Good old pristine nature. The birds are singing. There's a babbling brook off in the distance. And what's that? At the end of the path? There's a loud mechanical hum, a cloud of dust, and what looks like an almost out of control car barreling straight at you at a speed that seems unrealistic for the kind of road this is. It's getting louder now. It's getting--DEAR GOD WHAT IN THE HOLY-- and there it goes.
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