That time I drove a monster truck (And broke It)

So, I drove a monster truck once. Yeah, one of those towering beasts with tires the size of my flat. All engine growl and metal carnage. I was invincible, or so I thought

It started off epic… The instructor handed over the wheel, gave me a quick “don’t die” rundown, and off I went, lumbering this tank on wheels towards a dusty old banger. One moment I’m rolling over it as I hear the crunch of glass and metal beneath me, and the next… silence. The truck sputters, coughs, and just stops…

Turns out I’d gone a little hard. In the spirit of total destruction, I may have uh, destroyed the clutch itself. Put the poor truck into retirement, at least until it got a few costly repairs.

So yeah, to the folks after me, sorry about the wait. But can I just say? Totally worth it.

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