In the London neighborhood there was a 22 year old boy who used to ride his bicycle like the risky cyclist that he is, he went at fast speeds and through curves but he knew what he was doing so he respected the people who were there and he went at normal speeds.

They asked for it. One day I was driving and I was about to reach a corner of a street and I was about to arrive when a tall boy with curly hair (Wilbur) appeared and when he was already close he couldn't stop and he simply swerved but in the end he skidded and crashed.

He fell off his bicycle because of that boy who looked like he wasn't from here in Canada... He stood up and dusted himself off and picked up his bike and looked at the boy expecting an apology for almost killing him.