The question was why. Why-as the motor bike soared into the air, hurtled down, crashed into the tarmac and careered onwards, dragging with it a tumbly, bending human figure whose bones were almost audibly snapping-would any sane man want to do such a thing? Where was the point in trying to treat a motorbike like an aeroplane, and landing yourself in casts and a coma for the next few weeks?
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