was music all the way . We carved the road out with a surgeons precision and pleasure I might add .( No insult to the surgeons!!) Lorries and lesser vehicles of mortals we left gaping at her nice shapely backside . We could feel her heart thumping , craving for more . 5th gear and we were a happy three , that intense feeling in our guts of unison Man and machine , overpowering our senses .

There was a time when all three of us agreed that human females were most uncessecary . Having a girl whisper ' go slow i'm scared ! ' at the middle of such a wonderful ride certainly would have felt like having the doorbell ring when having sex . I swear .