Know what?
If you have not  tried this, try it. NOW!
Ride when it rains, on a bike and spread out your hands and scream.

Or simply, just ride ride and ride at night in a metro. :) Trust me, you should not miss it if you can. In anyway!

Comments

AJ said…
Oh I did it .Oh I did it .
August 22, 2010 at 10:34 AM
Gayathri said…
Especially if you are in the pillion seat ;)
August 22, 2010 at 12:12 PM
Durga Nandan said…
@ AJ : Awesome!!! :D Really awesome!
Cheerz!
Durga :)
August 22, 2010 at 2:23 PM
Durga Nandan said…
@ g3 : Exactly!!:D I was one.. Poor "driver" was pleading me to shut up by the time we finished.
But I know he enjoyed being that tad bit crazy with me too. :P
August 22, 2010 at 2:25 PM
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