The Vahana of my Dreams

My battered old Bajaj M80 refuses to carry me around anymore..It gave out it's last plea for letting go last week..The point is that I've been driving ths beast for around 5 years now, without license,RC book,or any insurance..(Traffic police of chennai plz note!)

Me goes to a friend's place and decide to go"triples" on the M80, to go to another friend's place..Note that one of the guys with me already has a fractured arm, weighs about 90 kilos, and is damn scared of dogs(that's koushik for you!)..

So, merrily, we head out and board the great one...

I try to kick start it..it doesn't listen..and after 5 mins of kicking, it starts!

whoa! and we're on our way!

somehow, we manage to sit, with koushik sitting in the middle, me driving and deepesh almost hanging out of the vehicle, right at the back..Starting out..we drive for about two minutes, when koushik looks to the front and says"Machan, there are a bunch of dogs ahead da!"

who cares..I tell him..and then it happens.

The head of the pack, as if he's been waiting for us all the time,jumps into action..

Our M80 lets out moan after moan, as I try desparately to accelarate, with koushik and deepesh lifting their legs into the air, to make sure Mr.Dog does'nt snap at their legs..I lose balance and "We All Fall down!"

The moral of this story:Never go triples with one of the people being a fat guy with a broken arm who is scared of doggies ! Or better yet, don't drive at all !

PS:For all you people out there who are itching to know if we survived the dog attack, we did..and we live to tell about it.