When biking along

and a grasshopper keeps jumping in front of your wheel so you

slow up a bit, and he is to the right

there again

and again

beside your tire

three times until you wonder what

kind of sick masochistic game he is playing?

(as you keep riding straight up a mountain)

and then it dawns on you:

he must be one of those high risk

taking kind of grasshoppers, which seems familiar

so you get over

your god complex,

accept his challenge