Monday, February 1, 2010

The Game

The sickly blue haze of spent fuel hung over the assembled like a premonition. No waivers would be signed, no entrance fees collected. Preparations, hastily made, would be tested tonight. Alloyed metals, intended for high speed endurance, would be subjected to obscene shear and loading. For this was the urban arena. A viscous asphalt playground where any mistake would enact a painful toll. The new generation understood the rules perfectly. Gear Up, Dump Clutch, and Ride Among Us. 

The Metal God would like to welcome his flock to the Icon Spring 2010 collection. Can I get an Amen? 

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