by Sykun

I have met him before, then on the road, then on the sidewalk. And every time I could not stop, not to admire this spectacle and not only I alone, all the passers looked after him and smiled.
Imagine a man on a small electric jet, he runs at an astonishing speed of fifteen kilometers per hour, but looks at the same time as if he is trying to break the world record on the bottom of a dry lake. I would still understand - a bicycle helmet, well, in the bad end - a motorcycle, if not, a person is just learning and afraid to turn. But there was another case. In addition to the helmet and gloves, the self-driving machine was equipped as a terminator before the battle with the black hole: the turtle, shoulders, loaders, elbows and knees on the slats, armored trousers were sprinkled under the pants, and most importantly - these huge motobots, which barely fit on the self-driving machine with an area of one and a half feet. It would be a crazy grandfather with brittle bones, of course, or not, it can be seen from everything that young and healthy, even if the self-made man did not buy such a dead man. Well, you can’t be so afraid to fall at a speed of 15 km / h.

And today I was riding the big and at the end of the street again saw this figure, aimed at the future. The ghost rider ran at his favourite speed. I strained, worked with pedals, caught and equaled with him. For a while we were driving in parallel, until I thought about talking to the driver.
He started first:

Want to ask something?

Your backpack was unwrapped, as if nothing had happened.

The rider stopped, on a business basis put a carpet on a small foot, removed the backpack from his back and began to fasten:

I almost lost my wallet.
Not for what. And, sorry, all this protection has already suited you, falls, don’t give god, happened?

The man smiled with one eye (the rest of the face under the helmet was not visible) and replied:

Are you there too? Let’s make fun of me, humiliate me, I’m ready for it. It was angry before, and over time I got used to it and I even started to have fun. The most common thing I hear from others: “Look, look, the referral has gone!”I am an ordinary city crazy, raising people’s mood. What is wrong with this?
In fact, really nothing. You are right.
“But I will disappoint you and admit that every day, in the morning and in the evening, I drive by car one and a half kilometers from home to the building.
There I have a litre sportsbike in the underground garage.