Few days ago Mr. Ghost rider had come to Bangalore, covering 50kms from New Airport road towards Electronic city. But when reached silkboard junction, unexpectedly the fiery, fearful, raging bike stopped abruptly at the Silkboard junction. In fact his lower jaw was hanging loose over his shoulder, ribcage cluttered and his pelvic joint off track spinal bone. With much anguish and anger he screamed louder, his scream thundered to miles. Lampposts fell like matchsticks. The reason for his and his 2 wheeler current status was traced to the abundant potholes, manholes and yes supermanholes on Bangalore city roads. He cited "I feel like a bunch of nails were shuffled inside a tin box". The silencer of the vehicle had fallen somewhere back and he hadn't realised.
To relieve his tensed muscles bones he stopped his bike in front on 'Nair tea kadai', at 11:55 p.m. After 5 minutes, traffic truck ruthlessly, pulled the rugged beast into the truck as it had struck 12 and the parking sign board for the day was on the other side. After 6 months all the major parts of the vehicle were sabotaged and sold, whatever was remaining was dumped on silkboard footpath.
When I saw this plighful condition, I could nothing but only take this picture!
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