It was a workshop where all the bulleteers (since they visit workshops often) would service or just pamper the bike. With not much place to sit and a dark place with a cloud of smoke, people were walking talking travel books full of excitement and planning their next adventure. As I was accompanying a friend whose bike was getting fixed, we went to the back of the workshop where there was the typical "chai and rum session" and the smell of hot tandoori rotis from the dhaaba next door. It was a relaxed little place. I got to meet the very popular guy who is considered one of the best in Delhi for royal enfield.I think it must be around 2 years later. The place had moved, from India Gate to the NH8. Thats when I had my own. Things had'nt changed much. A bigger room, with a cloud of smoke and the chai and rum.
Its an amazing experience, I would question question and question more. Wanting to learn, whoever came along with me there, they would to question more... they typical ones would be "Hum isko paharho main lejaa sakte hain?" and the Mujhe aur janana hai syndrome carried on.
It was amazing how everyone got along well which each other there. Just like a bunch of smokers have this connect... amplify that connect and you have a bunch of bullet lovers.
Long discussion over chai with people you would recognize by the bike they had while your eyes were curiously looking at Johny or Nitin tighten the bolts and change the oil.The mastermind, Pappu Bhai, with his decades of experience sitting at the dark end of the workshop lighting a cigarette in his break, would entertain our questions for hours. You know your bike is in good hands.
The minute you got out of there their was this sense of satisfaction, the thump was crystal clear and the beast at its best. It was hard to wipe off the smile that you wore while cruising back.
As I would say... "bike buhut awesomely thass ho gayee hai...! " - I am happy now! :)
