It was a late night in down town Daegu, dressed in my thick black leather riding gear, my black helmet on my head with the tinted visor down, I sped through the dimly lit, empty backstreets on my motorbike, enjoying the euphoric rush I got from the thrill of speeding.

I turned a corner at an obliviously fast pace, not once having the time of day to process the fact you, another person on a motorbike had just come down the opposite side of the street, and before I knew it?

We had collided, the two of us being knocked roughly off our bikes, sliding along the asphalt in different directions.