That engine sound never gets old.

There’s something about a Royal Enfield. It’s not chasing numbers. It just exists — solid, heavy, familiar.

I don’t ride for speed. I ride because it feels right.

This is where I switch off.

The Himalayan doesn’t care where the road ends.

Quiet mornings. Rough trails. No destination. Just bike, road, and enough silence to think clearly.

Why I ride

Riding clears my head.

No notifications. No explanations. Just movement and noise in the right proportions.

Me riding