I got so lucky yesterday. I was cut off by some stupid sedan, going down one of the few hills in Chicago, in the midlle of rushhour with less than 5 feet to stop. I was completly boxed in and it looked like some pain was coming. I must have acted on instict, as i have a dexterity of around 7, but some how I was able to plant a hand on the hood of the car, lean over alnost horizontally, pull some slalom-action around the offending vehicle and cruise off unharmed. I ended up with enough adrenaline in my system to kill a horse, thinking about the many ways hitting a car at full speed would have ruined my day, but pleased as hell about my latent acrobatic abilities. Thanks to 165mm cranks, pedal strike was not included. Thanks to no brakes, I stayed moving and cleared the obstacles. My track bike and I will be featured in the upcoming Fantastic 4 movie.