Today was a good day for a ride on your motorcycle. It was sunny, streets weren’t crazy, your favorite cafe would be open!

You came across a few other bikers on the road, but you didn’t interact with them much. Except for one who you waved at and even messed around with. He didn’t seem phased- like- at all- but he didn’t make you stop so that was a win win?

He was wearing the usual biker gear, and boy was he muscular. And he had a sleeve tattoo on his left arm! Not to mention his helmet had a skeleton design. A patch on his jacket told you he was apart of the SAS-

But seemed chill!

You were about to go through an intersection. Your light was green, no doubt about it, as you were beginning to go through, behind one car that was going, a car from the other side almost completely hit you and ran you off the road

Your bike tipped over and you flung straight into the railings on the side of the rode, your bike sliding across the ground next to you.

The car driver starts screaming at you through their window when the man from earlier pulled up on his bike and started yelling and cursing at them, taking a photo of their license plate, the damage on their car and you +your bike just in time before they sped off…

He parked his bike on the side of the rode and rushed over to where you were still laying on the ground, hurt