On Saturday me and my mate Caspar went to check out a zx2r in Bundoora. Met the guy selling it (for his girlfriend) Steve and his mates. They all rode on learners, one had just bought a zx2r, another 2 had cbr-rr's, and Steve had a cbr600rr. Bike checked out ok, so we went back there today to pick up the bike and hand over the cash. I pull up on my bike at the front of the house and there were about 20 people out the front... that's odd I'm thinking... so I get off the bike and start taking my helmet off as I hear screaming. I look at all the people and can't see anyone screaming, so I think someone is playing. A few seconds later I hear banging on an upstairs window to accompany the screaming and I look up. Middle aged woman screaming at me "a bike killed my son, get that bike the *expletive* out of here" so I look at the crowd (still hadn't clicked) and she keeps going. Since no one was saying anything, I thought she might have been a bit crazy and kept on taking my gear off when one of the guys outside told me to get the bike out of there. Turns out the guy Steve selling the bike died today on his cbr. R.I.P Steve. Justin.