Motorcycle accident

I was reading in the spare room and i heard the squeal of tires I jumped to the window and saw this trail of sparks This ghost of a figure jumped over the median then dragged himself across the asphalt . i rushed my pants on and walked across the road. This man in denims was bleeding from his skull and cheeks. His bike was wrecked beyond recognition. Looked like a chamberlin sculpture. I asked him if needed help , He told me no but asked me to help him get his bike up . i told him i was going to call 911 . He yells NO. I call 911 and wait for cop cars and ambulance with fellow witnesses/neigbours/vouyers . Answered the cops questions and i am back.

This is the suburbs . I thought adventure happened in the city.