[There's no terror here - that near-disaster floods him with adrenaline as he swerves the bike way at the last second, cheering and laughing at his victory. It's enough to make him sweat though, hell. He needed that.

And he takes note of those signs as they hurtle toward the indicated exits.]

Del Puerto Canyon?

[What the hell is that place? Fuck it, time to find out. With a mad grin, Johnnie decides last minute to just take that exit rather than passing it up.]

Fuck if I know where this is, but we're gonna go find out!

[It's going the right direction, so it can't be that bad. Definitely better than getting dumped in his Papa's driveway, fuck that guy.

This is for sure not the fastest route, he sees that immediately. Rather than a nice big straight highway toward the bay, this quickly becomes some narrow, winding little road full of switchbacks as it takes them deeper and deeper into the hills heading west. Canyon is right - these hills are steep, jagged, almost mountains in their own right except for their height. It would probably be cool to see them by daylight but at night, they're offered a narrow view of one snake of a road between miles of thick black darkness, with the hills blotting out the stars and cutting off the radio signals.]

Hope you don't get carsick, this is kinda nuts. Whoo!

[He's enjoying it, clearly, as he takes yet another sharp bend in the road much too quickly.]