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I love motorbikes, I have always wanted to own one, I have a dream bike instead of car, unlike most people I know. And its not even one of those high end models, just a normal, local, not so cheap ones. But I would have to learn how to drive one. I have to re-learn to be more precise. Everytime I visit my cousins, I learn, which is once every few years.
I went down to meet them this time, after two years. And last time I rode close to 20kms, without much effort or fear. So, when I said I want to ride again, my cousin relinquished it to me. It was exhilarating, wind hitting my face and hair bellowing back. I love the feel of freedom the usually accompanies the rides. But I was too out of touch, that I couldnt control the pace, and at one dangerous turn, "tested gravity". Bruised and bleeding, it took us a while to get first aid. I spent the next two days applying betadiene to my scrathes and systaflam to a big bruise on my leg, that still refuses to budge after almost a week. It did scare me to ride again. So we went down next day on same path, to knock of the cowardice, I wont say we succeeded, my hands shook as we neared the turn, but I did manage to maneuver the same.
I am still scared, and maybe I would beat it off eventually, by the time I visit again. When I am more in control of my mind and moods. And not bound to bouts of insanity. When my first thought after seeing blood running down my hands and knees wouldnt be to tell a guy that I fell, specially who is too busy to notice. Bruised body, let alone bruised pride and bleeding heart.
I went down to meet them this time, after two years. And last time I rode close to 20kms, without much effort or fear. So, when I said I want to ride again, my cousin relinquished it to me. It was exhilarating, wind hitting my face and hair bellowing back. I love the feel of freedom the usually accompanies the rides. But I was too out of touch, that I couldnt control the pace, and at one dangerous turn, "tested gravity". Bruised and bleeding, it took us a while to get first aid. I spent the next two days applying betadiene to my scrathes and systaflam to a big bruise on my leg, that still refuses to budge after almost a week. It did scare me to ride again. So we went down next day on same path, to knock of the cowardice, I wont say we succeeded, my hands shook as we neared the turn, but I did manage to maneuver the same.
I am still scared, and maybe I would beat it off eventually, by the time I visit again. When I am more in control of my mind and moods. And not bound to bouts of insanity. When my first thought after seeing blood running down my hands and knees wouldnt be to tell a guy that I fell, specially who is too busy to notice. Bruised body, let alone bruised pride and bleeding heart.
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