let the THING pass you, as you all slam on your brakes
From the light of their bike headlamps, they can make out the figure
of something big, brown and hairy running towards them. They all
scream again. Suddenly, the THING lunges towards Barbara, who is
closest by. She feels something very cold and wet, mostly wet,
against the side of her face.
Not knowing if they can out-bike the fast approaching THING, Dave
yells out, "WAIT A MINUTE!" Their bikes all come to a
screeching halt, and something races by them so fast, they can't make
out what it is (or, was!).
