"A car horn cries out.
There’s a Lexus in my intersection. I must skid to avoid a Yamaguchi-fork-destroying impact. I lift myself off the saddle, thrust myself forward to my stem in a bluntly sexual manner, and lock my legs. A skid! A glorious skid! I whip my rear wheel to the right, then left, then right, as my momentum slows, my Gatorskin making a deafening cry.
The car has passed. I am free to continue my morning quest."
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EPIC FIXED GEAR RIDES TO WORK.
"49:18. Go as hard as you can. Build speed. MASH! Mash on those pink Odyessy pedals. You’re a brute! You’re an Urban Gladiator. Destroy the asphalt. If you are victorious, the streets are yours."
