Love For Yamaha

Bikes have always held a special place. Even for those who do not ride there is something about a motorcycle that stirs curiosity and admiration. The sound, the stance or the way a machine feels alive even when standing in idle. For some it is transport and for others it is memory, identity or emotion. For me bikes were never just machines during my childhood. They were dreams parked on roadsides, posters on bedroom walls and a factor that shaped childhood.

My love for Yamaha began in 2009. I did not ride one then. I only looked at the R1. That single bike was enough. As a child I did not understand engine configurations or spec sheets but I understood road presence. The R1 did not just look fast it looked sharp and unapologetic. That was the moment something settled inside. Seventeen years later that feeling has not changed.

The first bike I truly owned was the RX100 in 2018. It was raw, loud and light. There was no filter between rider and machine. Every throttle input, every vibration and every sound felt connected. It taught me what a motorcycle could feel like. Later came the R15 V3 in same year. That bike felt special in a different way. It looked like a proper sport machine yet welcomed everyday riding. Precision, Balance, VVA technology or the way it held corners and responded to inputs made it feel like a bike that wanted to be ridden well. It was not just about speed but about connection.

Today I no longer own a Yamaha. I ride a Royal Enfield now. It suits a different phase of life a different rhythm of riding. Yet the love for Yamaha never left. That says something. Brands come and go from garages but only a few stay in the heart.

Yamaha as a brand has always stood for something clear. They do not go behind trends blindly. They build machines with intent. Their engines are refined yet aggressive. Their bikes are known for rider focused engineering. Yamaha machines often feel lighter than they are, sharper than expected and eager in character. Whether it is a commuter, a sport bike or an adventure machine, there is always a sense that the rider was considered first.

Even today if asked to dream the answer remains the same. One day an R1. If the question is adventure the answer is still Yamaha. The Tenere would be my choice without hesitation. That speaks volumes. It is not nostalgia alone but a trust. Trust built over years of watching, riding, owning and admiring a yamaha.

This love comes from the inner child who once stared at a bike more than he ever looked at his books. The child who believed machines could have a soul. That child still exists. He still slows down when a Yamaha passes by. He still listens to the engine note. He still smiles.

Bikes change. Garages change. Life changes. But the love for yamaha does not.

Some choices are made early and never really change. What was yours?