In February of this year, a group of my friends and I all went out motorbike riding. Late last year I had just bought a brand new Yamaha yz450f and took it out every chance I got.
So February, wet season was still around but it hadn't rained in a few days, which I was particularly excited about No DUST!
Anyway, the day had gone great. We were just about to start packing up when my brother, who is a touch younger than me, asks if he can take my bike out. I never have a problem with it as it 'fits' him better. He's taller and can handle it better. Me, I just hang on and hope for the best. So my point is, he can really ride. It annoys the shiat out of me but he is a better rider.
I said no worries and off he goes, 10 minutes later and I ask my partner if he can hear the bike, none of us could. Then a friend of mine who I used to race with offered to go and have a look for Josh. He takes off in one direction, then turns around and roars off in the other direction. We all run in the direction he's roared off in and see Joshua up ahead pushing my bike towards us. As we get closer and my friend grabs the bike off Josh, he drops to his hands and knees screaming "I'm so sorry".
I looked at my totaled bike and quickly dismiss it and focus on my brother who is holding his chest, covered in dirt and blood. There were about 9 of us there. They all ran frantically grabbing water, ice and something to stop the bleeding on his arm. I asked him what happened he only said, "The man in black stepped out in front of me. I didn't see him, Alexandra. I swear."
The boys loaded him in the car and my bike on their trailer and we headed off to Hospital. He was put in a neck brace and sent for spinal x-rays, everything came back clear. But what he said out there haunted me. The nurses sedated him and he fell asleep. My mother arrived and my partner and I went outside so he could have a smoke. Sitting outside we both had blood on our shirts and pants, I looked over to where a taxi was picking someone up and saw my "Hat Man" stalker looking at us. My heart sank. Was this the man who made my brother crash? My partner could not see him and told me that I was stressed from the day's events.
A week later whilst ordering parts to fix the bike, Joshua confessed that he was, in fact, doing a wheelie, and lost control when a man or something with unnatural speed shot itself into the middle of the track. "Close enough to touch" is all he kept saying.
My brother is now fine, only real damage was the bike and his ego. I'm really getting tired of this bloke... He made me crash during a motocross race two years back but now my brother? What does this thing want with me?
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