raced past the bushy part , through the whispering , eerily shadowed tunnel of the bamboo patch , along the edge where the road was falling into the river , skid on some gravel , stop , grab side , pant-pant-pant , off again , dont look back , run , run , come on feet , swing on to my street , dont stop now , past manicured verges and shapely shrubs , arrive at last , pause , open gate , skate to a stop at own front door , drop keys twice , open the damn thing , slam it shut , double-bolt those beautiful locks .