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Our black and white camera starts to freeze up.
Only half a mile to go and I'm on the gas, flying across a thin coating of ice on the narrow track made by the walkers over the deep snow. The CZ is running like a champ, I could have pulled a wheelie - if there had been some grip for the rear tyre! I swear I could see the blue sky turn into the airless black of space above us, but that might just have been a lack of oxygen in my mind... |