The Doomed RX 135 Story

Get set…hut..…… go- go- go-go….Bleddy hell, the engine seized.

Prologue:

Legend has it that RX is an immortal creature which never stops from speeding, has the eyes of almost everyone on it; the decibel level of a Sukhoi and the maneuverability of a mosquito. Legend also has it that the power of an Rx can only be unleashed by the “chosen one”.

Certain of being the chosen one, I invested 20 k on a Second Hand ‘00 model RX-135. In this new age of 4-Stroke adharma(??), I donned the role of a revolutionist, much to the chagrin of my parents.

Post 2 years- 23,000 kms hence:

My bike’s jinxed. The best mechanics in Bangalore say that, not me. The engine has seized once and looks like it’s on the way to seizeville again. The petrol and engine oil leak all the time, feeding the roads of Bangalore with vitamins and minerals at my expense. The bike skids on decent tar roads, refuses to go beyond 70kms/hr on empty stretches and has the uncanny habit of breaking down – especially when there’s a lady pillion.

It’s been sitting idle in the garage for the last 4 months craving for a ride – maybe on final ride, before it can peacefully be consigned to history. Do hell with the bike, says Dad. Gift it to the seller (my friend) on his marriage.

Looking out for a buyer, I am saddened by the fact that I am letting go of it so soon. Never had I dreamt that the experience of owning an RX would be so agonizing. Alas, I wasn’t the chosen one!

Moral of the story: If you have “Jack Ass” written all over your forehead, legends are rhetoric.