He sighed as he felt the wheels kick out from under him. He was less concerned with his impending fall and skid than the damage it would do to his paintjob.
In a world where you carried your wealth with you, a fancy paint job meant something. It was a status symbol; it helped him negotiate; it helped him survive and prosper.
As he continued to roll, his motorcycle sliding a little ahead of him, he wondered how expensive it would be to get the paint redone.
He came to a rest against his motorcycle, sat up and sighed again.
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