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Thirty miles an hour down the Jones Falls Expressway had never felt so amazing. Janzen raced southbound into the city faster than anyone, and with each increasing number on his speedometer, he reached something closer to freedom. Big metal bodies around him flashed by in blurs. The surrounding rush hour traffic pushed foot- by-foot into Baltimore with thrusts of red-lit propulsion. With his chest nearly parallel to the road, the only resistance he faced came from a late summer breeze off the Chesapeake, and he squeezed in his elbows and dropped low on his bars to combat such a force.

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