Fremont Street | Wednesdays Downtown | May 21, 2014 | 7:47 p.m.

Look at the determination on his face. It’s almost as serious as my face was when I realized “Eye of the Tiger” was blasting from somewhere in the distance. That’s my jam. I had to find the source. I hustled past the nice tattooed gentleman painting flowers in the Painter’s Lounge and walked as quickly as I could toward the sound. As the gallop beat kicked in, I picked up my pace. Turns out, the sound was being controlled by this man’s feet. His bike may not have been going anywhere, but as far as I was concerned, it was clearly headed in the right direction. When he stopped pedaling, Survivor’s hit stopped playing. But in the end, he had the will to survive. Turn it up to 11. Let’s do this.