I met him on a short hill overlooking the road,some macho Welsh local covered in rain and dirt, pulling a beer from his poncho and waiting for the next car to wail past. I asked him why he had trekked into the woods, and soaked through his boots,standing for hours on the side of a road, just to come by sprayed with rocks from screaming, and 300 horsepower hatchbacks.
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