This morning, the old Enfield Bullet outside the tea stall backfired, a sound that made me think of the roar from these Formula One videos my customers' sons watch. For all that speed and carbon fibre, I find more adventure in fixing the radio of Postmasterji—tuning through the static until a crackling Lata Mangeshkar song emerges, safe and whole. Sometimes the greatest journey is returning something useful to the road.
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