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HELL MET and Alive !!!
We finally agreed to go but only after attending the reunion. The reunion went great and by the time we decided to leave CCD it was 4:30 and we were running late. We had one bike at our disposal, my FZ16. As usual it was he who was to ride and I insisted that he wear the helmet, as he never wears one. After a brief argument, he reluctantly agreed to were the helmet. It was a 20 km ride to Glenmorgan down winding roads.
I knew something was wrong an before I could ask him to slow down we were on a sharp right turn and to our right was a bus, an all of a sudden, out of nowhere came a tempo trying to overtake that bus. Our only option was to get of the road, but there was a cement ditch and a steep cliff to our left. He had no choice either and had to risk going in to that ditch.
We hit the ditch, and in that split second a million thoughts ran in to my mind. I knew he was wearing a helmet but I was not. I instinctively held to his jacket and put my head on his back (he is quiet well built). We hit the ditch and bounced back to the right and hit the road. In that brief moment, before my head jammed to his back, as we were hitting the road, I heard some thing as hard as plastic crack. And before I knew, both of us were off the bike and I could see my FZ getting dragged on the road. I hit the road and was dragged about 5 meters. I tried desperately to save my head by keeping my jaw to my chest and covering my face with my hands. And then there was silence.
I regained my consciousness and got up. It did not look like I was hurt but I knew it was too early to decide. All I could think of was my friend. I ran towards him he was flat on the ground. As I ran towards him he got up and asked me to check my bike. But I was least interested in my bike all I wanted to know was what happened to him.
He then showed me the helmet and I noticed that the jaw had broken in to two halves. Now I remembered that cracking noise, it was the helmet. He was badly bruised on his right knee, thanks to the lack of a crash guard on my FZ, but that was ok. I was miraculously fine thanks to my leather jacket which looked like some one ran a truck over it. Not a bruise or a broken bone not even a scratch and my head was as safe as it could have been, on my body. From that day onwards I swore never to ride a bike with out a helmet and proper riding gear. The Bike was damaged but being an all fiber body the replacements cost me a total of 1500 /-. There was a slight fork bend, my rear brake lever was bent and the front one was broken. The best part was that we were alive and kicking.
Thanks to all my fellow colleagues from xbhp who taught me the importance of a helmet and riding gear. It was the first thing I did as soon as I brought my bike, Buy the Helmet. I am glad that I got acquainted to bloggers here. I owe them one !!!!!
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