So I was cruising the absolutely fantastic ghats coming down from Munnar, Kerala. The scenery was so fantastic, it could make you stop and stare. The weather so pleasant because of the rains, you wished to stay there forever. The roads were so brilliant, you could die and your biking heaven would be right there.
And suddenly, I almost did, and it almost was.
Fingers moving? Check.
Toes moving? Check.
Arms moving? Check.
Legs moving? Check.
Able to open eyes? Check.
Anything wet anywhere? No.
Woohoo!! I am alive!! I think.
Someone removed my helmet.
Someone gave me water.
The driver of the Tata Sumo did not come out of the car for 10 minutes. Someone later told me he was praying that I was alive.
After I stood up, I looked at myself, and at the horribly scratched helmet visor. My gloves were torn. My raincoat was torn at many places, exposing the protective elbow and knee pads below, which were themselves badly scraped.
My bike had a bent handlebar, amongst the many bent things. The headlight visor, the headlight housing and footrests were amongst the broken parts. It must have had taken some bouncing around, judging by the scratches and bends on both the sides.
I tried to recall what had happened. Of course, it had been mostly my mistake. I was cruising down smoothly, must have been doing around 50 (around 10-15 more than I should have) , when I saw the Sumo coming right in the middle of the road. I braked hard, and my rear tyre skidded to the right. And then it caught on something, and I was flying through the air. Landed head first. Straight on to the path of the oncoming car. The driver had hit the brakes by this time, and I only went and hit the slowing car. And bounced off it, to go straight into the guard rail at the edge of the road.
I think it sounds worse than it was. Or maybe not.
Why do I still consider myself lucky?
Because if the guard rail had not been there, I would have fallen some 150 – 200 feet down the steep cliff.
Because if the driver had not slowed down his vehicle, I might have been run over.
Because if I had not been wearing my helmet, I would have had a very pretty face. At least.
Because if I had not been wearing the protective pads, I would have had at least a couple of broken limbs.
I just hope I do not have to be this lucky again. 🙂