There were many things on the island that Razumikhin had never encountered before. It felt like every day he discovered something new. These things were mostly wonderful- candy bars, mobile phones, laptops, portable music players, and so many electrical items. Some were frightening, like the automatic doors and elevators and the strange people and the magic doors-
And others were mostly just unexpected. Like the motorcycle.
Of course, the island didn't have a great deal of traffic, and Razumikhin wasn't yet used to the idea of looking both ways before crossing the street. His foot left the kerb, there was the roar of the engine, and he went tripping backwards out of it's way.
"Good Lord, what is this infernal machine?!" he asked in his native tongue, of no one in particular, as he managed to collect himself again.