1/6/2024 0 Comments Ghost riders motorcycleshe was wearing all white.Īnukaran: No I didn’t see her?!? Where is she?Īnmol: her eyes were all white. I asked him what happened, and he looked terrified as he asked me back,Īnmol: There was this woman sitting here on the left bank of the road. I rode up and stopped next to him, and the toughest guy I knew looked like he’d seen a ghost. Just as we were nearing the final stretch to the beach, Anmol screeched his bike to a sudden halt, slipping and sliding on the dirt and almost losing balance. We must have been doing about 45-50 kmph of speed, as that’s what the broken and twisty path allowed. I was riding behind Anmol by about 25-30 feet to avoid much of the dust his bike was throwing up on the trail, my headlight illuminating the dust, while Anmol had a clear vision ahead.of him. Beyond this point all you can hear is the wind and the thumping engines. It was almost 6:40 and dark by the time we passed the Dargah, and we got on to the isolated trail beyond it with thick forest bushes flanking both sides of the dusty dirt trail. We started the ride around 6pm, just as dusk was setting the stage for a sunset, and it never took us more than 40 mins to get to the place, the road to which first goes through villages, then passes the famous Waki Sharif Dargah, and then cuts through a broken single lane forest trail down to the river front with a sandy beach. I had the old Lightning 500, and Anmol rode his Machismo AV元50, and we both were riding buddies since 2001 since three years before the Club had started. We both agreed to ride out to Waki, about 35 kms from Nagpur on our Enfields. Anmol is one of the most physically strong people I’ve ever known personally, and was a mad biker back then, wild as hell and with brute strength to back it up, winning many a podium in national arm wrestling championships. I randomly gave a call to Anmol Singh, an old childhood friend from the neighbourhood, and he too was game for it right away, which was unusual because he never usually said yes to random plans on weekdays taking time off from his Battery shop. A thing I usually did alone before I had any other friends who loved riding motorcycles. It was a September evening in 2004, and a slow boring day, when out of the blue I had the urge to just ride out into the wilderness, to the Waki river beach, have a beer, chill for a bit and be back by dinner time. I’ve had a few over the years, and while most of them have been of the good kind, this one was scary. Miles Davis (American astrologer + biker)ĭo you believe in the supernatural, or ghosts and spirits? Have you ever had an experience with one? How weird was it? And what are the coincidences attached to it?
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