What is a nightmare for a bike rider when he is at 60 kmph, travelling at speed of knots? No it is not a call on his mobile phone; No it is not dust into his eyes; No it is not what he is thinking; No it is not a bird shiting on his elbow;
It is a social animal with a instrument which has an antenna....yes it is an aunty with a mobile phone!! It is more than a road block to get rid off. Just the day before I was riding my new pulsar 220; which was at say 55 kmph, and acclerating with a dashing speed..
I was just overtaking an auto from its right, the auto suddenly came to a standstill, just I was going to overtake it. I had a blind spot as the auto was right in front of me. I still had some space, where I could go on. But my sixth sense told me to slow down.
I feared a speed breaker; at 55 Kmph, I have to suddenly brake. With my disc brakes, I could have made it; but there was no sign of it. So I thought I should acclerate again and leave the auto behind.
There came the 300 pound road block just inches before my bike; just as my involuntary brakes came on; I stopped just 2 cms in front of her; may be even that is too much of a measurement. Only 1 cms, I almost hit her by 1 cm....
I could hear what she was speaking; for a moment she seemed to be so casual as if nothing had happened. By the way she was not speaking to me; she was on the mobile; talking to her boy friend I guess. She said; "I just crossed the road!!"
I just told to myself; "You just crossed the gate of yamaraja!!" Just that here the bull was my Pulsar 220........