Whenever a train pulls into the station while I’m swiping my metrocard, it becomes an Olympic-style sprint to get into the subway before the doors close (except I don’t get a medal if I make it). Missing that train leaves me in a rat-infested, twitterless underground dungeon for 10 minutes longer than I want to be without anyone from the UFC to protect me from the plague. In that 10 minutes, I’ll probably get solicited to buy a bootleg copy of Avatar and be forced to listen to a tone-deaf barbershop quartet sing the same song 4 times. Mike Swick knows exactly how I feel in this video as he races a kitchen through the streets of Phuket (pronounced Puck-it), Thailand. Check out this video he posted on his twitter page.
