The throaty roar of an inline-four, the swish of a chequered flag, the camaraderie of riding together, and the legends and their greatest hits.

Legends in Flesh

The beauty of old school friends is that they are completely clued in to your idiosyncrasies – in fact they don’t bat an eyelid. They are most likely to haul your ass over the proverbial fire, if you show any indication of not following your dream. They will come to Delhi to meet you, because the last time you met was over a year ago…and because they know you too, too well, they will also bring along a special pass for an exclusive event.

Of course, the event involves cars and motorcycles – the only reason any one would want to leave their homes on a weekend, shuffle through a dusty road that is usually used for polo, and brush shoulders with Delhi’s Fashionable people {who probably don’t really care about vintage cars and motorcycles any way}.

So, the Cartier Concours d’Elegance 2015 beckoned and I answered that siren song, entering the hallowed portals of Jaipur Polo Grounds with only one agenda: to be in the company of some of the most beautiful creatures in the world.

There she was, the 1939 Lagonda V12. Its faded paint just added to its beauty.

There she was, the 1935 Rolls Royce Phantom II Drophead, sitting pretty, proudly displaying her license place Jodhpur 1.

There she was, the 1961 Chrysler Imperial Crown Southampton (Oh Lord!).

There it was, the 1927 Rolls Royce Phantom I, defied description as I spent a lot of time circling the chrome-y car.

The 1934 Steward 1½ ton was unbelievable, the ultimate luxury bus.

As I tramped through the grass, at the back, I squealed! I had spotted the motorcycles.

A Ural. Yay!

A 1926 Harley-Davidson.

The 1926 AJs 850 V-Twin

There were all there, in a row, each one a beauty, an important bookmark in motorcycle history. In a world of tedious conformity, where the quest of technology, speed and efficiency is all-important, these vintage cars and motorcycles had a soul. For me, they represented times of passion and beauty. Scroll through the slideshow below. Aren’t they beautiful?

Now, this is happiness. At least that’s what I thought chomping on fresh pizza and a tall, cool glass of gin and tonic.

That’s when I heard it, a name that made me want to jump up and down like a bouncy retriever who has just spotted her favourite treat. Up he walked on to the wooden concourse to hand an award to the owner of a stunning 1936 Royal Enfield 500.

Dressed in casual blue jeans and a cream summer coat, Giacomo Agostini shook hands with Parvinder Singh, as I tried not to faint. The motorcycle racing legend is as unbelievable in real life, as he is among the pages of a racing history book.

Ago is the epitome of champions with 7 consecutive premier-class world championships to his name…and an 8th that followed two years later. He also took 7 consecutive world titles in the 350cc world championship. In flesh, he is the ultimate polite Italian, as he clasped my hand for a solid handshake, before slipping his arm around me to pose for a picture.

There couldn't have been a wider grin! The blogger and the legend! With Giacomo Agostini Image courtesy Anubha Charan / The Beauty Gypsy

There couldn’t have been a wider grin! The blogger and the legend! With Giacomo Agostini
Image courtesy Anubha Charan / The Beauty Gypsy

This was the moment I have always waited for. It was a moment I never thought I would have an opportunity to experience. It was a moment that defined me as a fan of motorcycle racing. My experience is complete.

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3 Responses

  1. Just catching up on what I should have read now we’re underway in Qatar, I needed a break – think I had blog burnout!! Wow, your grin says it all, I can imagine meeting Agostini is awesome and your grin tells me that assumption is 100% correct 🙂

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