The Immortal Class.

I picked a new safe route to work. There were getting to be too many cars on SouthWest Boulevard due to construction on the surrounding downtown highways. I was rolling down Roanoke, approaching 25 to 30 mph — ah, fuck it. Some lady cut me off talking on her phone. I locked up both wheels and slide within 8 inches of her. At least it got my heart going. Who needs coffee, just ride your bike to work!!