Re: The Safe Riding thread Hello all, a recent incident got me thinking:
My colony roads have recently dealt with a situation of a five young kids (18-20 yrs old at the max.), blessed by their fathers with 250+ cc Dukes, a pulsar 220, a ninja 600cc and some other bike which I'm not too familiar with. They would zip across the colony roads late night, past 12:00 mostly, not even slowing down at intersections - almost like trying to live out some scene from a hollywood movie or a grand prix circuit.
The noise or the racket they created was a minor complaint compared to the risk they put themselves in + the risk to some car/biker who would be using the road late at night, completely unaware that there'll be a herd of bikes, blindly rushing past at 70-80 kmph, even at the cross roads.
Last night I was working late at home and around midnight, I heard raised voices. A few of the immediate neighbours came out and called for me. The situation was that some of the furious colony members had caught these kids in the act, literally rounded them up and were almost at the point of physically harming them by the time we had arrived at the scene.
The kids were, of course, scared witless - with extreme apologies and pleads to us to not inform their parents. Some of the members softened up after a while but a few persisted in hammering down their 'crime' even harder. It reached a point when someone suggested calling the cops.
I stepped in - out of impulse and with no idea what I was doing, but something inside of me told me I had to (I'm not generally one known to do such things). I knew the loudest of the neighbour very well and told him in private that I need exactly 15 mins with the boys at my place. He was unsure at first and of course, demanded to know what I had in mind. I just told him to trust me on this.
After all the commotion/discussion died down, the boys and three of the neighbours were at my place, in front of my TV. My wife, though surprised, knew exactly what I was up to. I turned down the lights and played the one documentary I hold very, very close to my heart on my 43" plasma TV :
Why We Ride.
The neighbours who landed up my place opened their mouth to say something but I motioned to be quiet. I watched the boys reactions change from puzzlement to pure concentration. The neighbours, annoyed at first, also sat in rapt attention. I paused the film, I think in about 10 or 12 minutes. No one moved for whole minute. Once again, I noticed that this one film can hold anyone's attention.
I turned on the lights and told the boys that I'll have copies of this film made by tomorrow and requested to watch the film with their friends. I requested the neighbours to understand the energy levels that run around at their age and what happens when they mix that with souped-up, street legal racers.
But almost immediately, the voices of dissent were raised and their 'crime' was out on the table for punishment. They took the boys back to their bikes and I didn't follow. I knew it had no effect on the adults, but somewhere - I was sure of it - somewhere, the film had touched the kids.
The next evening, they came over, all five of them. I sat down with them, to apologies and thank you-s at my living room once again. I heard them out and simply told them this (or something like this, don't remember all of it): "We're all riders. Any one of us who has motorbike, is inevitably part of the family. We take risks no other motorists do: we weather good roads, bad roads, bad traffic, sudden lane changes by larger vehicles, a chance of a tyre burst and what not. Two wheels are the only reason we belong in the same family. And we need respect. We need mutual respect. We need to respect the machines we ride. We need to be thankful we can ride another day. Ride to stay alive please..."
It helped. I don't where they take out all the extra energy nowadays, but the madness stopped & whenever they ride or drive by now, they do at a safe speed and myself + the neighbours get a nod or a smile from these kids.
Got me thinking : Those of us are in our forties now and have been riders in the younger days must have gone through the same speed-freak stage. I'm sure any young one who's just learnt how to handle a motorcycle and feels the rush of speed cannot resist the same. It's natural. A few falls and huge bills will sober this down automatically.
However, very few of us got our hands on bikes that's more than a 100cc during the 80's...Today a 180-200cc is pretty much a standard. Better braking systems, torque, lighting and handling are all just the right cocktail mix for the new age youngsters to go bonkers on a two wheeler. Speed is power and power is being horribly misused.
When are we going promote rider education for the young ones that will join this family? How many accidents will it take for us who are capable, to not just merely hand over the keys to a motorcycle and say, "ride safe, son"?
Maybe we need to help the new generation more pro-actively. It certainly can help. I can vouch for that. But I have no idea how to promote this feeling I have inside to help, and I would love to. Any ideas?
Just thought I'd share this question within me with everyone. I feel it's a point to ponder about. Ciao and thanks for reading!
Last edited by rideon74 : 5th August 2014 at 21:52.
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