I'm watching the flames build in the grill for the first time this year, and I'm about to crack a beer. Hopefully the tension I've been carrying around all day will dissipate. Let's see....ah, very nice. Please hold on one more second...keep holding....ah yes, that seems to be doing the trick. I don't know why it is, but at least once a week I want to KILL. Tuesday and Wednesday roll around, and I have NO PATIENCE. None. It didn't help that this morning I got stuck behind the slowest driver on the planet in the Staples parking lot. Some rich old dude in a BMW station wagon—what a dick. I was like, "Yo geezer, you gotta fucking move!" The guy was doing two. If that song that says "Move bitch, git out the way, git out the way" had come on the radio, I would have probably rammed him. As it was, I just did two behind him. Anyhow, I'm pleased to release my second bike film. I liked doing the first one so much, I decided to do another one. This one is faster—FASTER—and hopefully it demonstrates a few new tricks. Whatever the case, I think Northampton comes out looking really fine. Enjoy.