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I had just learned to drive a motorcycle. However, I did not own a bike and, so, was always on the lookout to borrow motorcycles from friends.
But this was easier said than done because no one would trust me with their vehicles. The thrill of driving, however, prompted me to request one and all, who owned a motorcycle, to allow me a ride.
One day I asked to borrow from a soldier friend. At first he would not hear of it but after a lot of persuasion, he finally agreed to lend me the motorcycle for a small ride. He, however, sounded me on the safety aspects, and threatened to recover any costs if his bike was damaged. I agreed to all these despite the fact that I had not even a single rupee in my pocket.
I urged another friend to accompany me as a pillion rider. He very hesitatingly occupied the pillion seat, not very sure of my driving skills. Anyway, he had to make some purchases in the market and, so, he took the risk.
The ride to the market was uneventful. While returning we had to halt at a traffic signal. Now, we spotted a traffic policeman at the distance. The sight of the traffic policeman scared me as I did not have a licence.
At that instant, the motorcycle engine abruptly stalled. I kicked at the starter, but it would not start. I asked my friend to get down so that I could start the motorcycle properly.
I saw the policeman approaching us, and at that very moment the traffic signal too turned green. Fortunately, one desperate kick brought the vehicle to life. In my haste to get away from the prying policeman, I shifted gears and was away.
"That was close," I said addressing my friend. "If he had demanded to see my licence, I would have been in deep trouble."
I kept making exclamations of relief but, surprisingly, there was not a word from my friend. I turned back to see what was the matter with him and found that my pillion rider was missing!
In my haste to get away from the policeman, I had forgotten that my friend had got down at the signal. Without waiting for him to sit again, I had sped away. I had traveled without him for almost 200 metres and had been talking to myself all the time!
I saw the friend trudging along, and waited for him to catch up. Needless to say, the friend never again rode pillion with me even though I had become quite a skillful rider.
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