road story of april 2020
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Incredible India, and the incredible people.
My accident and the emblematic rescue operation by incredible
motorcycle community in India.
by Violeta Ivanova @ bikers club ®
Here I share with your readers the fantastic
story of my accident in India and the
emblematic rescue operation organized by
the incredible motorcycle community in
India. It is the story, which I can put in the
golden frame as a sample of bikers' hearts
and souls.
I started my ride with an escort from my host
and friend 'Ashish Poddar' in Udaipur. He
suggested to my husband and me to catch
the left route to Jaipur, and he warned us that
the other two routes were loaded with the
traffic and the constructions. It was hard for us
to stay together on the road since I was riding
a bike, and my husband was in the car with
our daughter. Soon after some toll station, we
got lost and separated, and I had to stop at
the gas station to feed my bike. After filling
gas, at the payment, my card did not work. I
didn't have enough cash, so I messaged my
husband to return to that point, but he didn't
reply because of the driving, and perhaps he
didn't see the message.
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The guy 'Praveen' from the individual
organization of motorcycle community in India
did it for me through some QR code when he
called me by realizing that I was stopped at that
point for a long time because of the live location
through which he was keeping a track on me
from Jaipur. He was the guy who was going to
be our host in Jaipur. I don't think I saw this type
of payment technology somewhere else in the
world.
I continued my ride in the heat, but I stopped
two more times for the water. The roads were
terrible, and the maintenance work was going
on in many patches. The sideways were also
dirty, crowded with trucks, bikes, rickshaws, and
animals. In the last moment before the accident,
I succeeded in overtaking all traffic. But when I
had to turn back on the highway, I saw a few
asphalt is around 40 cm higher than my line. I
decided not to jump over it but to catch the
spare line, hoping that both levels would be
equal somewhere upfront, but obviously, they
were not, so the last thing I remembered was
that I was falling.