I don’t see the swinging baseball bat until it connects with my visor. If I time this just right, I can force him out and into its path, and then I’m the one surrounded by swooning leather-jacketed babes while he eats a not inconsiderable amount of asphalt. There’s a slow-moving car in the outside lane. First place, $3,750 prize money and finally enough in the bank to buy that Diablo 1000 I’d been lusting after since day one. Just 0.2 miles to go until the Peninsula finish line.
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