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2300 km Dream Ride to Rider Mania – the “RM-2011”, Kolkata

Less than 2days to go before we’ll start for the RM 2011, the Annual Extravaganza organized and celebrated by the Royal Enfield Clubs of the India, in the third week of January. The Mania, or better known as RM, started way back in 2003, when Vernon Dias, from Madras Bulls, ideated to meet. He along with few friends, fueled the very thought and gave the forthcoming event a name, The Rider Mania.

RM has established itself as a paradise for all the Bulleteers. It’s a place where the honored ones who ride Bullets meet, share experiences, enjoy and feel the thump. Goa was first destination to host RM-2003, with about 70 bulleteers. It was, indeed, organized by the Madras Bulls. Next year’s was organized by the then-patron Royal Enfield Motorcycle Co., who has also got registered the name “Rider Mania”. With the passing years, conflict of interest between RE and the community started taking shape, and 2009 was the first time when RM was organized without any help from RE MC Co. Kudos to Rolling Thunder MC from Bangaluru. This year, RM is organized by Eastern Bulls of Kolkata, as RM-East 2011. 

RM-East 2011, Kolkata
I have been riding TBTS for little over a year. The attachment I’ve developed with this machine is exemplary. Just unparallel! Have ridden over 11000 kilometers last year, and starting this New Year with an over 4500 kilometers ride, that too with the largest Bullet club of the country - the InddiethumpersTM! We are starting on 16th January (that's why I won't not able to run Half Marathon at Mumbai Marathon 2011, another one-year wait). Anticipating a never-before experience with butterflies in stomach.
I will try to tweet regulary about the ride (#RM2011), and will later post what I experienced . Till then, ciao! :)

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