Oh, the sweet, sweet thrill of zooming down the road, breeze in your helmet hair and a carefree glint in your eye ... while everybody else sits stock still, groaning at their lateness and envying your sexy pair of wheels. Yep, the ultimate form of schadenfreude is certainly the "Traffic Killer" -- a bespoked, two-pedaled gift from the gods that reminds you that there is still good karma in this world. After all, if you're gonna spew toxins out into the air every day, it only seems right that you'd have to pay that back with tedious hours staring at the "Make America Great Again" bumpersticker on the SUV in front of you. But not for you, this aggravation and slow decomposition of the body. Nope, you arrive at work like a sprinkling of zest, alive and zinging with energy. Now you're ready to slay.