I look at the window, trying to find the source of the floral smell. Seems natural and not some artificial room freshener sprayed. I can barely move my neck without feeling the stiffness and pain so I don’t even try.
I try to sniff but it hurts even to do that. And I doze back, only to be woken by the nurse walking by me and checking something. I try to ask her, but it seems she looks at me and replies in sign language. Seems my mutterings are illegible and she seems to be telling me to keep resting.
I close my eyes, maybe someone who visited….., maybe I can ask them, what , how….
I opened the lid of my helmet, to let the cool wind hit my face. woo!! hoo!! I gave out a scream, wanted the world to know the world we won. I mean, every gunner in the world would be ecstatic today, as I shifted to the top gear and saw the speedometer flash triple digits.
I saw the flash of colors up head in the sky as it lit the nightscape, i slowed down and wondered. Maybe some crazy fan must be celebrating arsenal fc winning the Champions league. I stopped at the side, and started clicking that perfect burst of firecrackers to put on my insta story.
When I was just about to close the phone, I happened to scroll through someone’s insta-reel, and some noob just posted a 0-60 time of 4.99 seconds claiming you can’t beat the speed-demon. I smirked, “lol! thats not fast!.
I will show you, whats speed. I put the phone into my jeans back pocket.
And already feeling invincible(thanks to arsenal win), I went into race mode. Crouching onto the fuel tank, I revved the bike hard in the first gear and let go. Yamaha R15 or as I call it the NightWing, pranced ahead, as the rpm revv limiter hit 11,000 rpm I would perform the quickest gear shift using techniques of an ace taijutsu shinobi (lets hi five if you got the reference). The buzz of engine, the howling wind and the adrenaline rush saw me zoom past 60kmph, and nearing 100kmph I gave out the f-word.
I hadn’t mounted my gopro to the helmet, so there was no evidence of 0-60 kmph record breaking time. And as I sat there cursing by the side of the road, I reached out to my pocket and it dawned on me that my phone wasn’t there.
The way I reacted could make Mr. bean’s panicked behavior look normal. And rest of all is a blurred, with scant memory of me running behind on the road that I was speeding, scanning the tarmac for my broken phone (it shouldn’t be, I had a tough case and protector glass on it..aah!)
Maybe it was either the lights or the rush or the confusion, I only remember being hit and feeling wet warmth in my limbs and then some sound of scraping of metal quickly drowned by shooting pain through parts of my body finally as I closed my eyes I could smell petrol.
And here I was inhaling with great difficulty, the soothing smell of carnations. Waiting for someone to come and tell me if they found my phone. Can’t wait to comment to the noob, that I can beat his useless speed record of 0-60 on r15…….