“Yeee-hawww!”
With her characteristic battle cry, the 26-year-old “Lucky” Yoshikawa floored her aluminum-framed sand buggy and soared through the air over the sunlit sand dunes. KER-THUNK! The big-wheeled buggy landed bouncily as the wind swept more sand across her dusty mirrored goggles and whipped her black red-streaked pigtails. Through the exhilaration, she grunted in her unheard British accent, “Ouch.”
Rumbling right behind her, another buggy roared through the air. And landed. KER-CLANK!
“Ergh!” grunted the 19-year-old “Pegasus” Mandara, as he fought to regain control of his just-as-big-wheeled vehicle, fought to readjust the baseball cap that barely clung to his pale close-cropped scalp, and fought to keep his blue-goggled blue eyes focused ahead on the target’s flapping red flag.
“Come on! Whattaya doing?” barked the big black 6-foot-6-inch “Hitchhiker” Osbourne above the rushing wind and their own flapping blue flag. “Yer gonna lose her!”
Pegasus barked back to his orange-capped passenger. “No freakin’ way!”
Lucky
[and my addition to today, aug 12th:]
Like a silver-ribbed demon, the red-flagged buggy zigged and zagged and leapt and bounced across dune after dune, spewing a cloudy wall of sand and dust behind her.
“Damn,” spat Hitch. “I hate it when she gets this way!”
“Hahaha! When ain’t she this way?”
