Hell's Angels !

Thats Nono on the left and me in the middle & thats my close friend Jai on the right. It was i and Jai who went to ladhak on my bike. He is best in the world for directions..

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Anonymous said…
Is that really you Abhi.??? whats wid the beard.. i bet jess is going to have a attack. haha...
10:37 am
Anonymous said…
So this is you in the pic... i so wanted to see ya.. you really look like a biker.. and Jai's cute too
10:38 am
Anonymous said…
You look raw. hehe i like raw men.. hey are you both brothers.... i like jai's cap.. he fits in well.
10:39 am
Anonymous said…
you got talent man. and you sure have looks.. what you doing in India man.. i think u should go global
10:44 am
Anonymous said…
I envy you guys... !
10:45 am
Anonymous said…
I like your stye.. your friend is cute too.. you both rock man...!!
10:47 am
Anonymous said…
Which one is you dude?? the middle one. You are so hot..!!!
4:29 pm
Anonymous said…
Hi, did you really went up to Ladakh on your bike. thats so cool.. Trust me dude you look hot in that look..

iam aditi from times.
3:45 pm
Anonymous said…
Awesome dude.. wish i could do someting like that. Even i have a enfeild.. but don't have guts to cross mountiains like you..
3:47 pm
Anonymous said…
Hey somebody told me about your blog.. love this picture.. feels like hell's angels stil live on..

You look awesome.. and Jai is so so cute.. he resembles some actor i forgot..
3:52 pm
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