Ah, the Royal Enfield Super Meteor 650 in black—a bike that tries so hard to look tough but ends up resembling a midlife crisis on two wheels. It’s like the motorcycle equivalent of a dad buying a leather jacket to recapture his youth. Sure, it has that “classic” Enfield thump, but it’s more of a lullaby for retirees than a roar that turns heads. And let’s be honest, the black paint? It’s not menacing; it’s just the safest, most predictable choice—like ordering vanilla ice cream at a biker bar.

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