It roars across the city raising the dust in its tracks. It clears all the traffic in its way no matter how thick it is. It feels like a monster and guzzles fuel by the gallon. It is a long standing symbol of power, aggression and arrogance. And no, I am not talking about the Humvee or the Haryana Roadways bus. She is my Yamaha RX-135, set loose in the city of Bangalore.