Over the pass and into the great forest with engines at high revs.
What was the rush, one might wonder.
There was no hurry, it was the sound of the chase that summoned adventure, open horizons and endless adventures.
The stories were true, there were the good, sweet and kind, there were the monstrous brutes.
Everything is fit for something and something doesn’t always want to know.
Right and wrong, the new adventure and gentle frontier.
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