united states of madhatter

You want a why. Well, maybe there isn't one. Maybe... Maybe this is just something that happened

Its pretty fascinating to look back at our past from the first person and third person's point of views running in parallel.
Once in my teens my bike gave away and i was gifted the view the front tyre of the truck ,spinning, passing just a few centimeteres from me.It was black and I recollect there was no background score,may be it was the tar road,but it was spinning real good,Big Black Spin.heh. All I could remember is I felt excited as it approached as i never seen a tyre in that light and motion....watched it till it went off ,till the rear one bid adieu.
I bet if there was an onlooker (can't rule in the truck driver as he is second person)..the third person, he would have observed a teen ,with a bike on her paralysing any immediate movement of legs, ont he road.He probably would also definetely note the fact that as the truck approched at a "dangerously"close distance, the moron didn't cover her head with instinct!
It was not that I severed ties with instinct, especially on life threatining situations.Not that I have whole journal of them,but i do have survival instincts like covering my head when i feel my friend is tilting the soda in my direction.But at that moment , I am not sure what was I.
Playing the part of a impartial critic might tell me i was plain stupid....but who wants to play that part right?I mean all the critic would have done at that moment was yell the crap out of his smoking/non smoking lungs..and may be eventually help me up and talk...right! But he would never had thought the same things i have while watching the tyres roll!

Its not even that i had a deathwish of sorts and felt some approching Angel of Mercy on wheels was that, though I must admit I didn't give out a cry to HIs Grace exactly. All I could think of ,after chuckling at the rare vison of tyres, was to think of a acquaintance near the breath stopping scene.Which wasn't exactly a Mensa test, it was followed by waiting around when phone calls were made, dads came and painfuls needles were poked!

Thats all I can recollect.

Not the threat,not the pain,not the luck.May be thats Ok.

When I say I don't remember that day, I'm not lying. I wish I did, but I just don't. Sometimes the most important stuff goes away. Goes away so bad it's like it was never there to begin with.