Dang I’m never going to make it on time, I thought as I merged my motorcyle onto Main Street. I pulled the gas a little harder, going a little faster. The wind whipped around me as I shifted onto the right hand lane next to the crowded sidewalk. My leather jacket covered up the rock-chic kick-ass-take-names shirt I designed at my studio. I was co-exectutive designer for Skulls and Roses. Wait, why is this car closing in on me? A black Cadillac inched closer and closer over the line. I inched right. I did not want to wreck this thing. I only got it last week. My beautious black metal-flake paint job would be screwed, and i paid extra for that. He’s not stopping. Remember, K, Dad always said they’re not watching you so you gotta watch them. I slowed as he slowed. This wasn’t looking good. I was panicking. The walk full of people on my right, a nearing car on the left. i inched closer and closer to the curb. I sped up and slowed down. Nothing was working. He kept getting closer.