Mastering the monster
I'M NOT THE WORLD'S TALLEST MAN. I HAVE TO STAND ON TIPTOE AT TRAFFIC LIGHTS TO STOP MY DUCATI FROM TOPPLING OVER AND SQUASHING ME LIKE A COCKROACH. BUT AS SOMEONE VERY NEW TO THE GAME I DREAMT OF "TAMING THE BEAST" ON A ROAD TRIP FROM BANGKOK TO CHIANG RAI. THIS IS MY TALE.
There comes a time in your life when you have to get on your bike, look in the side-mirror and say, "Damn, I'm good!"
The inspiration comes from a sticker on my crash helmet and it means a lot to a novice like myself, especially one trying to overcome the fear spawned by a Ducati Monster 696.
A photo of me taken with my mates, the "Gang of Five", at Wat Rong Khun in Chiang Rai last December now evokes fond memories. But my self-satisfied state of studliness, as apparent from my expression in that pic, was a relatively recent acquisition. For not only had I not known how to get to that temple prior to making the trip, if I'd looked in the mirror back then I'd have had to confess that the "monster" had me shaking in my size-6 leather boots.
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