Apparently the poor dope rammed into a pickup truck on a deserted rural road. The truck was intended to mark the finish line, making it all the more ironic since it was the only large obstacle in the vicinity. His opponent also crashed, but managed to get off with a broken leg and arm. In a further twist of tragi-comedy, the deceased became a human ballistic missile upon impact and was launched fifty yards after colliding with the truck.
Fifty yards!? That defies understanding, but it probably meant he was traveling 100 mph or more. Let this be a lesson for all humanity and motorcyclists in particular: Don't fiddlefart with your life without a good reason. You can quote me on that.