There's a favorite saying of bikers. "There are two kinds of bikers; those who have fallen, and those who will". I guess I have one foot planted firmly in both the categories!!
Sunday, I was returning from Innovative Multiplex. Had gone to watch Black with a friend. While returning, I was "distracted" for a second. Next thing I knew was that I was too close to the median. Braked, skid, and hit the median hard.
People on the road stopped and helped me lift the bike. Took it to the side of the road. Did a damage assessment on self. No wounds that could be seen. Just small bruises on palm of my right hand. Right leg hurt like hell. But told everyone that I was fine. Asked my friend how she was. She said that she was fine. (Turned out later, that she had lied too). Assuming that she was fine and there was no need to panic, I decided to leave. Since my right leg was paining badly and my battery was discharged, I asked one of the good samaritans who had stopped to help me start the bike. But they were unable to do so. So I had to do it myself (my leg hurt like hell!!)
Started off. The road was bumpy and my friend asked me to ride a little slow. Apparently she was hurting. Told her that I'll take her to a hospital, but she said no. So took her home. And got home myself. Took off my jeans expecting the worst. But it wasn't too bad. My thigh was bruised badly. But not a very serious injury. My entire right leg hurt like hell. I couldn't sleep well that night.
Next morning dad took me to Baptist Hospital where the doctor ruled out a fracture. One painkiller and one tetanus injection later, I was on my way home.
That evening she went to a doc. After checkup doc told her that she was fine.
Thank our stars that we got out of it with no serious injuries.
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