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Zen MBB Master
High Speed stormed into the Makuri Race Track with a star-studded roster of eight riders: Otto W, Larry Oz, Cliff F, Laura C, John C, Mike S, Connie S, and Rick M. They came ready to show their little brother, Low Drag, that the Draggers aren't quite ready for the big time.
Meanwhile, Low Drag sashays to the start, albeit seriously undermanned but confident. Hawkman led our team, with Jim Mc. as his trusted lieutenant, tasked with ferrying rookie Bobby S. and me—the water boy—around the course. We raced so hard someone wrote a poem about it. "All in the valley of Death-Rode the 4 Low Draggers Forward, Team Low Drag into the Valley of Death!"
It didn’t take long for the writing to be on the wall. By the four-kilometer mark, High Speed was already asserting their dominance, showcasing teamwork and power as they tackled the first climb. They had gained more than a Kilometer on us. Our only hope was for one of their riders to falter, but with their eight powerhouse turbo engines pitted against our four humble Briggs & Stratton, that was wishful thinking.
With ten kilometers to go, High Speed surged past us like a freight train. We had no chance to Serengeti the hooligans. We fought to hang on, but it was futile—High Speed had mastered the art of passing while protecting their pack.
As they pulled away, I consoled myself, thinking, "Let these savages go; they’re not that hot. Dirty Watts passed us faster than they did!"
Despite the lopsided outcome, Low Drag raced with honor. Next week, we’ll be back—not with 4 but plenty more! To be continued...
Meanwhile, Low Drag sashays to the start, albeit seriously undermanned but confident. Hawkman led our team, with Jim Mc. as his trusted lieutenant, tasked with ferrying rookie Bobby S. and me—the water boy—around the course. We raced so hard someone wrote a poem about it. "All in the valley of Death-Rode the 4 Low Draggers Forward, Team Low Drag into the Valley of Death!"
It didn’t take long for the writing to be on the wall. By the four-kilometer mark, High Speed was already asserting their dominance, showcasing teamwork and power as they tackled the first climb. They had gained more than a Kilometer on us. Our only hope was for one of their riders to falter, but with their eight powerhouse turbo engines pitted against our four humble Briggs & Stratton, that was wishful thinking.
With ten kilometers to go, High Speed surged past us like a freight train. We had no chance to Serengeti the hooligans. We fought to hang on, but it was futile—High Speed had mastered the art of passing while protecting their pack.
As they pulled away, I consoled myself, thinking, "Let these savages go; they’re not that hot. Dirty Watts passed us faster than they did!"
Despite the lopsided outcome, Low Drag raced with honor. Next week, we’ll be back—not with 4 but plenty more! To be continued...
