PRG Christmas Ride and a Surprise Boat Party in Dubai

Today's video is not sponsored by Santa Claus, but it might be sponsored by Christmas spirit and approximately half a jewellery shop riding on two wheels. This was the PRG Christmas ride, organized by our very own brother Shahbaz — better known as Goldman.

Goldman: The Man, The Myth, The Bullion

Let me explain the name. Goldman doesn't own gold. Gold owns him. He rides a Honda Gold Wing, which already sounds expensive, but his version looks like it fell into a jewellery store and came out stronger. Gold ornaments on the bike, gold chains on the man, gold rings, gold bracelets, gold boots. I genuinely believe he carries around 400 grams of gold on his body. If his bike ever breaks down, we're not calling roadside assistance — we're calling the Central Bank. For Christmas he'd gone further: lights, ornaments, and an actual small Christmas tree on the back of the Wing. The same man, by the way, who fixed the captain's jammed brakes at Hatta a week earlier and earned these organizing privileges.

About 20 to 25 riders showed up — more than usual, probably because word got out there would be a boat, food, and a man glowing like a Christmas tree. Everyone wore red, Santa hats everywhere; it looked less like a bike ride and more like a moving Christmas decorations aisle. Captain Mirza gave the briefing, and since I roasted his briefings in the last vlog, this time he made sure everyone listened — including himself. PRG now has post-roast drama, and the footage shows people openly laughing about it.

The Model Incident

We rolled to the waterfront behind Goldman's glowing Gold Wing — Santa upgraded from reindeer to 1,800cc of pure power — and parked so neatly even German engineers would shed a tear. Then, walking to the pier, we spotted a glamorous model posing on a terrace, and suddenly Dr. Daddy and Goldman were spiritually awakened. Goldman, dressed in full Santa kit, went up and offered her a photo with Santa.

She said no. Flat, clean, brutal. The rejection was so strong even the Christmas lights dimmed for a moment. We will of course be laughing about this for the next six business days.

Boats, Biryani and a Near Miss

We boarded like a desi wedding procession. Music on, terrace upstairs, chaos loading. Captain Mirza decided it was time for a fashion week audition — full catwalk on the deck, followed by Goldman. Two grown men doing runway walks on a moving boat dressed as Santa and a biker captain. Absolutely majestic. Behind them the sun set behind Burj Khalifa while my timelapse rolled, and Dr. Daddy led an Olympic-level dirty joke session that broke all his previous records.

Then food: beef kebab, chicken kebab, biryani, mutton korma and carrot pudding — calories officially did not count. And just as we relaxed, another big boat approached, both captains hesitated, and the hulls came close enough to literally touch before drifting apart. I aged three years in ten seconds. Then a giant cartoon mascot appeared and started dancing — not cute dancing, HR-complaint-level dancing — and everyone joined in anyway, because ultimately it is PRG.

Not all Christmas miracles have reindeer. Some have Gold Wing engines and far too much jewellery. Next up: desert camping plans where I finally test the Lone Rider MotoTent under real conditions — and if you like rides that end on water, PRG has previous form with the Movember cruise ship finale.

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