Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Dust and Bones

Sometimes a motorcycle is not a ride, it’s a statement. A statement against the kindergarten bikes which has lost character and soul.
The yezdi has been a part of me ever since college. 

In between stages of senescence and decay she survived and is still strong for a battle.

Though she has cost me a lot of money, time and even health there is no regret.

                   2007 picture

The bike is a survivor and i am in love with survivors.