Biker Picks Up Street Bike (Extras) (Patreon)

He picked up the motor-bike like it was a toy, it's engine still running. I watched with amazement as he started bringing his powerful arms together and with a metallic groan of protest, the bike's frame began to contort. He hugged the cycle closer, bringing his bulging muscular arms together and slowly crushing the machine between them. With a final sputter, the engine died. In a few moments, he had compressed the motorcycle into a compact sphere about the size of a grapefruit - other than a few stray bolts and strips of rubber that had fallen to the hard-packed desert ground. He smiled then, as he threw that crushed ball into the sky. I never saw where it came down - if indeed, it ever did.