On Akina Pass | Screeching tires make up the noise | Engines are roaring
Kicking out the back | Smoking tire marks are now left | Clutch, Rev, Downshift, Clutch
By Thavien YliasterPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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At My Wits’ End
Life is about taking out the trash and calling it trash because you have every reason to. It wasn't meant to be linear, they say. But the times you tried to make it straight led to problems, and you didn’t have the tools to put any of it to use. You don't put your right shoes on the right feet; you put the left shoes on the left feet. The grey hardened slab will trip you up anyway.
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This felt so wickedly good! Love the little video too :)