notices the sidewalk adjoining the site, on which stands a crowd of passersby. He turns around, drives into the landing, and, giving a beep and a strong gas, goes straight to the crowded, on the sidewalk of passersby.
Motorcyclist approaching the crowd at high speed. Passers-by in a panic pushing each other. A man who has lost his balance pushes a girl sitting on a chair. The girl falls on the grass. Someone, in the confusion, moving backwards, stumbles on the curb and falls to the ground. Someone knocks from the hands of Fred a tablet with an unfinished portrait.
By the time the motorcyclist approached the place of drawing, the road for him (the pavement) was almost clear.
The motorcyclist, having slowed down a little, drives along the freed sidewalk. Fred sees everything happening in a very slow pace. This effect happens in the movies, when the action is shown very slowly.
Someone from the passers-by, trying to dodge the bully, is repelled by Fred’s motorcycle. From this push, Fred’s motorcycle begins to fall in front of the bully’s motorcycle. The bully is trying to dodge the motorcycle falling in his way. He pushes off the front wheel of Fred’s motorcycle. Kicking turns only one wheel. Motorcycle continues to fall. Fred’s motorcycle steering wheel is scratching the bully’s motorcycle muffler. The rope tied to the steering wheel, on which portraits and cartoons were hung, is hooked on the hooligan’s motorcycle. The rope stretches behind the hooligan’s motorcycle. The rope, breaking the pictures attached to it, breaks itself.
Motorcyclist turns from the sidewalk to the lawn. He drives through the lawn, drives down the curb on the road, far behind the police cars. On the road, the bully dramatically adds gas. From this, his bike starts to ride on the same rear wheel.
Time for Fred starts to flow at a normal pace. He looks at the torn drawings. Smiles after a bully. He quickly gets to his feet, picks up his motorcycle, jumps on it, and presses the start button. Motorcycle does not respond. Fred tries to push buttons to turn the throttle. He looks at the control knobs, sees the wires torn off.
Fred leaves the motorcycle, puts it on the stand, and begins to collect scattered pencils, sheets of paper. Raises the tablet with a torn portrait.
Police cars, standing closer to the billboard, drove up to those that stood next to the sidewalk. By this time, the car in the oncoming lane had pulled back and returned to its lane, passing colleagues. Police cars, standing at the shield, passing. Behind them passes a minibus channel “CBC”.
Police cars standing at the end of the site where Fred painted were beautifully, almost simultaneously, turning around. Turning around, they leave for their colleagues.
On the road, along the park, riding a car. The car is driven by a middle-aged man. Before him, not far ahead, wagon moves. In the oncoming lane approaching micro-truck.
At that moment, when the truck and the wagon just passed each other, through the gap between them, into the driver’s lane, a motorcycle flies at a breakneck speed.
Motorcycle does not even try to slow down. At this point, the bike seemed huge to the driver. Perhaps it was a big motorcycle. But most likely it was the effect of narrowing the field of view at the time of danger. Simply put – fear has big eyes.
Once in the oncoming lane, the rider turns sharply toward his lane. He gives in to gas, the front wheel of his motorcycle rises above the road.
In this position, he, without touching the micro-truck and the driver’s car, passes between them. Passes very accurate, not even touching the mirror.
And only at this moment, the driver, having come to his senses, presses on the brake and convulsively turns the steering wheel to the right, turning to the side of the road. There is a squeal of brakes from behind.
– These motorcyclists can’t ride normally. – The driver is outraged. – Can’t just ride. Be sure to create a dangerous situation.
The driver turns on the gear and gently starts. He does not have time to drive a few meters, as he hears the sounds of police sirens. He is met by two police cars with flashing lights on. The driver once again pressed against the curb and slows down. Having missed the cops, he again cautiously moves off. But then there are two more police cars. The driver again taxis to the curb and puts on the brake.
– Because of these motorcyclists, there is no way to drive. All motorcyclists are the same. Does a normal person get on a motorcycle? Whoever came up with this damn motorcycle. So that he failed!
Past the driver’s car passing police cars. The driver looks forward, backward. Making sure that there is no danger, he starts moving very quietly.
TRANSPARENCY
Fred rolls the bike into the workshop and puts it against the wall. He removes torn portraits and cartoons from a motorcycle. Leo is distracted from scanning the Internet encyclopedia. (the appearance of another (person) must be welcomed, the search for greetings).
– Hello how are you?
– Is it not visible? – Sadly says Fred, pointing to the damaged drawings.
At the bottom of the monitor Leo, highlighted the question and answer options. Leo has been looking for a suitable answer for a long time.
– Answer a question to a question incorrectly. – Finally, he finds the right answer.
Fred sits at the table, sits and looks at the torn drawings. He is upset. Not knowing what to do, he turns to his work computer. With a blank look, he “scrolls” the drawings on the monitor screen. A picture appears on the screen that looks a bit like the texture of the workshop wall behind the monitor. He scrolls through this drawing. Stops. Thinking. Returns to the picture, similar to the wall of the workshop. Several times he looks from the monitor to the wall and back. The face lights up.
– Eureka! A brilliant idea came! We can become invisible.
– What does invisible mean? – It is heard from the loudspeakers Leo.
– Here look.
Fred takes the camera, puts it on the monitor, with the lens on the wall.
– What do I see on the monitor? – A wall behind the monitor. Hang on the
