I was completed in Bombay in the year 2008. My tag is Street Racer and my master baptized me as a Knight's Rider. I journeyed all along from Mumbai to Visakhapatnam with my friends (Companies other cycles) in a train and was brought to the company's outlet and was decked with more covers of my top. Later, I was put forth to the spectacle. However, I was unsuccessful as I lacked the weight resonant capacity that made many customers to the store leave me without even desiring me even the fact is they had lots of plump in them. As days passed on, one year passes by and I was still not picked up and the sales manager cited to the main dealer that my brand (Street Racer) was not being favoured by the public since it lacked most of their desires. It was on 18th May, 2009 when a buyer first made his choice by looking at me and chose me. As you can comprehend, it was none other than my master himself. He was studying 9th class when he first carried me to home and he pondered only 30 Kg's of weight which was excellent to my body. The only problem is that I lacked strength in my tires and he lacked the skill of riding cycles.
Another feature was he lived very near to beach which made my body feebler as possible as I was made occupied by Iron. The poor idiot even lacked intellect about where to ride me, he always rode me down the narrow roads of University where all students destitute their bottles of liquor all night which made my poor tires flat. My master at first did not vacillate to spend money on me, but his parents did as they alleged saying I was a new one and why would I get dented. This continued for a few months and for the good of both of us my master shifted his home to the interiors of the city. I thought I would be well safe and free from beach, but however my story became rougher from here. My master used me universally from his home; even to buy some snacks he used me as he hated walking. I travelled almost 12 miles a day and the same journey happened to me for about 2 years and all I wanted was a long gap of rest. As some say God blesses everyone with what they ask all time, I was responded and was given a long rest. My master joined his intermediate and flung me away. I bet you won’t trust me I almost lost everything. My tires got flat and my tubes worn off to rains. I lost my brake covers due to defenceless weather and my brake wires were almost congested. Seat got a big hole with all crow shit lying upon it and at this stage I spent two years deprived of sign. I understood that I could be nothing but waste to my master and my hallucinations also came true when two children came to my master’s home requesting him whether I am for sale? Fortunately, my master then remembered of me and said to them, No! It is yet employed.
All I was told by my seniors that only our previous life's good deeds are the only things that would make you withstand a long journey with your masters. I knew a cycle named "Hero". He was first of our sprint and he had been with his master for more than 20 years. He always used to say "Younger generations have no respectable deeds that spare them with their masters for a long time". Nevertheless, I felt glad for the children to come which made my master for the first time in his time he invest for my servicing Rs 600/-. The asset was still bad as the mechanic was a cheap quality bloke and that he able me my tires of much lower quality than the first time I had. With this, I had one more plenteous jackpot, which is that my master now weighted 55 Kg's thank God to his Intermediate. I must admit God protected me for a month and I put my supreme effort to support him, but later I could no more bare him. He also let go of me saying I was done and am serving him no good. I lasted for two more weeks after he left me in the same spot as I was for two years and then one day I was snatched and was wrecked to pieces and was sold for Rs 350/- on a whole. All that I want to still say even during my last minutes was "I love you, master. Just say I assisted you well and all this poor cycle just wishes it"