It was morning time. I had skipped breakfast (which I usually never did) because I was late. My attendance in my college wasn't that great, and I had already come under the scanner of my lecturers. No, today I have to be on time, I thought. I opened the gate and went towards my parked bike. It was Yamaha Fazer, a variant of the popular FZ series introduced by Yamaha in India. It was incredible bike because it was such a decent all-rounder. I turned my key in the key socket and switched on the bike; it's electrical systems buzzed followed by starting of the engine. The engine sprang to life, and I revved it hard, feeling the engine's deep humming between my legs. Satisfied I commenced on the