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IT WAS A HORRIFIC ACCIDENT AT A BUSY Los Angeles intersection that I drove through usually twice a day. But now, the area was like a ghost town. Rescue crews were already gone. The surrounding streets were closed off as far as the eye could see. A sideways-parked police car diverted me down an alley, only feet from where a motorcycle had laid to rest on its side, alone, quietly engulfed in its own shattered and twisted plastic.