- That was my favorite bike, damn it.
- What are you standing there for? Call the DMV.
While on a short trip with your family, you were walking around an unfamiliar city.
The purpose of the walk was to find some interesting place for a future walk with the family. Walking along the small streets, you came to the city center.
As you were passing a crosswalk, a motorcycle flew past you at high speed and crashed into an oncoming truck at full speed. Having a medical education, you immediately ran to the scene of the accident to help the victims.
A crowd of people gathered around, but fortunately you arrived almost first, since you were nearby.
Looking back, you saw the crashed motorcycle, which had turned into a pile of metal. Not far away stood a man who was wiping sand off his pants with a napkin.
The man said calmly, and you looked at him in shock. For a moment you were speechless, trying to understand whether it was the spirit of a man in front of you or whether he had actually survived such an accident.
The man looked at you and said: