Motorcycles like these are ultra vintages in Kaidan's reality. The thought of needing to get in there and fix it seems a daunting task until he remembers twentieth century motors were quite sturdy. "I think it's missing the whole cylinder block and head. The rest of the engine is there though." So strange. It's as if someone expunged the parts out of existence rather than removed them properly.

Oh, thank God. A city he recognizes. This guy's American. "Yeah, I did the same in Vancouver," he replies, amused and relief, as he inspects the rest of the motorcycle. "Man, this is a pretty one. It'd be a shame to leave it like this."

Radar? Kaidan doesn't see anything that could possible be a radar on Matt, so he assumes it was used as a colloquial expression. "Uh, Canada." Should he explain the biotics? Does Matt even want an explanation? "I know where we can get the parts we need. Follow me." If Matt's curious then he'll ask on the way. If not, oh well. Still plenty to talk about, like the motorcycle.