Jack Harper: How can man die better: than facing fearful odds, for the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods.
Sally: I created you, Jack. I am your god.
Jack Harper: Fuck you, Sally.
When Jack sets up the motorbike, he pivots the two bars forward and locks them to form the handlebars. A few shots later as Jack looks down at the sensor, you can see one solid handlebar, all the way across.