We gathered with a large company on shelves and ride motorcycles at the same time. Of course, except for the two owners of the equipment, nobody tried to drive. A multi-band track is being built through the forest, so until it was opened, they decided to use the space as a platform for learning. One of the girls was fascinated by the process, allowed herself to break up, made several successful rides, gave up the motorcycle to others, and then sat down again. At some point she left, and she was not there for a long time. He returns.

Girl: Something went wrong. I fell from him...who is that? (Tracks a broken piece of brake handle)
The owner of the motto (unfortunate): And the brake pen broke.
Girl (sliding off the motorcycle, frankly): Is this a storm?! to