State Of Mind Is Important When You Are On The Roads

Yesterday evening. I was in an accident. Nothing fatal. Just minor. I had to make an abrupt stop or risk my life. The roads were slippery. Drying up from the monsoon. It had been raining for the past few days. I was riding at approximately forty to forty-five kilometres per hour. I was not speeding. Or was i. The motorcycle skided when i applied the emergency brakes. I closed throttle instantaneously and applied the hand brake like nobody's business. I panicked. I think i neglected the footbrake. I cannot recall if i clutched in but i was sniffing the tar the next thing i remembered. That was the vivid moment. I hit the curb. Or road divider as some may call it. And so i lived to tell the tale surviving another day sharing with you what an ass i was. It was a bad fall. But i am fine. Just a few bumps and bruises. Thank God i was wearing denims. I woke up this morning aching all over. No big deal. But the motorcycle was in bad shape. Scratches of various lengths and sizes. The right rear mirror was flung off to God knows where. The right footrest was beyond repair it had to be replaced. It was dented as if it was made out of Plasticine. I had to drag the pitiful motorcycle on gear one all the way. It was noisy shit since i was unable to shift to higher gears. I must had damaged the internal mechanisms.