[shuvc]

Originally Posted by Sam Kapasi

Whacko reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out two Dominicans.

Cigar?
I wordlessly take one from him and bite off the tip.
He clicks the Zippo and I puff hard.
It holds.

Whacko is still staring at my face in a strange way.

I lived. Not bad.

Wow ! Nothing short of Clint Eastwood !

[iraghava]

Originally Posted by Sam Kapasi

6am sounds fine haha, my father will have gone for his walk by then. No one needs to know what we will do next.

Hah! I sense a flaw in the plan!!

Wonderful story telling again Sam, keep it coming!

[iceman91]

Sam...Waiting..why does it feel like its going to get better and better

[maddy42]

Team bhp is turning out to be a memoir of guys and their experiences...Sam great writeup. First Dolphins story caught my eye and then yours.
Waiting for the rest

[Sam Kapasi]

We've only just hit our heads to the pillow when the doorbell rings. Huh? Who the hell would that be?

I rush to the door and it's the boys. This makes no sense.

What are you'll doing here?
What do you think you drunk idiot? It's 6!
Huh?
It's SIX!

Blink. Where did the whole night go?
They aren't joking. Jhats is standing there with his little tool bag full of tricks.
I must look pathetic, because they're already looking irritated.

Where's whacko?
He's asleep. In my room.
Fine. Give me the keys to the van and we'll remove the seats and stuff.
OK. here.


Whacks, get up.
Whacks get up. Whacko, get up. GET UP. Get up whacks. Get up. God.
He's up. He's still very drunk. So am I.
He sits up and lights a cigarette.
I'm thinking.

They've come?
Yeah.
Where are they?
Down, removing the seats.
Where are we going to sit?
I turn towards him. This is something I had not thought of.
On the floor?
Maybe we can sleep?
How?
How about we spread a sheet on the floor of the van and go to sleep?
YEAH!

Drunk minds never think clearly. What an astoundingly stupid idea and it's making perfect sense to both of us.

I pack up a bottle of water and a double bedsheet. I stare at the pillows for 5 seconds before deciding this might be too much and Jhats and Dwayne might get angry with us.

We go downstairs somehow. Jhats is at the wheel and Dwayne in the passenger seat. They appear to be a little pissed off with us. We must be very drunk and of no help.

I spread the sheet out on the floor of the Van and we try to lie down.

It is horrible. We're rolling all over the place and on top of each other. The van is bouncing and we're banging our heads repeatedly on the metal floor.

Forget sleep, we cannot even lie down.

In a few seconds we're both sitting up and holding on to...
There is nothing to hold on to.

We're hitting the walls and falling on each other like 2 drunk chickens on the floor of a poultry truck. The sheet has rolled up into a ball and it is bouncing all over the place along with us and some motorcycle parts.
The rescuers aren't even turning around. They're on a mission.

We're just drunk. God, I think I want to throw up.


To be continued.

[phamilyman]

I just love the one liners you pause each episode at

[kpzen]

Sam..!!
Amazing Narrating skills as usual...
Love the last line of your every post which keeps us anxiously waiting for more...
Keep them coming...

[ramie2400]

amazing sam,loved that part "RX in an ambulance" what a chaos it might have been,those days that moment of time was too serious and pain,but now its turned in a tale and out to be a laughter for the past days

[mmmjgm]

Dear Sam,

Keep this tradition up of fine writing, very very entertaining and thrilling to say the least.

Nevertheless the cigar was really made for that moment, to cherish life.

Cheers

regards

M M M

[revved_up]

Wow Sam, just one word for your narration - "Awesome"!!
Anxiously waiting for the rest of the story.

[Sam Kapasi]

8.00 am: We're on our way and have reached New Bombay. Part of what the sober two feel is irritation and it is mixed with mock anger. The drunk two feel horrible.
Not only have we had too much Vodka, but we have hardly slept at all. Top that with a terrible, bouncy ride on the metal floor of the van, just above the rear wheels, flying all over the place and a loud CLANK CLANK of motorcycle parts that are bouncing around with us.

