Bulleteer Chronicles

Prologue

The bulleteer chronicles sounds to be a good name to start with! After all the blog is all about a bunch of riders who love all the things the Royal Enfield bike epitomize. 'Bullet' to most of us, this machine is much more than just a bike. It is the heartbeat of its rider. It is the individuality of its owner. It is the soul of an adventurer. It is the machine to munch the miles. It is the wind on your hair when you see endless tarmac on your horizon.

This is not a travelogue. This is an attempt to express the soul of Bulleteer. For those who started reading late, Bulleteer is an exclusive club for Royal Enfield riders. The primary objective is to create a common platform for Bullet lovers to meet up and pursue their passion; riding is just one of them. Riding unites the people involved but the club expects to do much more than just riding. It provides a platform to meet and do a lot of activities that range from fun to social service.

The spirit of Bulleteer is simple. The feel of leather on your body, the weight of riding boots on your feet, the soft caress of the wind on your hair , the gentle touch of the sun on your skin, the world we live for, the love we ride for, and all because of one thorough belief; “Biking is living; everything else... just waiting.”

Origins

Our man Arvin is a funny specimen. Comes up with vague ideas all the time. Then it is left to the rest of us to mould them up. Whatever said and done you have to give him the credit to be original, after all how many people has really thought of a bullet club? Now then, Bulleteer was designed to be different. It was supposed to be something like “Wild Hogs” meet “Pay it forward”. Don your Riding boots, burn the tarmac, cross the landscape, enjoy the ride and all the while give something back to the society which gave us all so much.

Thus was born the Bulleteer, real men on real bikes destined to do something good for the land and not miss out on the fun we ought to have. Responsible enjoyment, that is what Bulleteer meant to achieve. On a misty January evening in the Terrace of Crossworks, Arvin put forth the idea of a bullet club which thinks on its wheels. It was waved off as the ramblings of a compulsive beer drinker. Arvin, as adamant as he is, was not ready to leave it. He wanted a Bullet club what ever the opinions were; now the thoughts started pouring in .

From the very beginning it was decided that the club need to be different. And 'good' was coming back to fashion. So the decision evolved; Bulleteer was supposed to be good. A do-gooder riding club. Funny proposition as it is, it was still a club with no name, it was not Bulleteer yet. Destiny had its way, the purpose was to have a riding club which will serve the purpose of good, a tool to be used just like the musketeers used their musket, the tool here was a little different! It was similar to the musket in one fashon, it was 'built like a gun', it was the Royal Enfield Bullet. Thus, with the powers vested in me in the name of Open road, Fuel and the Machine, I christen thee, Bulleteer!