I have had the privilege of being born in to a family where every one liked to travel and thanks to that I was bitten by the travel bug early in my life.
Being budget travelers, we always used to use Buses and Trains, to travel from one place to another, and even as a kid my favorite activity was to look out of the window of the bus/train all day long. Something I do even to this very day, while traveling in a train, bus, taxi or a plane, and I guess it is one of the major reasons, why I love motorcycle touring so much.
After all, while traveling on a motorcycle, I donâ€™t have to look out of a window to see the scenery; I am a part of it.
I am not confined to a metal prison and dependent upon a window to give me a view of the outside world and dream how it would have felt, to have been out there.
While traveling on my motorcycle, I can feel the warmth of the sun, I can smell the fragrance of the flowers, I can feel the wind brush against my skin, I can hear the chirping of the birds (pays to ride a bike that isnâ€™t loud), I can stop when I see something beautiful, I can take that small back road to find out where it goes, I can play hide and seek with my shadow and I can make that kid by the road smile, by waving at him as I pass him by.
While traveling I am alone with just my trusted steed for company while on the next tea stop, I am surrounded by friends, who until a few seconds ago were complete strangers.
I wave at other motorcycle tourers with same enthusiasm as a kid, who has just met his long lost friend.
And when I come back home and as I park my motorcycle and unload the luggage, I gently pat my motorcycle with pride and affection and say to myself, â€œI canâ€™t wait to get out there again!â€