The Real Terminator
Of A Cold Early Winter Sunset and Screaming 645s
...not much more I'd care to say describing this scene. One of those very bright but blustery verge-of-winter sunsets you only get in November and December. We are dug in at one of my "super secret locations" (take careful note of the air quotes), in a beautifully serene patch of Northwest Indiana duneland that hasn't been developed. What could I be waiting for? The only thing I wouldn't mind breaking the ever-present silence of the impending winter: the blissful noise of a pair of turbocharged 645s screaming their guts out.
B09 heads east at sunset with 50 loaded coil sleds bound for New Carlisle.
Of A Cold Early Winter Sunset and Screaming 645s
...not much more I'd care to say describing this scene. One of those very bright but blustery verge-of-winter sunsets you only get in November and December. We are dug in at one of my "super secret locations" (take careful note of the air quotes), in a beautifully serene patch of Northwest Indiana duneland that hasn't been developed. What could I be waiting for? The only thing I wouldn't mind breaking the ever-present silence of the impending winter: the blissful noise of a pair of turbocharged 645s screaming their guts out.
B09 heads east at sunset with 50 loaded coil sleds bound for New Carlisle.