So in one of my practice runs I saw a rock had fallen into the road. Just a basket ball sized rock so I went around it but then I realized I was hauling major ass into a corner that I should of hit the rakes for some time back. I thought for sure I was going right over the fucking guard rail but I got the bitch sideways and made the hay bails earn their keep. I don't think I even touched the guardrail. Maybe just a tap to set my weight back and on the throttle right on out. It was still one of the fastest runs of the day. And it gave me a nice main line shot of adrenaline. Ah the good stuff.