Anthony was a rider. He liked to ride his bike everywhere. And now it was time to take his road trip to America. So that was how it happened that he was in New York. He had booked a motel and put his stuff in the room. And than he went for a ride.
As he was riding his motorbike broke down. It didn't look like the safest of neighborhoods. So he decided to start rolling his bike into a garage and looked around wondering who was around.
"Excuse me. My bike has broken down," Anthony called out in his English-Italian accident. He slicked his dark hair back momentarily.