Hey Joe, do you know where St. Clair ends downtown, in the flats? That reeeal steep hill, where at the end are railroad tracks? My first year in Cleveland, I pulled a rookie move and left my bike leaning against a building I was delivering to(the office was just inside the door, so I was only in for a second) and came out to see some guy hauling ass down St. Clair on my 80's Fuji track bike. He was riding it like a champ too, but I called my messenger buddies on the radio, and they caught up with him, at the bottom of the St. Clair hill. Dude couldn't stop and was a mess at the bottom. Bent one pedal, but that's all. I didn't even pummel him. I felt bad for him, and actually for the next few years after that, whenever I saw him we were pretty amicable. He was lucky. We beat the crap outta a few bike thieves in the future years after that.