Named after the famous wife of Jonathan Harker, Wilhelmina, “Mina” as we refer to her, burst into our lives on October 31 2015. Well, burst into mine, more seeped into my wife’s. A Royal Enfield 500 Classic. ~Sigh~…I was smitten from the first moment I saw her. Alone and cold in a nasty dealership showroom, an immediate rescue operation was put into action!After all, I had been in Delhi for almost two years, I NEEDED a bike. I had earned my Indian driving stripes, after many a scream, scorn and outright put down from my instructor. My Princess Bride finally passed me with a grade of ”oh god, now you drive like a Delhi person only”….High praise for a Canadian born and raised on the polite streets of Toronto.
So here’s the truth of it, we know why men refer to all things mechanical in the gender specific fairer sex? Don’t we? Simply explained, any inanimate object that requires attention, pampering, spoiling, regaling, encouragement, egging on or flat out bribery to operate as intended is….well, it’s obviously female. Don’t get angry…it’s a compliment. “Operate as intended” mean to operate without deviation, intuition, spontaneity, coquettish mannerisms, volatility behavior or any other variance in the norm that men have no idea how to explain……and WHO would want a female companion like THAT? Not I say I, with one eye on my wife as she reads this explanation. Have you ever been sitting in a torrential rain on a motor cycle? A motorcycle that has been doted upon and cherished its entire life. And it chooses THAT moment NOT to start? You can hear it, ”Come on sweetheart, not now…why would she do this NOW??”
Over the next twelve months, Mina would see us through hideous city traffic, stunning lush valleys, wrath of god rain, dense and humid jungle, ever ascending mountain roads and one or two very near “meet the angels” experiences. She would make us saddle sore, stiff, achy and somewhat bitchy. We would shiver cold, sweat hot, drip wet and buffer in gale force wind. She would bring us bliss, serenity, wonderment and awe. Mina would take my Princess Bride and I to places I never dreamed I would be. Some of these adventures I will willingly share with you in future blogs….but to the question, in question!
It’s simple enough really, why we name things, our cars, planes, trucks, jeeps, boats, bikes, scooters, skateboards, surfboards, literally ANYTHING that moves us. What’s in a name you ask? I think it’s a reflection of the rider in this case. But as for the rest of us? I think it’s a named precursor to upcoming adventures, a fixed commentary for the experiences yet to come, a cool handle to which we can refer to our mechanical side kick, an identifier for that lump of machinery on the driveway or in the garage. It’s an extension of us, that aint us, but damn it’s cool enough to be us. A name to shout while looking for lost keys, a nice way to introduce your ride to your buddies…but most of all…it’s outta love.