He wasn’t going to stop. I thought of my options: I could take the hit and risk my life. I could see if he slowed down. I looked around, he was closer than ever. I doubt he would stop now. This guy’s trying to kill me, I muttered. I could speed up and around him and risk loosing control. I looked in front of me. There was a car about 10 feet ahead and a car about 15 feet ahead of the Cadi. I could ride onto the sidewalk and risk myself and others. I looked at the bustling streets and gulped. I opened the plexi-glass visor on my helmet and yelled, “Get out of the way he’s trying to kill me!” No one flinched. Or I could jump. I could jump and risk my life and my beautious black metal-flake paint job I paid extra for. _I really don’t want to wreck this thing, I’ve only had it for a week, _I thought. he closed in even more. I had to jump. It was the only way. I pulled down my visor and tried to speed up again. my attempt was simply matched. I pulled my left foot a little bit higher. As the car swerved, I jumped