Few weeks ago I was walking in downtown Toronto when I saw bikers going in crazy circles at the Esplanade. From looking at it I guessed that it was a professional race — bikers had advertisement on them, pace car (or lap car?) was cruising comfortably in front of them, and police motorcycle was going behind.
But suddenly something went awry wrong — there was a shout, a scream, and then I saw one of the bikers going for the fence at full speed just after a sharp corner. A moments later — boom — he reached his target. More shouts were in the air, and I heard the metal clinging to the metall, and like in a slo-mo movie I saw bikers collide, creating a huge mess of bikes and bodies. Few moments later, about a dozen of bikes were on the ground, bodies, some walking, some scattered on the ground with blood on them. It's was a mess.