There's this old airfield near where I live were we all go to ride our bikes offroad, the airstrip is surrounded by trees and has some narly offroading bike tracks that you can follow, all steep hills, humps and sudden drops. Like a BMX or skateboard course but for motorbikes.
Anyway we spent all afternoon there doing the craziest stuff without so much as a scratch, but on the way home my two mates, Moz and Mark, went off down the country road ahead of me doing about 100mph.
I let them go off without bothering to chase them as I was enjoying the countryside and just cruising on my bike. After about ten minutes I came around a bend and saw Moz's bike all wrecked and Moz himself about 20 feet further down the road with Mark standing over him.
I thought the worst, that he must be dead, but when I pulled up Moz had a lit cigarette sticking out of his mouth and he was just groaning a bit but otherwise he was ok.
I asked him why he had a cigarette in his mouth, he didn't even smoke, and Mark piped in, "I didn't know what to do, so I lit a cig and stuck it in his mouth!"
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