Beam me up, Scotty!
Who says a telephone booth in the middle of cow-country Texas can't serve as a tele-porting station? The weather's great to shoot up through sky riding my mountain bike. Maybe I'll even catch up with E.T. By the looks of the ground I can tell that it hasn't been just me who's chosen this path before. The hell with Texan night life, I can just make out the shape of the mother-ship in the distance.