It’s not every day in life that you come across a true story like that and which makes you ROFLMAO. It happened one day when I and my buddy Yogi went to trip to Hash (all pseudo names). & trippy story it was. It so happens that Hash and HashDaddy (Hash’s daddy, obviously :)) used to go to many biking trips to celebrate life. This was when Hash was a teenager. All fun, just biking like this on a bullet is basically affluence in our poor country India. Kind of like this:
But there is something unique of roads in this part of the world that Westerners will find bewildering, surely to the high tech block chain community. You see the mean speed may be just 40 km/hr (~25 miles/hr) in most places and that is for a good reason. No, the major reason is not potholes like this one appearing in our financial capital of the country (yes, our mystical and mythical history gives us a sixth sense of these road mines):
No, it is not even our holy and revered cows (though most are ignored, sick and even eating dumpster trash plastic):
It is because of SURPRISE SURPRISE: it is US (no not United States, LOL. ‘Us’). We are too many on too little roads. Yes, we somehow manage:
A random car, person or a dog suddenly coming in front of your vehicle is just too expected and the norm. It might sound crazy, but not to us. Yes this is true. It is so crazy and by trial and error we learn how to navigate the dynamic maze at optimal speed. After all, can you really ask the traffic dog for directions?
In fact this is what star F1 driver Lewis Hamilton said about Indian roads: "I cannot fathom how vehicles converge at any given point from all directions at the same time and no one hits anyone. They all move away smoothly. Thank goodness, I do not drive on Indian roads." Coming back to Hash and daddy Hash’s story, it was a classic case of a tempo truck in front not obeying the standard mutually accepted unofficial Indian Road rules:
The tempo truck in front braked in just a yellow while daddy Hash driving from behind was starting throttle to beat the red. With gap between the two vehicles closing in, daddy Hash did a quick analysis. In a fraction of a second, a man’s brain thought this:
Braking won’t work, the heavy bike will not brake enough.
Teenage baby Hash at the back has no clue about the coming collision.
Can one of us be saved? I know about the collision 100 microsecond away, it can only be me.
Maybe if I save myself, I can take my baby to hospital! Do I repair the bike first?
And I go and I have liftoff.
From this point on what baby Hash saw is etched in the ROM of his brain. In a blink, daddy Hash jumps off from the motor bike’s driver seat, THE DRIVER SEAT. No brakes (except for the tempo truck in front, on just a YELLOW TRAFFIC LIGHT).
2 days later
Hash wakes up from coma, sees daddy Hash and shouts in Hindi “Fuck Off motherfucker”.
Yes, we invented Chess,… now we have to play it on the roads too, 100 moves in advance, every day, with dogs, cows and each other. Hope you liked this graphic short story. ‘Hash’ & ‘Yogi’ have got no clue about this story being published (or about Steemit, crypto currency or block chain technology). Do let me know in comments for further curious insights into this story from ‘Hash’ (and even daddy HASH). Will get them to read this, epic comments if any and hen get him to comment on it, & maybe about block chain if he’s not tripping.
:). Cheers