clutch kickback vol. 6

Two of them, cold and grinning, at the end of a run

A Mark II coming out of the corner in its own smoke

The flag, waiting by the treeline

Disappearing into a cloud along the wall

Hood up against a January morning

Blue and black running together

The flag up against a hard winter sky

Past the Bridgestone boards with the rears lit

Gold wheels, white car, low winter sun