Perhaps a more appropriate title for the story might have been "Ratbag ex-con who happened to be riding a motorcycle taken out by another ratbag ex-con"
It appears to me the fact that he was riding a motorcycle is incidental to the story.
Pity about what happened to the bike though...
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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