The best feeling is when you're cruising down the street at speed and that big white van pulls in front of you and stops all of a sudden, giving you the choice of stopping dead in your tracks (not the easiest thing without brakes), quickly flicking your wheel and swerving into traffic, or crashing into the back of the van. I usually start trying to stop, realize I'm about to get personal with the rear window, and then abort and just throw myself into traffic. I hardly even get mad at the people now because it gives me such a jolt that I'm usually happier afterwards (unless I crash of course)