The odds are against you that you'll ever see the other end of this turn. Yet you ride to work anyway. Head down, you crank hard around the turn. Your chain jumps between gears. As they whiz by, you can see yourself in their passenger mirror.
Fear comes in the form of the rock that is all too quickly approaching.
You swerve to the right. Off the road and into the brush. Yet you ride to work anyway. You out-ride Death. He has fallen behind you, as he has every ride so far.