THE STORY OF 28th DECEMBER
“ROYAL ENFIELD THEORY OF LIFE” Dust clouds hugged us as we pulled the cover off that old Royal Enfield. Some of its parts succumbing to the wrath of time and some others to the nefarious human tendencies. Undoubtedly it had ruled an epoch roaring and soaring through the roads. Ah! A bike, so potent to rule again, so capable of roaring again yet now ailing. Dents, damages, flat tires, broken breaks, rusted body, and of course an engine with a whole lot of problems. Yeah! These are the gifts time, people, and ignorance has given it. All this Enfield had was a body and problems… all we had was a tool kit and the determination to make it breathe. I took off my jacket and hung it on a nail beside the calendar, you too put on the gloves. 28th December, the date, the point we started from, having issues to deal with, having repairs to be done, having a plan to be implemented, and most importantly having each others’ back. Yes, it was tough, repairing the old beast an...