Wow! What a way back home! It was drizzling slightly and a little over 8 pm already, when I started home from work. I had a giggle with my team chums during the elevator ride to the basement, and waved them bye for the rainy weekend up ahead. Nothing prevailed in my thoughts then, about how rough or tough, the ride was going to be, as I was used to those frequent unfavourable weather trips, with a trustworthy 125cc Honda, all along.
I should have worn my rain coat before cranking my bike, for which I had to regret a little later. Despite my friend's warning of the 'sure-fire' heavy showers (North East monsoon rains), I ventured out gearless. And sooner, I had to see for myself, those drizzles and the monstrous clouds that were piling up and gaining momentum for a big time lavish spell. Leaving me option less, I had to pull over by the curb of a scrap metal store to put back on the rain coat. Little had I known then, that there was dispersed metal debris on the ground.
Braving the showers, with the rain coat on, I pumped up my bike to hit the highway."Oops...ugggh... guggh...what was that?!? Have I spelled it out loud? Nope... Not at all! The rear wheel of my bike did! Apparently, the deal between the metal debris and those soft tyres of the bike, a little while before, had paid off to work against me. By then, the drizzles turned out to be mighty torrents and started falling hard on me, penalising for the unwanted pit stop, I just made back then.
I had no other go, but to start pushing the bike, without any second thought. My bad! I was already couple of miles away from the nearest puncture shop, which I discovered by word of mouth. To make matters worse, I was stuck on the service road, connecting the high way and so, I had to push the bike opposing the traffic.
And there was a lesson waiting up for me: There shall be no courtesy, whatsoever, from the fellow riders, even to let someone push themselves or their stuff across the road. Not even did they pay a two-second long glimpse at my sorry state of dragging a tonne amidst the heavy downpour.
I just had to push, push and push all the way, breathlessly begging for some way.
Every fifty metres, I had to stop and flex my nerves, so that I can pull the dead beast along. But then, at every other metre, I had to stare at these cars behind me that would light me up with the high beams and honk at my back with their cacophonic horns. Thank God! At least, they had those furious eyes to see me pushing a flat tyre!! That was obvious and what is 'way too obvious': Little are the chances that pedestrians can survive on the ever growing vehicular population sans common sense.
And finally there, the hero of the day (to me, after all) who was busy fixing bicycle parts at his shop, gave an appointment to fix the tyre (his first service on a motor bike tyre, ever). I had to spend Rs 200 for a new tyre tube and an hour long impatient, drenched, standing wait. Never mind! So many things to ponder upon: the least, being my luck that day and the most, being the apathetic, insensitive riders and drivers that co-exist on our roads.