Content 21+ Gasoline was burning, litres per minute. The Turbocharged monster was tearing down the road roaring over the desert, running for the sun. Black polished hood, covering the beast inside, was pan-hot - you could boil a whole pig on it.

The monster and the man were fleeing from something, and this desert was the only witness of the rush.

They didn’t care about speed limits, nor they thought … Read the rest