It should look out of place but it does not. Steel and rubber fashioned on an assembly line set in the heart of an humongous iron shed. Fed by the lifeblood of plants and animals lost to the forces of geology millions of year ago. Maybe that's why owners refer to them as steeds or horses or beasts. A pristine mountain stream courses by powered by unfettered nature and gravity, an engine that requires no pistons. If there were a dozen of them, the peace quotient would have taken a nosedive and their riders representative of the callousness of the human being. But one motorcycle in the midst of nature? An equitable balance.
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| 28-Sep-2024, Benog Wildlife Sanctuary |
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