We hoped and prayed the bike would do it without any problems. When we reached the outskirts of Bangalore I realised a wobble in the back wheel. When we got down to examine, our greatest fear came true. The back wheel rim was badly bent. So bad the whole tyre shook and revolved more like a chapatti less like a wheel. We realised it had happened at the same breaker hit that morning. I was worried the bend might affect the new tyre. The worst part was that all shops were closed that day because it was pooja day. This time we were laughing at ourselves- dont know because of frustration or the situation. The search for a bajaj showroom in that area did not yield anything. Help came in the form of a puncture repair place - the only shop open early that morning. The guy did not sell new rims but was positive that hammering the damaged rim would allow us to ride on. We were ready to take the chance. The thought ‘something is better than nothing’ was ringing in both our minds. The wheel was done. It was better than what it was and we decided to ride. My cousin Arul was supposed to meet us at Belgaum, 500 km from Bangalore. It was decided that Arul would keep a new rim ready for us in Belgaum.
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