It was cold, dig it? And I’m just not used to being cold in India. You know the kind of cold that worries brass monkeys? Well, here I was riding in it. I was starting to question my sanity and get a serious dislike on for the ever helpful and always smiling sales guy at my local Royal Enfield shop. This, was his fault. It’s bloody 6:00 am and I am headed to Rohtak, the monster parantha sanctuary of India….on a Sunday. “Join our ride, sir”, he suggested one sunny (warm) afternoon at my local Royal Enfield dealership…….and I, seriously distracted by the display of shiny new helmets, agreed.