The Girl Who Rode Too Fast

Disclaimer:
Despite the suggestive title there are very few similarities between this post and a Bond movie. The only amount of nudity you get to see are the ones on the "raunchy" posters of movies that were playing in Sandhya during the supposed occurence of this story, if you look closely that is.
Despite various protests by the author KA 05 HA 1616 is not fictitious, nor does she ride a Marvel.

It was ON!!! Like never before...
The wind that rushed past seemed to be pushing him forwards. "Some aerodynamics", he wondered. He estimated the the wind to be blowing into him at 2-3 kmph at the very least, he was riding at an easy 60. He thought about the contour patterns of the wind as it passed over him, freeze-framed. "Matlab", he suddenly thought as he let go of the throttle for a second, "Can I simulate the contours in Matlab?". "You can simulate anything in Matlab", he cursed himself as he gained speed. "Maybe the world is a Matlab simulation . Now that could be the subject of an XKCD panel. Come to think of it, it should be the subject of an XKCD panel; unless the person who scripted the simulation is behind it all" ...

About 40 mtrs more.
The pearl gray Mahindra Scorpio shifted to the right lane right behind the Pulsar 150 cc. "He's a smart fellow. He hasn't gone for the 180 cc. What's 30 cc more but extra engine repairs and maintenance! And he rides smart too!" The way he foresaw that I might be edging him out and slowed down and came back from behind the Honda City did deserve some credit. I can now see that the road bends to the left and then to the right. And after about 200 mts ahead the traffic thickens. Then, a Pulsar is no match for his bike that can twist and turn and slice through the inane jumble of those dumb cars.
<HahahahahahahahaHahahahahahahahaHahahahahaha>
He moved for the kill...
As he came out of the bend he looked back to see his would-be nemesis still behind the pearl gray Mahindra Scorpio. "Quite an EGO these big guys have!!". Beside him, or trailing by a few metres actually, a Tata Safari played 'Yuun hi chala chal rahi'. "How many people know the number of singers that have sung the playback for this song? How many people actually care to listen if I were to tell them? Once a quiz-freak..." He blew a whistle. A girl on her neon-pink Pep, who wore as much perfume to wash the blood off Macbeth's hands, smiled.

Monday Monde :
It was a normal Monday morning. You know, even weekdays are more or less anthropomorphic. A Wednesday starts bright and is the most unctously obedient and punctual. It's always there. And talk about consistency. There might be a Tuesday that in some weeks might brighten up all of a sudden or there might be a Friday that actually says "slow down, relax! What's the hurry? Stay late, hang out in there an extra hour" but can there ever be a Wednesday that holds a surprise? Or a Monday that's sunny, bright and inviting?
He wiped only the topmost layer of the previous week's grime that had settled over his bike.A memento of that bond. "Nanotechnology", he thought but the smile didn't come to him easily. Maybe it picked a cue from Monday.
He was on his favorite stretch of the commute, now. The Apache guy just somehow didn't show the will to start a chase. What a disappointment it had been? And his number plate read KA 24 PR 6174. When he saw that number embossed in Dark Red colors, he had been full of anticipation. You wouldn't sight THE Constant everyday. As he pictured the numbers re-arranging themselves every so often and finally reaching the same conclusion, he couldn't resist drawing a comparison. He wasn't sure he didn't get goosebumps even in that scorching summer heat. But then when the guy didn't show the slightest hint of competition he felt cheated out of a fair game.

Amidst all this reverie, he couldn't help but notice the shade of silver that streaked past him, almost throwing him at the mercy of the pearl white Indica. As he jolted himself out of the Matrix, he saw the numbers 1616 on the tailplate. Was it the number that killed the Bard? There was a sinister feel to it. He felt himself swaying to the tunes of that Undulating number. (Pun intended?)
Now, this was an offer he couldn't refuse, eva.


Tandava Danse Celeste:
And so it had begun. Day after day. Silver streaks passing by would begin the chase. It had been a hundred and one days since the chase had begun. They would square four bikes and forty cars and at the end she would still come even. But today he thought he had it all factored. "Trick 16", he thought. And so it began...
He approached his favorite double-bend. The road suddenly curved left and then right. "Finally a solution that would sum over all paths", he had been waiting for this. The first one was easier. She had been to his right while the road curved leftwards. "Ahead (Nero)", he smiled. Score "1-0". Now came the tricky part. If everything went as per the plan she would have to slow down behind the Mitsubishi Lancer. It had always been his dream-car and now it would make one of his dreams come true.
BUT!!! she showed no signs of slowing down. He raised the throttle just a bit and he moved to the right lane. She shifted right, too. Judging by the speed she went she would soon be occupying the same space as the Lancer, an impossibilty which Nature would eventually resolve. His moment of triumph.
BUT!!! He heard the sound of full-throttle. CRRASSSSSSHHHHH!!!
He couldn't any longer look at it....
Honk! Honk!! Honk!!!
...back to reality. He lowered the throttle and moved leftwards to see the familiar Silver streak passing by. She let out a small whistle. A denim-clad, closet "Salman Khan fan", on his FZ-16 smiled as she whizzed past him.