As safety issues pertaining to bikers are most important than any other thing so, I would like to contribute my own experience & hope that it will save someone when in a tight spot like i found myself a few days back.
So here it goes, pardon my naive writing style ,as i am no expert in the literary arena.
Every biker feels a sense of exhilaration cutting across their minds & souls when he is on his steed riding at astounding speeds.With currents of wind gushing past his ears ,sound of every other trivial & trifling nature gets filtered out by the unending urge , a burning desire for more thrill & adrenaline.
It is in such situations when some of us encounter a demon which is like a headhunter direct from biker's nightmare. The CrossRoads Demon.
Sounds familiar!!! As few of you start feeling tired & bored let me take you on a live ride scenario of what actually happened to me.
Time :8am ; Bike:CBZ Xtreme
Imagine yourself ready to go to work.You jump on your steed gleefully. Passion in your eyes, heart pounding with excitement & to add to it weather is astoundingly great after rain from previous night.You take your keys ,plug them in & fire in the hole. There comes the most amazing sound you ever heard of..(pardon me if i digress from the issue time & again to delve into the eternal beauty, charisma a bike holds in mind of a biker...i cannot help it)...So you ride into the open.With road in excellent condition ,your steed literally begs you for throttle & like a trustworthy partner you obey.
Bike burns through the tarmac, churning out every last bit of life it has inside its gut.Now when you are on the cloud nine, cutting across skies, suddenly out of nowhere a cross-section appears in front of you.To complement your bad dream & to make sure it turns out to be a NDE (Near Death Experience) for you & your noble steed, a rider appears from your right trying to cut through the crossroad, completely oblivious to your presence.You still pretty much on the fateful cloud nine, suddenly become aware of the situation & with all your inherent biker instincts rushing in to save you, you press the front disc & rear breaks. By gods grace your tyres dont lock themselves & you successfully manage a way out ,with a story to tell afterwards.You glance back at the reaper(sorry..my mistake...the rider), that villian, of your nightmare & he unfazed, beams back a smile & says "Breaks nhi hai kya". I thought "Boss agar breaks nahi hote to hum dono kahin aur hi hote".
I slowed down my speed to a minimal still in a state of aftershock, trying to recollect what actually happened & it took me not more than a second to figure out that i just had my first date with the Crossroads Demon.
If i had been a hero of some classic cult science fiction movie , i would turn back & still see the demon with his hollow,dry & frightening smile staring right back at me & gnawing his paws in frustration for the chance he just missed on a precious soul.



He was luckier, as he escaped on the same bike he crashed.


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