I wish I was dead. My head is throbbing, the beginnings of a 'orrible 'eadache looming ominously over my uh.. 'ead.

9.00 am: We've reached the Highway Users' Club. I've never been so glad to be out of the van before.
We stand out of the way respectfully as Dwayne and Jhats survey the bike with their hands upon their hips.

9.30 am: Jhats has all but taken apart almost everything. The handle and the cables have already been changed. He is trying to straighten the wheel and it is reminding me of how I used to straighten the cycle wheel to the handle after a bad fall.
I am careful enough not to laugh though. This is serious business.

10.30 am: He's done all he can to get the bike looking like a bike again. It's a bit warped, but this is fine.
Now to get to the engine.
Oh dear, the petrol tank is leaking. Not much can be done there. There is enough petrol in there though.
The engine has flooded or something like this. I watch him remove various kinds of parts and the spark plug (this I recognise) and put it all back.

KICK

KICK
Grrr... SIlence

KICK
KICK
Grrr... Silence

KICK
KICK
KICK
GRRR... Silence

11.00 am: Jhats is furiously looking through his bag of tricks. He needs a tiddlywink.
(Note: For us non technical people, all parts are tiddlywinks or other meaningful terms, don't ask me what he really needed, please.)

What do you need?
A tiddlywink.
Ah. Don't have one eh?
No.
Still rummaging. Whish, crish, whish through the nuts, bolts and thingamabobs.
So now?
So now we need a tiddlywink.
Ah. Don't have one eh?
He looks up from his nuts, bolts and thingamabobs and there is a little of that Zoroastrian fire in his eyes.
I quickly step back and stand next to whacko.
Dwayne and he have decided to go and hunt for parts.

Here? In this godforsaken place on a Sunday to boot?
Yes. Wait here. We will look for a tiddlywink.
No.
No?

I have a feeling that they've had enough of us and are going to leave us here in the Highway Users' Club where I'll have to wash dishes and clean floors and pay for our food for the rest of my life while Whacko stands like a watchman over my mangled motorcycle.

No. We're also coming with you.

[Rotorhead]

Thats one awsome narration sam. This sure takes me back to similiar escapades with my buddies back in school but not with such serious incidents ofcourse. Kudo's sam, u sure have some talent. Cant wait for the rest of the story, i can understand how it feels after having been sloshed the previous night, without proper sleep, an impending headache and horrible noise all around you.

[Sam Kapasi]

12.00 noon: We have found a motorcycle spares shop. It's wonderful!

Wonder no. 1 - That it's there.
Wonder No.2 - That it's open.
Wonder No. 3 - They have tiddlywinks!

Wonderful!

1.00 pm: Back at the club, Jhats is furiously modifying the tiddlywink.
(A highly technical explanation for you bikers: He was using a tiddlywink from a 3 stroke motorcycle, but the RX has only 2 strokes so now he had to cut the extra stroker off tiddlywink number 63.)
He is rubbing it on the ground repeatedly, banging it around and swearing at it. I've never understood these operations.

KICK
Grrr....
KICK
Grrr...

Jhats decides to stop kicking the tyres and growling at the motorbike and tries kick starting it instead.

KICK
Drrrrr.......r...r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.rr.r.r.
WHAAAAA.... WHA WHA WHAA WHAAAAA.......

It holds!! Eureka the motor is running!
They run it for about 5 minutes, shut it off and restart it. It seems to work fine.

1.30PM: We wave our goodbyes to the staff and I write a lovely comment in the guest book on my way out. I feel elated, but still a little sick.

Whacko is certainly not feeling well at all. Standing in the sun has not helped him one bit. He has taken his vest off and thrown it in the car somewhere.
I'm staring listlessly at the four-score-and-twenty brightly inked tattoos all over his body while Dwayne and Jhats are calculating the next move.

Now to get the RX into the Maruti Van.

[Jaguar]

Great story Sam!!! Anxiously waiting for the rest

[phamilyman]

Why not rode it back?

Love your one liners. need to compile a collection!