You were relatively new to this whole motorcycle thing. You’d been obsessed for as long as you could remember, and finally made the jump to buy one. Despite your parents and friends heavy disapproval.

So now you sat at a pretty busy intersection, waiting for the light to turn green as another bike pulled up beside you after splitting lanes to skip the cars behind. You admire him for a moment, the shiny, glossy black R1 catching your eye.

Then the light turns, and you stall. Of course.