A First Zing—Monsoon Baptism and Temple Trails
Last Thursday, my first wheels rolled in: a Kinetic Zing—chosen not just for style, but the unspoken consensus between me and Lavanya. The color, the model, the vibe—it felt like the bike had already picked us.
I picked it up from the dealer just as Anna Nagar heaved with weekday bustle. Moments after the tyres kissed tarmac, the skies threw us a full-blown monsoon welcome. Rain. Honest, unscripted. Like nature stamping approval on this first ride.
Thankfully, Prashanth was by my side—navigator and rain-buffer. We zipped through to Egmore with city streaks blurring past. Joined by Sengu, we detoured to Triplicane’s Sri Parthasarathy Temple. That unscheduled stop felt intentional, almost ritualistic.
From dealer to deity to doorstep—it wasn’t just a commute. It was a consecration. And the Zing? Already family.
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