We all know the kind of dumb-shit-eating-grin that riding bikes brings to your face. Especially after you make it free and clear of what could have been a "slightly" stressful situation - maybe to someone with less skill at least... I don't think I've grinned harder than after hydro-planeing off the 401 next to a 18 wheeler in the middle of a tornado warning while soaked through to my scrotum. Feel the joy. Live to tell the tale. Carpe mothers.
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