Wisconsin Johnson outside the Tunnel of Terror.
Cue the Indiana Jones theme...
A rural road in Wisconsin, just outside the coast of Lake Michigan. 07:53 am
Our intrepid commuter looks down at his watch as he enters the secret pathway to the temple of money. Realizing he is almost two miles away with the unstoppable clock ticking, tick, tick, tick, he quickens his pace only to be greeted with a small cramp. Grimacing as he pushes through the pain he notices that the path has become overrun with the dirt of contractors.
The evil contractors have only begun placing the dirt along the secret path, when it should have been done sooner. Not only that, but the dirt is starting to cake the slick tires of the unprepared commuter. Our hero is now faced with the pain and dirt but continues to quicken his pace. If he does not reach the temple by 8:00 am horrible consequences will be bestowed upon him by the evil temple keepers. A short lunch, maybe even staying until 5:05 pm is on the horizon. Our commuter steels himself to the thought of staying late and then having the arduous trek back through the uphill 8.5 mile gauntlet.
Without warning he enters the overhead tunnel of trees. What was once hard dirt has turned into soft mud. Mud begins to splatter off his tires, onto his bag, arms, everything. Even worse, his speed is dropping; all the while the clock is still ticking. After a short time in the mud our hero realized his traction is gone. The smallest error and he will fall, maybe badly. Increasing his hold on the handlebars, he searches for a way out. No luck, the closest exit is still 50 yards off. He pushes harder to maintain speed and control slowing a little as he nears the exit onto the road. No good, there is a truck coming and to merge at this speed with the mud could leave our hero in the road on his butt with a truck bearing down. He looks ahead to the next exit. It's another 20 yards down.
Before he can reach the exit, his head is rattled by a sudden blow. A rock and mud missile has flown off the tire to strike his helmet. The bike swerves from side to side as the fearless commuter tries to work the mud off his tires. It's no good, though. The mud is caked on and will fly off at will. Can he reach the safety of the road with its mud free surface?
This time fate is on the side of the commuter. He reaches the exit to find the road clear on both sides. Once safely in the road he accelerates with everything he has left. Flying through the last mile becomes safer as the secret path is longer than the lazy contractor's mud. Stealing onto the path he can safely pump his way to the temple.
Our beleaguered hero inside the Tunnel Of Terror.
Time and falling become his only obstacles as he nears the temple. Ahead his co-worker has entered the parking lot. He looks down, less than a minute to go with a short amount still to push. Pedaling hard while maintaining control of the mud-caked bike isn't easy, but our hero is up to the task. He enters the temple with 20 seconds to spare. He can now have his lunch, and leave at the proper time...
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