Changing Lanes
Sometimes the
Journey is Paradise
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On one particularly lonely night, riding alone under the stars of the Australian Outback, my mind was drained by the heat and sun of the day, my empty stomach, and my sweating, sunscreen-encrusted, red-earth-dusted skin. I had a visitor.

He was riding his bike too, and he snuck up behind me and scared the shit out of me. He smiled at me, and I thought he looked familiar, but I wasn’t sure if he was really there. He wanted to help and rode out in front of me to provide a draft, but there was no physical manifestation of help. His act of kindness made my ride easier.

I realized, in an exciting moment, that I had ridden through to the other side. I hoped I hadn’t been run over, and that I didn't know I was dead — but riding beside me was the spirit of Marco Pantani.

This is what he said:

“I read your fucking book.”

Thrilled as I was, I joked and said,
“Did you pay for it, or are books free where you come from?”

“Free, funny boy. But I thought it was good — and when I saw you were riding out here tonight, I thought I’d tell you what I thought.

I thought, "Fuck me, this is insane — but it beats whacking off to the Sears catalog and passing out on the couch.”

He continued:

“Changing Lanes delivers stories that burn through asphalt and skin. With a voice that's half whiskey, half war drum, and a style that hits hard then leaves quietly, this collection earns its place among modern indie standouts. Gritty, cinematic, and unfiltered — these are stories for readers who don’t need their fiction softened. A rare mix of soul and scorched earth.

You are no Lance Armstrong, thank God for that. What you gave was real — a raw, fearless collection that doesn't flinch.”

He popped a wheelie and ascended to the stars. Man, that mutha fcker could climb!