The Red of Heaven

The stars are going to align. We've got Quiato back from his crash on top form. Tom concussion free. Rowi stepping up. Benturna is another one. He raced the races better and better. Flanders, Deronda, mate. I've got this tingle. We're flying high. E3, we've all gone. Took a few left, right. It's got knocked down a little bit but Ronda, mate, we're fucking back. Boom. Sounds like I've got a signal up in Sierra Nevada for that. Mate, the Ronda. Shit's going down. We're going to be mini Oscar-rennadeers