holy shit [this is long, but please read!]

today we went to a bunch of places. actually, yeah, we've been traveling a whole lot the last few days.
anyway, we were on our way back from rockford, right? when SHOOM!! these two motorcycles come flying past us at like 80-90 mph, weaving in and out of cars and whatnot. i'm like, those kids are going to get themselves killed. some car is going to be turning a corner and they wont have enough time to stop. i swear to god the loser of that race is not going to lose because his bike wasn't fast enough, he's going to lose because he's too busy being spread out all over the concrete.

not even two seconds after i said that, we hear a screeech and one motorcycle ride off into the distance, not two. we pull up on this intersection and i'm freaking out because there's pieces of motorcycle all over the road. i'm like, holy shit, oh my god. people are getting out of their cars and there's this truck in the middle of the road. then we see the kid. he's down on his back, no shoes, teeny tiny pieces of motorcycle are everywhere. i wanted to get out so badly, i wanted my parents to do something. i even said it, like, we should get out you guys and help him. and my dad says no. ugh. within minutes the police arrive, and a few minutes after that, the firetruck [wtf?], but no paramedics. they check if he's breathing, and that's it...no one gives him cpr or anything beyond a hand on his chest. then the police man told all the cars to turn around and go the other way. i couldn't believe it. he'd hit the truck that was in the middle of the road. the truck was turning, and the kid didn't have time to stop. he hit the topper of the truck, which broke and flew off the truck. his bike disintegrated instantly. idk if he was dead, but sure as hell no one cared about saving him that much. idk, i don't feel guilty, but i cant help thinking that he did exactly what i said he would. aah.
i can still see him laying there, motionless on the street. he's the only thing i've seen for the last half hour.

i've got three thoughts on this, if the kid turns out to be dead.
a: natural selection in action, you know? at least now he won't teach any kids to ride fast motorcycles and may have saved a life or two, in the end.
b: how's the other kid going to feel? he just took off, idk if he even knew that this other kid got hit. he was probably thinking about how proud his girlfriend would be that he won. i'd rather be the loser in that situation. think about the guilt he's going to feel for the rest of his life. i know i wouldn't be able to handle it.
c: no matter how reckless, irresponsible and immature he was riding his bike at 304823048 mph, he was possibly having the most fun of his life when he died. he didn't care about anything else at that moment but the adrenaline in his veins, the wind on his face, how free he felt. this could be a good thing or this could be a horrible thing, you know? like, his family/friends/whatever are going to have to deal with his bad decisions for the rest of their lives. was it worth it?

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the kid ended up dying. heard it on the news the other day. he was actually a 35 year old guy with a wife and two kids.