I was in the middle of a cool dream where I was racing on hwy 17, a really twisty mountain highway between san jose and santa cruz. A stupid punk in mom's stationwagon had just run off the side of the road and I just stopped to go and help, when I woke up and couldn't breathe for half a minute or so. What a way to start the day, eh?

 

HW 9 is better...

 

Coulda been worse. YOU could've been the punk in the station wagon.