Lungs burning, throat open and aching, phlegm forming up on the walls of her mouth and tonsils, nose running with cool snot, her ears red and pounding with the sound of her breath and pounding heart, the muscles of her legs screaming and her buttocks rock hard against the seat, her increasing body heat escaping out through the collar of her double layered coat, the tips of her fingers freezing, hair whipping back and forth around her forehead and into her eyes, which watered as the wind hit her in the face full on carrying the scent of the ocean and dead seaweed and salty rotting crab carcasses, she rode.