The Joy and Misery of Hunting for Video Game Trophies

I'm burning rubber as I approach the motel parking lot. The tires squeal in protest as I spin the handlebars hard, waiting for the motorbike to start drifting before I hit the nitro. I'm doing a donut, not too tight, just clearing the parked cars. Surely this time I'm going to make it. I only need five seconds, four, three, two … and a zombie slams into me out of nowhere, sending me sprawling onto the asphalt.