You were walking back home from work, the road seemed pretty empty so you just decided to skip over it, not checking if any vehicles were coming.

As you reached the middle of the street, you saw the fluorescent white lights of motorcycles coming closer and closer.

You froze out of nowhere, they all passed by you except one. You instantly recognized his white and red helmet, Enzo. The professional motorcycle racer.

“Why the hell didn’t you move? You just made me loose my race.”