The best first-crash

I was ripping alone on the empty 2-lane road from hyderabad via warangal to my home town khammam under the scorching sun,but that heat didnt bother my ride a bit.I was wondering,or rather planning,what i'm gonna do on the day of completion of an year i bought 'rip'(may be it sounds weird that i named my bike,but yeah why not).A ride in august weather would be awesome i thought,comparing to the boiling summers.The best thing i loved about that route is the well banked roads at curves and at one such curve, i overtook few 2-wheelers in a flash ,speedo battling around 130 kmph and then I didnt know something that i always dreaded of,something that i always had nightmares of,something i never had in my 8-9 years of riding experience is about to happen on the road ahead.I'm flying,literally i felt like it,in the middle of the road and i guess at around 200 mts ahead there was an 8-seater auto going steadily,till then,on the left margin.That drunken bastard turned the vehicle wildly into middle of the road with far-more-than normal speed any auto can be turned anywhere.

That was it,that moment of shock was followed by one of the deadliest incidents in my life.I chose to hit the auto(out of Intution,may be) coz at that speed running off the road or hitting the vehicle at the edges is not a good option,i thought, and i couldnt estimate the uncertainity of that guy.I remember ,a photographic memory,crashing into the middle of the auto at perfect right angle with that 'Thud' at that speed, I flew off the bike into the auto with my head followed by rest of the body.The next moment i ended up on the road a few feet away from the auto(Yeah,I flew through the middle of the auto and landed on the other side doing a somersault in course of trajectory).I wondedered if i'm gonna die,if that is it with me and my life,but quickly i stood up,trembling on my legs taking off the helmet(which lost the visor in the process),the bag im wearing and spectacles at one place on the edge of the road.I felt pain bursting out of each and every inch of my body,as if its trying to pierce me into pieces.I sat on a small rock by the side looking at the bike stuck into the auto ,oil flowing out slowly,borken parts spread all over the road.I felt no more physical pain,all my senses became numb,i could see,through the gaps between the people gathered around me, the whole front part of the bike in most terrible shape.All this time people were asking me random questions but i couldnt hear anything.With lot of effort,mentally,i walked to the bike(to see and to touch it in that condition was one of the painful thing that i've ever been through) somehow took out the keys.

I assumed that i'm okay except the burning arms(yeah i felt they're burning from inside) ,asked the people around me to call 108.I hated the auto driver to such extent that i didnt even wanted to see his face or argue with him over the incident.Surprisngly people supported me abusing the auto guy finding out that he is drunk(to my shock there isnt even a turn to take from that road for the guy to take an abrupt right!!).One nice-guy helped me with my luggage,took me off on his bike(he knows how terribly fast 108 ambulances are, i guess) till 108 runs into us on the way to hospital.He told me about a recent indident that happened infrotn of him when a lady died 2 minutes before the ambulance reached after around 1-hour the accident occured.(I thanked him lot of times,may be my brain was stuck in a loop, admiring him in my thoughts with gratitude).I maded necessary calls to my family,assuring that i'm okay, to look after the bike insurance or cas if any.(All the pain from bruises or the badly swelling right hand didnt bother me much,it felt terrible to see and leave the bike in that condition on the road.Helpless).After the necessary first aid and saline injected into my hand bursting further pain into my hand,i lay there on the bed with fuckedup thoughts blowing my mind in every possible way.witnessing tears on my loved ones after seeing me there , i could only utter 'sorry'.I assured them i'm really okay except the arms, to my relief they were convinced that nothing terrible happened to me.After going back home, after the whole painfull thing to see how my family is worried all the time i wondered "After seeing all this, can i even take a risk again,can i really do what i want/love to do without caring about anything else".Somehow i cheered them up describing the incident , how lucky i was, how miraclous that feat through the auto was etc. though that didnt help much.

Anyway i learned not to take little potential risks that i ignore here and then ,it may take some time to 'rip' my bike again on hyd roads,people are annoyed after finding out the insurance estimate around 60K.I'm gonna miss the bike for a while and will look forward to see it in good condition again.Its odd/weird to start off my motorcycle diaries with a tragic incident but yeah im writing(again) and i had awesome rides before that i'd love to share and hope you guys will have good time reading this stuff(I dont mean ,reading about this accident).Pardon me for all the spells,grammar and all crap.

Little word or advice to fellow bikers or guys who take risks here and then.. " play hard n play safe".It's not always the best thing to rely on probability or calcuated risk sometimes.Logging out.Cya.