slapstick.

jwz has an off-road adventure:

So I’m bicycling down Mission Street, past a big construction site, and right after that, the lane goes away, cones everywhere, and of course, cars, all trying to change lanes at once and meaning me harm (as is their way.) So I’m rolling along, doing my best to stay alive, when suddenly I notice that the road ahead looks a little… off.

By “ahead” I mean “three feet ahead” and by “off” I mean “liquid.”