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A provoked motorbike accident
On 19 of May 2015 i privately buy a motorcycle Yamaha [1] YZF-R6 [2]. Fell the wind on my face is one of my favorites passions of my life, it's like sex.
Six months after on 28 of November 2015 I've got a very strange and dangerous motorbike traffic collision [3] provoked accident [4]. In reality was an attempted murder [5].
In the "Illuminati" network they speak about bet over my life when this accident happen. They say that they have violated my ex girlfriend when I've got the accident.
In the afternoon i was going out from my old house in Canyelles [6] in direction to Barcelona doing like usual the payment highway C32 [7]. After the last exit to Sitges [8] there's four tunnels that pass under the Garraf Massif [9], a natural park.
After the highway payment system an Opel [10] Astra G [11], probably of 1998 because the vehicle Spanish registration plate [12] that start with a B, with an high performance motor probably a GM ecotec [13] Z22SE [14] went in parallel with my motorbike daring me in a highway competition. And I accept. And yes this is my fault. We start running through the tunnels and at the end of the last, the fourth, i pass in front of him.
Next I decelerate cause him pass another time me on the right side in the emergency lane [15] because his shunting was very mad and in the next kilometers there was too much cars and it is all straight. And i became to decelerate arriving near the 80 km/h permitted by the traffic laws in this part of the Catalan highway.
After less than five kilometers after the highway exit near the Catalan road C-234 [16] i've got a very strange accident. A van type Fiat Fiorino [17] immediately stop in front of me and i crash with my moto. I rapidly push with an enormous pressure the front brake of the motorbike doing a parabolic jump straight beating my head near the guard rail [18]. And i break my left forearm [19]. And I swoon. Next police arrives to the point of the traffic accident and they take me to an hospital [20] in the near Viladecans [21]. Here something strange, but not so much, happen. They control my forearm with a X ray machine and then after an hour or something more they start to explain me that i've got to be operated in a private clinic. And i remark that i don't want to do it cause i like public services. Next who i was calling brother and a Mexican girl come to the town city rail station and we return to Barcelona. My motorbike was brought by a crane to a motorbike shop in Diagonal [22] avenue in Barcelona.
A month after i was hospitalized in the El Pilar hospital [23]. Here they say to me that my bone was like pulverized by the accident. They operate me, and my operation was transmitted by the "Illuminati" synthetic telepathy network in the monitors of all the clients of this hell network. They didn't use total anesthesia [24] and in the operation they put on my arm eight screws and one plaque.
The motorbike was transported to a Honda shop. A friend of one person that I've described on chapter thirteen work there. Here are photos of the bumpy bike.
Nothing special at all. The problem is that this person, that is in effect one component of the "Illuminati" digital mafia, has machined that the shop close, they stole my bike, and i have to denunciate it.
I don't receive nothing about the accident and i was handicapped for life. People bet over my life and do money with the retransmission of the operation.