A while ago a friend and I were driving the back roads of Sacramento late on a Halloween night, listening to the local public radio station play the Hall of the Mountain King. I saw that we were coming to a small rise over some railroad tracks just as the music was reaching the crescendo, gunned it and caught air just at the perfect moment in the music. Never forget that. So yeah, “careening through a twisting canyon,listening to the theme from the Last Star Fighter” sounds awesome!
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