I've told of this wreck before, but the story is worth the telling, again.
'Dragon Bob' was a local character who worked in a local restaurant or two, in the kitchen, not cooking. He always seemed to-have some motorcycle or another, there were times where I would see him around the community only on his motorcycle, I suppose those were times when he may only have had that instead of four-wheels. He also rode a bicycle.
'Dragon Bob' had a sense of style for his modes of transportation. Each would have a carefully attached set of monsters, mostly dragons, affixed to the bodywork. Oh, they were colorful! Vibrant, bright colors, lime green, chartreuse, magenta, searing yellow, blue like the Caribbean Sea's white-sandy bottom, through fathoms of saltwater, orange like a solar flare, and grey like I'd imagine a hungry velociraptor. The most-impressive one was like a double-Ghidorah, the three-headed nemesis of Godzilla: seven heads, one body, and each arching neck and head was a different color. Of-course, it was the center-of-the-hood piece on his Jeep Cherokee.
Bob's bikes seemed to be Japanese cruisers of older vintage, though for quite-awhile he had a 4-cyl Gold Wing. Yes, each motorcycle I saw him on had its own dragons affixed to it. It made for a sight, sitting there next to you while waiting for a light and being stared-at, by teeth-baring dragons, claws poised to rip you apart. I would roll-up my window, hoping for a modicum of protection from the hungry carnivores.
We were at the fire department, and my rescue unit got toned-out for a motor vehicle accident on US-1, the main drag running N-S in the middle of the community, halfway between A1A at the Atlantic Ocean, and I-95 several miles inland. When we arrived who was lying on the pavement, but 'Dragon Bob!' A car had T-bned him. His Gold Wing was lying not-far away, on its side, and from the point of impact to where it lay, was a charnel house of dead monsters, horribly-disfigured: decapitated, missing limbs, worse than any Godzilla thriller for the carnage. My friend, the driver-engineer on the responding fire engine, radioed to dispatch that he was standing-by with rescue, in-case Godzilla woke-up. That 'woke-up' the dispatcher, who wanted to know, "what did you say is happening-there?"
We packaged-up the shattered leg of 'Dragon Bob,' and got him to the hospital. The last thing I saw before my co-worker steered the ambulance away from the scene, was my friend the engine company driver-engineer sweeping-up the severed limbs, heads, and bodies and using a deep square-nose shovel to throw the dragon parts into a 5 gallon bucket. That accident took 'Dragon Bob' off the road awhile, on a motorcycle. Awhile later, I did see him on a much-newer used car than the ones he seemed to afford, so I guess the pain was worth-it. Yes, the dragons were on the new vehicles.