Was travelling from Bangalore to Mysore in my Santro and was doing a sedate 80 km / hr. Some distance after Maddur, there are a series of rumble strips which most people don't see and just speed over them. However on this occassion, the Scorpio in front of me decided to brake really hard (I think he saw them late). I had not slowed down assuming that he wouldn't either but had to step on the brakes at the last moment to avoid going into the Scorpio's rear. I stopped in time, but there was a Splendor who was tailing me at good speeds and unfortunately for him his brakes were not good enough. He swerved to the right, but could not avoid hitting the side of the car. Bang!!!
He went careening into the opposite lane and fell into the dirt track on the other side with a sickening crash. My heart was in my mouth. I parked my car and got out fearing the worst. This guy was not even moving. He was not wearing a helmet. A private transport bus also stopped behind me. I could sense that a small crowd was gathering. Things were not looking good at all and I half expected that the biker dude was dead. Expecting that I would be beaten to death or worse, that my brand new second hand car would be burnt

, I stood transfixed for what seemed to be an eternity.
Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. People shouting, gesticulating etc etc. I ran across the road with my shaking legs to see what had happened. The biker was still not moving. I tried to feel for his pulse but could only feel my own heart beating like it was about to burst.
People in the crowd were suggesting a lot of things, which all sounded like Martian to me. Someone had by then brought a bottle of water and was sprinkling it on the poor chap's face. No effect!!!!
I had given up hope and had sank to my knees expecting the worst!!! And guess what....This guy just sat up like Kane and Undertaker used to (or still continue to do? I stopped following WWE quite some time ago) after taking a major beating. He looked left and right and appeared to be in shock. When I checked for any injuries on his body, surprisingly/thankfully, he had suffered only a few minor bruises. As soon as he understood what had just happened, he started apologizing profusely for hitting my car....I was stunned...I offered to take him to the nearest hospital but he stood up dusted himself and told me he was quite alright. Before I could say anything else, this guy told the crowd that he was fine and that it was his fault

...He came to my car to check for any dents/scratches. I told him that all I cared about was whether or not he was ok. He said he was. And before anything else could transpire, he ran across the road, picked up his bike and sped away...
Till today I thank my guardian angels that there was a gap in the median at that place and that there was no traffic on the opposite lane of the Bangalore-Mysore highway on a Saturday evening. And the fact that the guy did not make things difficult for me by staging a tamasha.
Good people still walk the earth I guess.