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"Hey, hey, easy on the gas!" You realize you've been speeding way too hard while you were going on that tangent. The truck's actually shaking. It does feel kind of cool though, and you're sure you're making 'hella' progress on getting to Sacaton. Which actually reminds you that you need to make sure you don't miss Citadel.
"Hey, that dirt path was-"
"The last path before we turn," you finish for him. "Fuck, these tiny ass little intersections," you vent as you reluctantly brake the truck. "Can go as fast as you want but NO, you just slow down like a turtle for these ninety degree turns," you ramble almost incoherently. "Unless- Hey guys out back, hold on for dear life!" You have an extremely stupid idea that you might never get to try again.
Your right hand rests on the hand-brake as your focus is utterly consumed in attempting to estimate the distance to the near ninety degree turn you're going to navigate. Sure, the truck has armed combatants sitting on the back (hopefully holding onto the bars), guns everywhere, and is at the head of an 'armored column' that could be thrown into chaos with a crash, but one could argue that getting to Citadel slightly faster would constitute a valuable edge in battle. More importantly, drifting in a technical is fucking awesome, and by now everyone should be high enough to just go along with it rather than critique your choices.
"YEAH!" you scream out as your truck skids at high speed, shit flying around while you focus on your footwork and working the wheel. You almost overshoot and hit a stop sign, but as far as you're concerned you got it perfect. "YEAH BITCH! You fucking see that?!"
"Hell yeah brother! Man, that was fa-" Your fellow Crusader sitting shotgun takes an abrupt break from 'gassing you up' to check if the people on the back are actually still there. "Whew, they haven't flown out, we're good!" That little maneuver saved you at least ten seconds, maybe. It was definitely worth it...
