He flipped to Chapter 4: Fuel System . He followed the diagrams, his eyes darting between the black-and-white exploded views of the carburetor and the actual brass bits in his hand. The manual spoke to him in a language of "Float Heights" and "Main Jets."

Ravi didn't look up. He was busy checking the with a feeler gauge. "The manual says she’ll run," he muttered.

Ravi wiped a smudge of grease onto his jeans, tucked the manual into his backpack like a talisman, and rode out of the alley. The bike didn't just feel fixed; it felt understood.

He clicked the seat back into place, turned the key, and held his breath. He kicked the lever. Once. Twice. On the third attempt, the 135cc engine barked to life, settling into that signature rhythmic Pulsar purr.

Deep in the back of a cluttered garage in Pune, Ravi stared at his . It was a "Light Sport" legend, but right now, it was just a heavy piece of metal that refused to start.