Pinearo Rides

Limited miles behind him. He hunched down to hide from the winds of degradation. He knew the faster he got there the sooner he'd have to wait. The mountain summit looming high overhead. The easy path filled him with dull dread. This is not the kind of road the intrepid explorer burned to find. The wrist rolled a little harder and he grit his teeth. The battery percentage fell and his range dwindled like a gamblers chips in a crooked casino. The smaller the numbers got the more he wanted to press on. He'd give up pieces of his soul for just a little more range. The petrol hounds howling in his mind, and DC fast chargers reflecting off his visor from the mirage on the horizon.