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		<description>Some years back, when I was a kid (though I still am!!), I used to sit in my balcony and reciting out the names of the vehicles that passed on the road in front of me. Each one, from Datsun to BMW, from Merc to Citroen. But that was some time back. And I guess with time, that interest died down. I met P. some years ago. He had the passion considerably blown to what I had some time back. Sometimes I would understand him, sometimes I would fail. And now, when I have my bike &#8230; [...]</description>
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