RD350 Poem
Read this Poem around 3 years back and loved it.
When I was nineteen years old,
typically rash, stupid and bold,
I went through a phase called the double ‘A’.
My automotive adolescence so to say.
As a compromise between power and money,
I was given the Rajdoot Yamaha three-fifty
Yes, the one with the miserable fuel economy.
Though the four figure petrol [...]

