There’s something about the Bullet. Like the King in a period movie, who only appears in a few shots but has somehow cast a spell on you. Like the antagonist in a short story who, by virtue of a few exquisitely cast out lines, has bowled you over in a short span. Like the hero/protagonist who makes an entrance by turning the corner of a street, slowly and with dramatic effect, with some blazing, emphatic background music fraying vibrations everywhere. Like the violin section of a soundtrack that only ever manifests itself for a precious little montage, but still manages to make you listen to it again and again.
Like I said, there is something inherently charming about the Bullet.
Something that is undeniable about the bike is that it is the cynosure of all eyes. It is THE cynosure. It is THE one bike that makes every set of eyes screech to a halt and turn, however awkward, to witness the spectacle that is, the Bullet.
Or in other words, everybody knows that a Bullet is coming; everybody knows that they are going to look at it; everybody knows that when a Bullet materializes, it is time to pay obeisance.
Now, this is not just because of its sound. Something unique as it is, it foretells of a Bullet’s arrival in a grand, unflinching fashion. The sound is the trademark of the bike. The bike does not come without the sound. The sound feels out of place without the bike. Yeah.
You don’t have to know how to ride a Bullet to be awestruck by it. You needn't have commandeered it to be amazed by it. If you happen to witness the materialization of a Bullet, you will want to slide you hand across its majestic and yet subtly elegant body. You will want to look at the engraving on the bike, softly graze your fingers across it, maybe look at it from an inclined angle so that the sun catches it at a seductive angle. You may want to pat the seats a few times, cock the engine a few whirls- you may not know about the balance about the bike, you may be unaware of the torque that it offers, but whatever be the case, not being cast in a Bullet’s spell is a colossal rarity.
The appearance… a Bullet’s looks is what makes everybody stop and stare. The heavy yet elegant exterior that talks about powerful, dominating interiors; the intimidating vibes that the bike gives off, which are hypnotic; the feeling of pride that it bestows upon its rider… that is paramount. That is unparalleled. That is… the pinnacle.