In 1993, I met with an accident fracturing my right arm, resulting in my right arm being put in a cast for three months. At that time, I was posted as a Brigade Major at an artillery brigade headquarters. I owned a Yamaha Rajdoot Motorcycle then. The accident resulted in the motorcycle resting in a corner of our garage.
A few weeks into this sedentary state of my motorcycle, Marina, very nonchalantly asked me whether she could ride it. She until then was riding her moped and I never took her question very seriously. I casually explained to her the gears, clutch, brake, accelerator etc and also the methodology to start and ride the motorcycle.
Little did I realise that she will take off immediately, but she did. She was the champion athlete in her school days and had represented her district at Kerala State level – no mean achievement. I did not appreciate that she was still enthralled by speed, now of a different variety. That was it – like fish to water, she took on to driving the motorcycle and I, on to the pillion with my hand in a cast, fearing the worst for my hand that wasn’t in a cast!