One night ride

As I was riding in a bike from one city to another part of a city which is an one hour drive from my city.

I was in the middle of a highway when I stopped my bike.

It was a dark road, I felt something wrong. I stopped my bike and looked at my mobile.

It shows 11:59 pm. I looked at my mobile network which looked very weak.

Somehow managed to open the maps and tried to see the distance of that particular road, which was 2 km from the place where I stopped.

I was waiting for some big vehicle so that I can go behind it.

I saw a van I started my bike again and started to follow the van as I travel few meters the road is changed to sand and the dust came from the back of van due to it’s speed and sand dust, I stopped again.

It’s pitch dark. I couldn’t breath for few seconds because of the sand dust. I took my mobile phone again and looked at my map I’ve crossed only 0.3 km’s and I looked at the back and the front, pitch dark with my dim lights that doesn’t gave much light, I started to panic.

My heart beats faster as I can’t see the road also properly I regret why I chose this route in name of shortcut that night.

I started my bike again, tried to manage few more meters. That is when I saw a man with yellow bag in his hand with a white shirt waved his hand.

I thought why would a man wave his hand from this damaged building, is he stuck inside? should I stop my bike and help him? why I could see only half of him?

Lot of thoughts start to run and I started to get these goosebumps.

“Hey! don’t stop your bike and keep following me” the voice was deep and commanding I startled and shook to hear his voice all of a sudden from behind.

He is a milk man riding his bike with a big flash light that killed the darkness of that road. I followed him for few km’s until I reached the city and he stopped his bike in a shop.

I was glad to see the perfect road and lights and the bright city once again and I removed my helmet and turned back to see only the bike.

But the milk man turned his bike and started to drive back into the dark, I called him again to say thank you just to hear my voice back, the goosebumps again, the look on my face was terrific.

I quickly started my bike and started to ride into the city.

That one night ride is still giving some goose bumps whenever I think about it. How do you feel?

Thanks for reading!

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