This was based on the following scene, in case anyone is interested:

I find myself straightening out and looking into the mirror to see cars I should have been imprinted into the grill of, pieces of me chewed up by the undercarriage of. And yet I'm not there, but here, on a bike that had no business doing what it just did, the engine not even warmed up, and what it just did was dodge traffic in all four lanes. I'm in between two lanes looking back to see the discos flood out of the alley and screeching to a halt. It's occupants now blaring both the horn and siren and yet even with both of those things, my bike's exhaust, my heart beating and everyone on the road blaring their horns at me and them, I think I can still hear them screaming in frustration.





The intersection up ahead, I can take a right, the next alley I can take a left, that alleyway intersects with another, I can take a right there. I know enough of these streets and alleys that I can zigzag and B-line through Savannah Central until I hit a bridge underpass that will have a utility tunnel or storm drain large enough for me to slip into it. I can. I must. If they don't have a helicoptor from precinct 1 already in the air, they're about to, and the bird's FLIR, I will not be able to hide from. A red light, a powerslide to the right, the screeching halt and blaring horn of a delivery van. A powerslide left, my heart too loud to hear the horns as I weave through the headlights and tail lamps of a pre-dusk traffic jam, the giraffe van, somehow, I miss by inches, the shapes of mammals of every size dodging me as I rocket over the sidewalk and into the alley.





A homeless goat hugs the wall as I pass, looking into the mirrors to see no sign of a cop car that couldn't have possibly woven through traffic like I did, because it and half the block would be totaled. Another flash of red and blue. Dead ahead. Another cop car, a larger SUV than the cruiser before it. "NOOOOOOOOOO!" A hard brake, rear tire smoking, I shift my body, a jerk of the handlebars to the left sends the the bike to the right, the throttle on the right handlebar nearly clipping the corner of the brick wall, the cascading sound of glass announcing that I now have only one rearview mirror, my trembling causing the engine to rev in quakes as the cop SUV comes to a screeching halt and a screeching reverse. I am gasping for air as I chant Oh God uncontrollably.





They thought about the alleys. They are prepared for the alleys. I am going to encounter more cops if I keep relying on the alleys. They came prepared, and when they catch up to me, my life will be over. But first, they must catch me. My course of action, as I near the end of the alley, is considered, reviewed, and decided upon in a split instant: I slow down, maintain traction, and I veer left again... Into Oncoming Traffic.