Alright, so our hero and his magic bike (that the book merely describes as being especially antiquated next to all the bitchin’ new 10-speeds) soon run afoul of the Cobra club and their sinister leader – BARRY.
I know, few names can strike such fear into your heart, right? SON OF JOR-EL, KNEEL BEFORE BARRY!
*ahem* Anyway, Barry and John (our creatively named hero) get into a bike race, during which John and the magic bicycle hit a parked car. OUR HERO, FOLKS.