A couple weeks ago I was reading (One flew over the cuckoos nest) at the community pool near my pad. It was between 2 and 3am and Im lying in the confines of thecommunity pool wall when I start to nod off. The next thing I notice when I open my eyes at the sound of some faint noise it flickering on the wall next to me, like car lights. I got up in a hurry and grabbed my shoes and book. I went out the front gate and was amazed at what I was seeing. Right before my eyes was a motorcycle a type of "crotch rocket" burning. The flames were getting bigger every second so I didn't want to go near it. I thought to myself 'Well if this isn't great! I got no where to go and now the police will be here to accuse me of starting this fire' I took the long way around and walked slowly up the street turning back every 2 seconds to watch the beautiful destruction (fire is quite the draw). I came to the intersecion about 200 feet from the pool and just stood watching and listening to the hoses and whatever intenral parts there are to a motorcylce pop and sputter. I was in disbelief, till this day I think it might have even occured at all. So as I took one final, lasting stare at the bike I turned the corner at the same time a truck was. The man in the truck had to of seen me and he was heading in the direction of the fire. I thought to myself 'shit!' and ran down my old street hearing sputs from the fire all the way down the road.