Along the quiet English countryside, near Box in Wiltshire, drives a motorbike. The person who drives this motorbike, we not yet know.
He is merely a man, around the age of twenty-five, with dark hair.
We know this, only because he doesn't wear a helmet. The reason for his trip through Wiltshire, is unknown.
The stretch of road he drives on is prone to collisions, in part, because of the labyrinth of twist and turns.
The driver knows this, as he's been on this road dozens of times before.
Naturally, thinking himself an expert, he speeds around corners, trying to get to his destination, which the stretch of road has never seen, as it branches off, eventually.
At one point in the road, it narrows to carry a car over a stream. This bridge is conveniently located right after a very sharp turn.
And, at this point in the road, is where the bold red and gold motorbike means the front bumper of a silver Vauxhall Astra.
And as far as the stretch of road is concerned, the bike landed forty meters away, and the driver didn't.