I was 4 when I first heard the roar of a Jawa bike. To say that I was smitten by its grunt is an understatement.
After that day, I used to wait for my neighbor to come back in the evening, just so that I could hear his bike
zoom past our house. I started dreaming of the day I would own one, and the adventures i would have with
my Jawa. From thinking about speeding on empty roads to going on adventures, I had imagined every possible scenario one could possibly think of. Of all these fictitious narratives, my favourite was the 'Galactic Jawa rider',
in which I travelled to different galaxies and befriended aliens who were in awe of my ride. I ended up being
regarded as the ultimate traveller in that storyline, and somewhere deep down - I still want to be that person.
Twenty years down the line, I am a proud owner of KCE 772, a bike that is decades older than I am. It is not
a mode of transport for me; it is my friend, philosopher and guide who helps me nurture those old dreams,
and makes me work towards them. This is a homage to the imagination of that little kid and his heroic Jawa,
and my never-ending attempts at fulfilling it.
