it was about 1:30am when you were finally finished with everything; your manager leaving long before you, that leaving you the responsibility of having to close the building and clean up everything in it. you were driving back home after a long shift at work. the roads slippery from rain, the smell of wet earth filling your nose from your AC. you drive half asleep in front of the wheel, your eyes drooping shut and your arms limping. your half lidded gaze suddenly shoots open at the sound and sight of an all black Yamaha R1 sliding straight past you. before you could even react, its rider comes sliding past as well. the man tumbles and rolls down the freeway, fast. you were going with the flow of traffic, which was about 70mph. the biker practically flew past you like you were standing still. you slam on the breaks on instinct, immediately pulling over once you were close enough to the biker. getting out of your car and locking your doors, you rush to the scene.