008 The First motorcycle: True story from our childhood

The First motorcycle: True story from our childhood

Kids were playing football in road, when they saw a man riding the motorcycle. Motorcycle came with roaring sound and left smoke with lot of dust from mud road. They ran after motorcycle as far they could. He was muscular, sported a beard and was dressed neatly. Motorcycle leaned to sideways  in bend and then disappeared along with the hill road. Kids were impressed with rider's ability, style and macho.

They saw the motorcycle for the first time in their life.

They told this to father who said he was the new doctor who recently opened his shop in Naugaonkhal, 2 kilo meters uphill from their home in Pankhet. Doctor and their father became friends few days ago.

One evening, doctor came to their home in motorcycle. Kids were extremely happy to the motorcycle home. They tried to climb up the motorcycle. Doctor uncle asked them to be careful and then took them on joy ride for a few kilo meters. Kids feared the speed so to avoid the fall from motorcycle they caught each other and wind appeared double the speed so they had to close their eyes. It was a totally new and different experience for them.

Doctor uncle took tea and biscuits as he and Father had some chit chat. After some time, doctor uncle gave key of motorcycle to father and went to nearby village on foot a few days.  Kids again climbed up the motor cycle; Pappu tried to read “Yezdi” on its fuel tank, as they played with it entire evening.

Before dinner Mother said that motor cycle would be very expensive so to avoid the mist, it was better to keep it inside the veranda. Father didn’t know how to ride a motor cycle. He unlocked the motorcycle and pulled it without starting the engine. Kids pushed it from the back. They almost reached the veranda but there were 2 steps between the front yard and veranda. Father was able to pull front wheel up but he could not pull the second wheel up the stairs. There was no else around for few kilo meters. He asked Mother to help them. Mother and kids pushed the motorbike as father tried to pull in from the front. Motorcycle reached the veranda but with a small jerk it lost the balance and fell on the other side of father. With a heavy clonk sound, Pappu was pulled with motorcycle and fell on top of it. Out of fear, Sanju ran inside and Bholu cried with all of his might.

Father helped Pappu get up. Mother had tears in her eyes as she hugged Pappu. He wasn’t hurt. She asked everyone to leave the motorcycle as it was. 

They went on for dinner. Mother’s protective affection toward her kids was on display. She cried during whole dinner. Father consoled her. Sanju laughed, Bholu tried to avoid food blaming spices. And more than food, Pappu enjoyed extra care and love.

After dinner, as the kids stood away, father lifted the motorbike with help of mother and put in on the stand. Motorcycle also didn’t get any scratch. But there was big crack on cemented floor of veranda.

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