The Great Red Shark Hunt Will NEVER Be Over

“But with the throttle screwed on, there is only the barest margin, and no room at all for mistakes. It has to be done right… and that’s when the strange music starts, when you stretch your luck so far that fear becomes exhilaration and vibrates along your arms. You can barely see at a hundred; the tears blow back so fast that they vaporize before they get to your ears. The only sounds are the wind and a dull roar floating back from the mufflers. You watch the white line and try to lean with it… howling through a turn to the right, then to the left, and down the long hill to Pacifica… letting off now, watching for cops, but only until the next dark stretch and another few seconds on the edge… The Edge… There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.” -HST

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Although my long strange trip ended quite a few months ago, I feel that the experience taught me more about living without fear than actually concentrating on what the consequences are. Without fear, you can be invincible. Pointing the nose of my own Great Red Shark made hot blood run through my veins and a feeling that although I was in a German machine there was some sort of resonance of Hunters “Great Red Shark”.

There are many things that I’m not proud of, and there are many things that I wish I could change differently. The only thing that I will change, is I will drive my shark more often. The feeling of hot blood in my veins and the lack of fear is addictive. Much more powerful than any drug. I can look at my shark and look at a bottle of liquor and know that the decision is simple, the shark is fearless, and as long as I follow that instinct, I’ll be okay.

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