The helmet was off.
Everything looks different when riding without a helmet. Everything is clearer, sharper.
Though that didn't help me when it came to my fair share of minor and not-so-minor accidents.
I felt that rush, the exhilirating sense you get only from speed.
The speedometer read 120kmph, a usual for me. I throttled to the end.
My hair whipped around my head fiercely. I could feel it flying behind me.
I could feel the raw power of my 220 beneath me, revving to its max. It hadn't started its groaning yet.
I looked behind me, mirrors were not cool where I belonged. Ashish was right on my tail. As were the others.
His R15 hadn't reached its max. Yet.
I checked my odometer. It read 6102 kms. Good, i thought. 8 more kilometers to go. I smiled.
It was NICE Road, as we called it, and here was where I felt I belonged. Nothing but the clear, open
road to keep you busy. I hung out here with my friends most of the times. No traffic, no cops(well, almost, but nothing my friend couldn't handle because of his extremely influential dad.). Nothing to distract you from bikes except for beer and cigarettes, and the ocassional weed. Yes, it was fun, and this was what we did. Hustle money out of cocky bikers.
We didn't do this just for the money. It was just what we were good at, and we liked it anyways.
Once, we'd even got caught by a bunch of newbie cops who didn't know us from around there.
What we didn't realise was that a very famous actor had apparently just passed away. And they were visibly upset and pissed.
Of course, San got us away. Let me tell you now, HE was an indivisible part of us even though he lacked proper biking skills.
I lurched back to the present from my flash-back as I saw a light moving towards us from the right. I probably should have slowed down,
but it WAS a drag and it was a challenge.
I grinned.
I throttled. So did my wingman, Ashish. The others were right behind him. As we drew close we saw he was a biker on a Pulsar 200. We didn't slow.
We zipped past him before he could figure out what the heck was going on.
But that was where it started to go wrong.
Ashish though a skilled rider had a thing with nerves. Usually the bikers we hustled out of didn't pose enough threat that his nerves showed.
These were no ordinary bikers. We'd heard about these two bikers from up north of Bangalore.
They took their biking seriously. They owned a couple of super bikes too. Only they felt it was more productive to make cash from lesser bikes in Bangalore. And THAT was the reason for our drag. We didn't like to be belittled in our city. So did they. This was the drag Bangalore city had been waiting for.
Ashish, from his nerves didn't cut through the biker from the right so well. He tried to get back his balance a little too quickly.
Newbie mistake.
I never saw it. I heard it.
I whipped my head back at the crunching noise of metal against cement and the squealing of the bike on its side, still moving forward.
I recongnised Ashish's blue black Pulsar immediately.
I crunched on my brakes and when it was slow enough I turned it around and stopped next to Ashish's bike, what remained of it.
Ashish was a bloody mess. Our rivals were already past us long back.
It didn't matter anymore. Nothing did somehow, until I could be sure Ash was going to be okay.
The rest of my group was with us in a second. I couldn't move, somehow. I was shocked beyond words or movement.
4 minutes. This was all supposed to be over in 4 minutes. How had the drag gone so horribly wrong?
I couldn't answer myself. We rushed him to a nearby hospital. So distracted I was that I didn't even notice the name.
A while later we found out Ash was going to be okay. A couple of fractures, bruises. Nothing serious. We'd already called his parents and they were on their way.
Though I myself had been in plenty of accidents before, I somehow blamed myself. I just couldn't bring myself to look into his eyes and see pain or shock. I shuffled in a while after the rest, but there was nothing to fear, Ash was grinning as I went in.
I smiled and said, "Its okay man. Don't beat yourself up over this. Nothing I haven't already done, so I can't really blame you."
He grinned.
And then it was all fine. For a while.
... To be continued