My lucky stars

Monday night, at around 12:20 am, I left office for home. It was a long, tough day, and I was tired. Just as I exited my office parking lot, two guys on a Yamaha RX135 zipped past, they didnt honk, or dip lights to let me know they were behind me. Anyway, since I heard them (which biker doesnt recognize the sound of a Yamaha?!!), I was able to moveout of the way, and they passed me without incident.

A few seconds later, a couple of guys on a Libero passed me. I was alittle miffed. I thought, heck, this is a Pulsar, I can catchup with these guys and leave them far behind. So, I opened up the throttle.

Now, the road I take home, Bellary Road, is a well tarred, 6-lane road, and traffic is pretty sprase and visibility is good, at night (the road is well-lit). Also, the road has this slight downward slope (this is the point where a bridge is overhead), and a corresponding upward slope.

I passed the guys on the Libero before I hit the downward slope. By the end of the slope I was doing 110 (my sigma recorded that). When I hit the upward slope, the wheels went off the ground and I landed witha slight wobble. I hardly had any time to reflect on how lucky I was that the wobble hadnt led to a fall, cos I saw the RX135 on the road, next to the median, turned towards me, headlight, indicators smashed. The footpeg was lying some feet away from the bike. The engine was revving at its limit, and it finally gave up in a puff of metallic smoke. But I couldnt see the rider and pillion. At that moment, my bike went into reserve and the engine shut off. Parked my bike on theside of the road and went up to the bike. Saw that the rider and pillion had fallen on the other side of the median. The were wearing jeans and t-shirt and floaters. No helmet. Luckily they didnt look too badly hurt, just dazed. I heard some of the people nearby comment thatthey both were drunk.

Anyway, the only casuality of the accident was the poor Yamaha engine. I saw that the engine casing had broken and some part had fallen out. It was too dark, and my knowledge of engines is too bad, to know what had fallen out.

As I rode away from the scene, I thought, that could've been me andthat could've been my bike. Rode the rest of the distance at a safe 50kmph, thanking my stars.