Blood ran from many wounds...
I'm very weak when I see so much blood. That has always been my weakness. I hate when I see gore. Real gore, not those that we often see frm the movies. I'm no stranger to seein RTAs... heck, I work at ED and I see bleedin ppl often.. once I even encountered a finger in a plastic bag of ice.
I hate bein reminded of mortality. Its so easy to ignore that fact when I am ridin @ high speed on the road. Often I muse that we are gambling everyday. Gambling with our lives against all the probability that could happen that might take our life away.
Take my last accident for example. I was juz negotiating a bend at speed of around 40km/h when the next thing I knw I was already sliding on the asphalt, my bike sliding away frm me to crash on the other side of the curb. The reason why? I didnt see ther was spillage of engine oil on the road. Totally unforseen and unexpected. Blood ran from the palm of my hand as I had stopped my sliding using my left hand. My khaki pants was also soaked in blood frm my pelvis... nice. The nicest thing was that ALL the pedestrians juz use their eyepower to giv me moral support as i limped to the other side of the road, use my bloodied hand and heaved my heavy bike up and THEN push it slowly to the side of the road. Thx pedestrians for ur silent 'support'.
I once remembered witnessin an RTA otw to send Maya home. It was quite bad really, the rider was totally unconscious and the front portion of his bike was scrap. After I dropped her off, I return back to the scene, intent to giv what aid I could. By then a small crowd was there, most doin nothin. I enquired the driver nearest to the victim and said that the SCDF was otw. True enought I could see the flashin lights of red n white from a distance. There wasnt much I could do, and rather than juz crowd around lookin good, I left the scene.
I hav cum across many RTAs as a rider. Once on the SLE I saw debris of parts of a bike and true enough I found the rider sitting halfway up lookin at the sky wif a stunned/unbelieving look on his face with the main wreckage of his bike just a short dist away, the lane slicked wif his blood! There were already other motorists on the road who hav dismounted to render wht aid they could giv. Me? I dismounted too... coz I was severely rattled by the blood smeared road! LoL!
Its always easy to forget how fragile life is. I am one of them. But then again, if I were to play it safe.. afraid that I might loose my life due to sum catastrophe or mishap outside, then I might as well be dead. What is life then if I were to be ensconsed in the safety of my own home? Isnt life abt takin risks n in apprecietin life by livin ur life to the fullest?
I went to Downtown wild wild wet a couple of days back wif Maya, Imah n Boboy. Boboy n me were the 1st one to try all all the most 'xtreme' rides. Why? Coz we luv facing the fear n then get away with it. Slide up was an example... we were eager, yes. But once we went thru it once, we were shaken but laughing our heart out. The ladies were more reluctant, but we finally able to coax them by offering to go again with them this time. Maya was much braver than I thought... Imah was still in doubt even when at the peak of the beginning of Slide Up.
So life goes on, they say. I always believe in balancing hard werk wif equally lotsa fun. And that day was definately one of them. With ramadhan fast approaching, i prepare myself. This sat, I will go to the pusara to do sum general maintenance of all those who hav gone before me.
When my time to go comes, then its my time to go. Fearin and worryin for sumthing that might/might not happen is not worth it. So I juz live my life the way I see fit.
