I had plain black daal and roti on the highway once somewhere in Punjab. Late at night. Dense fog. Me and my friend, only two bikes. Somewhere between Jalandhar and Ludhiana.
Most delicious daal I have ever tasted.
Then some Punjabi rowdies took an interest in us. Flashy jeep. Guns. Throwing names about how they were related to the Badals. Invited us for drinks. Promised to get our bikes fixed the next morning. Said don't worry, party now.
Next of course they were offering us some carnal pleasures (
Punjab mein kya nahin milta .....). Asking me where I came from (my
mattha was apparently indicative of some royal lineage ....)
After 11 days on the road and a lot of liquor in the system, we would be lying if we said we were not tempted but good sense and survival instincts prevailed.
Bottom line we feigned tiredness and promised to meet the next morning. Then escaped in the wee hours without telling anyone.
Punjab not a safe place for MH12 numbered bikes. LOL
Cheers, Doc
@Imran Khan @GURU DUTT you real world opinions would be greatly appreciated here on this incident.