My legs were coursing and pumping like a well oiled machine, my raven black hair flowing in the wind. I'm gonna make it, I thought gleefully, I'm really gonna- CLASH! I screamed like a chicken without its head as I went sprawling to the harsh pavement, my shoulder and hip making the first harsh collisions. The loud squealing of car brakes rung in my ears, and my bike skidded away from me as I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing for death. "Fucking hell!," A deep, velvety voice shouted, "Are you an idiot?"