We could have died together.
It’s been so long since I’ve last blog. There seem to be a million more important things to do than blogging. Often I chose household chores, catching up with sleep and spending time with Hus over it, and these are more than enough to stop me from BLOGGING…
I’ve decided to blog today, because… We were almost killed yesterday. Hus and I were riding in PIE after church to go home, when it’s near clementi ave 6 exit, at abt 80 to 90km/h a car in front of us swerved out of his lane sharply to the left. Hus realized it’s bcos there was a metal bracket on the floor. According to his description, because I dint see it myself, it’s a metal C-shaped faced down (as high as a road curb) right in the middle of the lane.
We were too close to brake, Hus just ran over it. The bike jacked up as though we were performing some sort of stunts, and landed in a fraction of a second. I let out a short scream when we hit it, I was a little disappointed with myself for being a screamer at times. While the landing was the worst of the whole incident, the bike was shaking(not terribly), but you know you’re going to fall and in that split second, I was ready to fall and looking at the other vehicles around us that was also traveling close to our speed…
I had no time to get ready to die but I know we’re at the verge of death. Somehow the bike steadied itself… I felt relieved and I asked Hus wat happened, he said we just ran over a plank. Then he slowly explained the incident while we were still on the bike, we dint stop to check the damage since we’re reaching our destination in less than 5 mins.
He asked me when we were driving into the carpark if I thanked God, I said I did, and he said he did. Then I knew he wasn’t sure we could make it at the moment he ran over the “hurdle”.
His account: He saw the block when it was too late, a strong braking is only going to throw both of us out of the bike definitely, but he dint brake solely because there’s no time to. The vehicles on our left and right held their breath as we leaped into the unknown.
Hus had flashes back of all his previous accidents, the thoughts of skin acting as friction before your stumbling body comes to a stop; we bit his teeth hard while he steadied the bike. His thoughts were similar to mine at the landing; he’s waiting for a fall that’s to come next. He felt a little more pressurized because he had his wife as a pillion. A family unit almost wiped out.
He was thankful that there was another help from above that steadied the bike. He knew instantly that he was not the reason why we weren’t sent skiing on tarmac, another Hand held on, he said.
It was a risk when he chose to mount the block, should the metal block isn’t hard enough, we might have skidded with it. If we dint manage to go over it, the bike would have been stopped by it and both of us will to thrown out of the bike and be rolling on the hard floor before the vehicles behind us determines our fate by stopping in time or not.
Everything above dint happened, we have a good God who preserved us for something we have yet know.
The impact of the incident: the front wheel got a deep cut. Hus is considering giving up riding. Lastly, we’re thankful for a good God.
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