Sex on a bike!

Yup that’s what I was up to today! Darling friend Kunal just bought a beast of a bike for himself – The Royal Enfield Thunderbird TwinSpark! HOT HOT HOT! The moment he took me to the parking lot…one look at the mighty beast and I was drooling! Handsome as hell and powerful!

As Kunal started the bike, the roar it let out was deafening…turned quite a few heads. By then my body was already feeling the rising adrenalin. The excitement was palpable. Then he motioned me to sit on it. I hopped on…and the ride began!

What a ride! What a hell of a ride it was! Mainly because we’d just gone about 500 meters when we were stopped by a pandu hawaldar!

Well ok the story goes like this…

We were happily riding from Phoenix Mills…heading towards Bandra. Kunal had bought the bike day before yesterday so his registration formalities were yet to be completed and he was riding with a provisional number plate (he had all the required lagal permission papers for this with him). So barely out of Lower Parel, we’re stopped by a cop for having a handwritten number plate.

Kunal stopped, got off and promptly took out all the forms, papers and his license. We thought that would be enough. Apparently, the cop didn’t share our views. He was there to make a quick buck.

He told us those papers weren’t valid and Kunal would either have to surrender his wallet or cough up money. Kunal, being the kind of guy he is, hates bribing people. He said fine! I’ll call the dealer and you can talk to him because he said these papers were legal!

Cop speaks to the dealer yet refuses to budge from his stance! Kunal loses it! By now we were surrounded by some 15 people, a great tamasha!

Kunal whips out his cellphone and dials his lawyer’s number. The lawyer confirms that his papers are legal! Now Kunal has a fab idea. He asks the cop to give him a ticket n says I’m gonna sue the dealer as he got me into this mess. When it’s time for the hearing, (to the cop) please come and testify! The cop suddenly loses his steam and is all scared. Hands Kunal his papers back and says…Sirjee it is my job! Please get your registration done. No one will stop you then!

Just when we thought everything was over…the real drama began!

The cop handed Kunal his stuff back and asked him, what do you do. Kunal: I’m a physiotherapist. And there, the story takes a bloody unexpected turn!

Suddenly, the cop – by this time I’d read his name plate – Vikas Kharekar – says, Sirjee my wife has a spinal problem, Her L5 and L6 trouble her a lot and she’s in constant pain! The compassionate physiotherapist in Kunal was suddenly awake. Out came a pen and paper and bang in the middle of a crowded Mumbai road at 5:30 PM with 15 people as witness, Kunal drew some 5 excersices for his wife. He demonstrated them all and prescribed medicines!!! This went on for half an hour! And I stood there as stunned as everyone else around me!

What started with a cop thirsty for a bribe, ended with the same cop taking Kunal’s number for future consulting and ended up thanking him profusely over and over again!

Finally we were back on our beast cruising down Mumbai’s road laughing our heads off !!!