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2nd Editor’s Letter: When the Bell tolls

 

By Anton Popov,

Star Riders Russia

 

“Once you hear this sound, you will never ever forget it”, a friend of mine told me. I heard it in June 2005 – the sigh of metal setting free from its human-made form… That day I’ve been using my brand new Drag Star 1100 Classic as a routine daily ride. I was going to a place I did not really want to go to… A family member discovered she was terminally ill so I had to get there in an instant and join her in her grief. Selfish as it sounds, but I didn’t feel ready, nor had I any time to sort that information out in my mind. As I was thinking that stuff over and over again, I found myself in a steep blind curve at an inappropriately high speed. Instinctively I pressed the rear brake. Sure enough, it made the bike run at an even flatter trajectory, crossing the white line. And I saw that truck in the very last second. It was a thin line – ten inches left from getting away intact, ten inches right from sinking into the grave. I hit the truck at a tangent.

 

It took me some time to call my friends, find out everyone’s busy or drunk, to phone the emergency tech help. But it took much more to wait for the tech vehicle to arrive. Many of you know how it feels: you sit dumb and frustrated, basically out of your mind. The truck driver helped me to lift the bike and left, so there was no one around. Several motorcycles passed, including a highway patrol, but no one stopped. In a while, a top-notch Mercedes limo stopped by. A man looking like a banker or a well-to-do official went over and asked if I needed anything. I don’t remember if I said a word back. Most likely I just couldn’t. But he set off and was back in 10 minutes handing me a bottle of water and a roll of paper towels to wipe the blood off my face. In another hour or so there stopped another guy on an old squeaking midget. He stood there distressed he could give me nothing, not even a napkin. But suddenly his face was lit up by an idea. “Hey, man, d’you smoke?” he asked handing me a generous joint. “Halleluiah”, was all I could answer.

 

All in all, there were two lessons I learned that day:

1. If you don’t want to get somewhere – you won’t. So be careful with what you really desire.

2. When the bell tolls, help comes from an unexpected direction, not from the people you normally count on. And you never know, what this help would look like.

 

You really never know.

 

P.S. To keep up with the editorial policy, I would add that safety equipment rules. Oh, yes it does! Without knee, shoulder and elbow protection my limbs would have been broken. And without a helmet there would be no one to write this piece of graphorrhea JBe safe!

 



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