I take the next exit off 405, cut over onto 520. I kick the throttle as I hit the floating bridge, and the Westwind howls with feral joy all the way across Lake Washington. I hang a right into Montlake and rocket onto Montlake Bridge, the car fragging near painted onto the road, even taking the exit at almost twice the posted speed. I keep my eyes fixed straight ahead, trying to blot out all glimpses of the area. It’s no good, though, and I know I’m going to relive the ambush in my nightmares again tonight. Onto the U-Dub campus past the cantilevered nightmare of the new stadium, through University Village and into Ravenna. And that’s when I cut way back on my speed and start to wrestle with whether I might actually have thought of a way to handle this whole thing or whether I just want to call it a bust and blast on back to my hidey-hole in Renton.