R15 vs. Pulsar 200

First things first. We rocked the roads. I kid you not, kids are going to remember us. Some will want to be us. Some, will be us. And that's worth at least 300 crores. Considering that's what Mayawati is spending to put statues of herself and what not.
Second this note will get a little PG, so those not comfortable with acts that lead to human procreation, can come and read it after a few years.
Ohkay here goes then.
Pulsar 200 is a bitch to ride fast in twisties. It sort of makes sure you die at every corner. To be fair enough you will die spectacularly. The rear wants to go faster than the front. The front, due to added luggage at the back, is Pamela Anderson after the breast reduction. she for sure can run fast, but what is left of baywatch then? You have to struggle with it. You have to move your bum more than the girls in hip hop video. Every time you have to shed speed it is like a no confidence motion in the parliament. You don't know what the fuck will happen. The suspension has got boobs of its own and they for sure are not wearing anything. Result? Bounce. Ball smacking bounce everytime there is a hump in the road. And the steering is as difficult as Mrs. Rastogi, my nightmare in class 8th and 9th. You don't get it right, she has the right to give it to you, then and there.
R15 as it seemed, coz i din't ride it, is Bhanu chawla. First bencher, class topper, class monitor, the girl who writes the date on notice board and gets her name written after the boards. I kid you not it is fucking difficult to catch the bike unless you get a decent straight. Then also it is there in the rear view mirrors. Always. Unless nannu has taken a stop to admire the beauty. To top it all you look all party stopper on it.
That means you should just go and buy the pulsar.
Yes, pulsar. You see R15 is enjoyable but it is making-love enjoyable. it is holding hands, looking into eyes, thinking of your kids names and having sex once in 2 months sort of experience. You enjoy it. You cherish it. You love it. But it makes you feel old. Coz you are not doing much. You are walking hand in hand. Into the sunset, sure next day you going to top the boards.
The pulsar is the bastard child of you don't know whom. It is the fuck that no one admits is what they want. It is what everyone will chuck making love for, if they were not dying to be decent. It is the after fight sex. you have to behave like an alpha male to fuck around with it. Wrestle hard, show who's the boss and still shit in your pants coz you know she can walk away anytime she wishes. She is what cosmo wants you to be. She can be a headache, she will never have one. She's a wild child. And so am I.
And that's why we fucking rock.