You hold your breath and wince as you watch your mangled body strike the race track at lethal speed, get thrown from your quad bike and subsequently trampled like a flimsy ragdoll. Trying to play the air guitar whilst standing on your handle bars, you notice the mud is approaching far more rapidly than you'd calculated. Solitary Whistling accompanies your rocketing descent towards the ground.
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