HERE WE A(RE)

They say you never forget the first time...

- Keshav Teiva Poumai

Every very year, as soon as the dates for Rider Mania, er, Motoverse, are announced, I start planning for the event with due earnest. Between that, and when it's finally time to make that trip to Goa, something or the other always comes up. This was the case last year, too, when, by the time I made it to Goa, everyone else was heading back to their respective homes after enjoying a weekend of revelry. This year, I was determined to change that, and I planned, packed, and set off a few days in advance for the promised land.

The sun hung low in the sky as I pulled up to the gates of the Royal Enfield Motoverse, the air thick with the scent of petrol and adventure was a place I had only heard intricate tales about till now the legendary world where motorcycles and passion collided in a symphony of chrome, steel, and exhaust notes. As I rode past those gates, I could feel my heartbeat quicken in anticipation.

The Party

Stepping into the Motoverse felt like stepping into a dream. The ground beneath me vibrated with the sound of engines, each thump a distinct note in the grand orchestra of motorcycling. Everywhere I looked, there were bikes some gleaming - in the sunlight, others with a layer of dust from countless journeys. The air was alive with energy, with riders chatting, admiring each other's machines, and sharing stories of their most recent trips.