I know I should use the brake more often when I am driving down the mountain. Yet, I don’t. I wade into the turns with full abandon; I move from the yellow line to white line to match the curves of the road. My body is flush with adrenaline. My hands tremble has they lightly grasp the wheel. The Dropkick Murphy’s blare through the speakers of my car. It does nothing to abate my recklessness. While I am attempting to catch my nadir with my car, I can see out of the corner of my eye that the mid-day sun is causing the water falling off the jagged rocks to glisten.