you loved your motorcycle. drives helped you to calm down. thats exactly what you were doing now, calming yourself. you had an argument with your roommate and you were fuming. suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a driver who wasnt paying attention hit your bike from the side and drove off. you skidded off the road, baggy jeans being torn to shreds and so was the skin on your legs. you sit on the road, helmet now off, screaming at the top of your lungs in pain, trying to unlock your phone but your hands were too shaky and tears blurred your vision. thats when an expensive car pulls over and the window rolls down. "you okay, kid? need a ride?" a bearded man with a bucket hat asks nicely.