On my way to work today, I turn onto the industrial parkway heading to the office. There's bout a quarter mile straight before my turn. So Im flying down the street and what do I see out the corner of my eye.... A squirrel. He tried to run, and actually pulled on me for a sec, but I tracked him down quick. He pulled onto the curb but didn't have a chance. Our eyes met and he knew he was goin down, I had at least 4 lengths on him by the time he landed back on the pavement, flat. I proceeded to park, brush some shit off my tire, and was on my way. That'll teach the tree-rats to mess with me.