A crash sounded a split-second later, and the passengers opposite me turned as gasps filled the air. From where I was, I caught sight of a large truck that had stopped from the traffic, and a few men rushing toward its front end. As the jeep moved on to my destination, with its driver shaking his head over what happened, I looked back and saw the motorcycle leaning against the grey truck. Below it, two bodies lay motionless on the street.
The other passengers beside me agreed--whoever was on that motorcycle didn't stand a chance. My chest was tight and heavy for the rest of the trip.