Motorbikes.
Went out on my motorbike one lovely day, with my girlfriend on the back. Stopped off at a popular bikers cafe. Had a coffee. Saw a large group of bikers come in a bit after us. All on nice, new sportsbikes. We left, and went up the M1, and was overtaken by the same group we had seen come to the cafe. They were really going some. I ride fast, and tried to stick with the group, but couldn't. So I throttled back a bit, my girlfriend probably quite pleased. The group went out of view, and when I rounded a bend, I saw cars slamming the brakes on. I rode between the cars, and got to the front. A guy was in the middle of the road, face down. The road had a bit of camber, so all the blood ran in towards the armco in the middle. And as the cars started crawling past, they dragged the blood up the road in two stripes. Heard later he had died instantly, hitting the back of a car.
(Lump, Wed 5 Mar 2008, 15:04, Reply)