An excerpt from the novel No Country For Old Hipsters, wherein a Texas sheriff tries to cope with a brutal string of fixed gear bicycle-related violence and considers the possibility that he is no longer cut out for his line of work.
The man stepped away from the bicycle. Chigurh could see the doubt come into his eyes at this greasestained figure before him but it came too late. He placed his hand on the rear tire valve like a faith healer. The pneumatic hiss and click of the compressed air sounded like a door closing. The back tire popped and the bicycle toppled over. Bits of rubber peppered the man’s face and eyes carrying with it his slowly uncoupling world visible to see. Chigurh wiped his hand with his handkerchief.