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ok i really dont feel like writing, so heres some pix from todays drive that speak for themselves.

as u can imagine from the post name, the maroon FJ is Yawar. pix credit goto myself, Scotty Boi, yamootie, rich, and few others sorry if i missed u you

Taimour's Stock LC

Irakli's Patrol

mar1's Pathfinder - me

Yawar Bawar!!!

today… today… today was the day i made an enemy. not an enemy of flesh and blood, not an enemy of breath and thought, not an enemy of hatred and distraught, but an enemy of a different nature. a nature of nature itself. of sand. of a dune. of a location. an impassable location. a pithole, a sinkplace. a path uncrossable by the fiercest of 4x4s.

as i drove past the first dune, i glared upon the wanting sands. virgin sands. sands aching for a monster to rip through it. sands craving the very thought of Michelins mutilating the patterns, and scattering the grains. the very sands that have no fear of being thrashed around, and thrown in the air like teenage hands at a rave party. sands that stand so high, the scorching sun merely reflects of the edge, that very awesome edge. the unreachable top. what could nature treasure so much that it decided to hide it at the top of that dune? what unthinkable hoarded wealth could possibly await at the top that the winds had created such a massive sand structure? what unimaginable perfection hides beyond this collosal dune called Iftar Bowl ?

Lost in my thoughts, my loud thoughts, my quiet thoughts, when suddenly the quiet is shattered. shattered by the sound of the FJ screaming a battle cry as it raced toward to dune, and slowly began its attack from the bottom up. climbing, climbing, climbing, until it reached the top with such ease and coordination. as it slowly stopped at the very top, my eyes glared as the FJ slowly turned back down with what i saw as a smile on its face. more of a smirk than a smile. a satisfied smirk, a look that says i conquered, a look that boasts confidence and strength. a look of the kind that only experience brings.

i take one final look at the top, and set my heart and thoughts at conquering this beast, and put an end to all the fear it had in my heart. as i start to ponder whether i had made the right choice, my body reacts and presses the pedal to the floor. my body slides back in the seat, my head snaps back to the cushion at the sprint of my animal. my very own baby beast. my helper, my guider, my path finder, my Nissan. I needed not give it instruction, as it felt a connection between itself and its master, and my thoughts channeled through my body to the gas pedal, to the engine, to the tyres… the everheating tyres, gripping the sand so fiercely, grabbing a threadful , and throwing it back at as it climbed, climbed, and put behind it widened track as it pushed its way forward. a violent savage cry arose from the ferocious engine. almost as if it understood the importance of the climb. the conquer. as it continued its uprise, the body hurt by the anger, but quietened by the intensity of the situation, as all forces became an enemy. the sand, the heat, the sun, even gravity itself was grasping onto the wheels, pulling down, as nature cried for help to stop the savage from ever rising to reach the top, as any virgin sand would cry and shudder at the first mount.

the engine slowly using all of the energy it had left, with a single bead of sweat slowly moving down my brow, i see the top so near, so very far, by so very very near, as the pathfinder suddenly gave one last roar, and thravelled to the top, reaching, with pride where few had reached.

the top. the awaited climax, the dunes head. i came. i saw. i conquered (credits Linkin Park). as the pathfinder looked me one last time at the top, sighing, breathing heavily, i give it a gentle pat as it looks at me with proud eyes. i turn its head face down to see the view from the top, and i notice the FJ in the distance as if gives a tiny nod. a nod of approval. a nod of long awaited respect. i go back down the hill slowly, taking in the view, allowing my beast to catch its breath.

this battle i had won. this time i had prevailed. this time, nature had allowed me to move one step ahead. could it be a trap? could it be luring me into the next large dune? could the trophy at the top of the next gigantic sand formation be the end ?

till next friday, i await in anticipation. i await for my enemy to give me one more test. today… today i made a enemy. an enemy to respect, an enemy to prepare for. an enemy to love.

huge words to comprehend, difficult to live by, and almost impossible to foresee. For if we had the insight on the outcomes of our choices, we wouldnt mistake, or would we?

our choices led us to where we are today. our decisions altered the realities to be. our judgement prevails.

but today is a friday gone, and a new satuday at the eve of creation. let bygones be bygones, rejoice out thoughts, and be thankful that the future holds what we cannot predict, always keeping us in mystery, perplexed in the thoughts of tomoro, dismissing out thoughts of today to make room for a new.

a new day, a new life, a new beginning. today… today.. today was a good day.

if life were a desert, and the dunes were the harsh reality and obstacles you cross everyday, without seeing whats behind that next dune. your eagerness drives you to accelerate, but wait! what if a surprise awaits on the top of that hill you are not ready for?

you have no choice but to chance, to risk it all, to dare to go where you see others have been.

you risk it, you succeed, you fail, it doesnt matter. what truly burns inside… the passion to dare, to push to the limit, to widen the very whites of your eyes… to feel the blazing sand rip thru your skin, penetrate every pore, smolder every last inch of you, that shouts DONT GET STUCK… Dont get stuck… dont.. get.. stuck…

until… alas you do. your hope slowly declines, your strength at a standstill. you bow your head at the awe of power of nature that possesses your heart, and shows you your set limits in the fiercest of ways.

only then do you look behind to see a friend with a rope, to pull you out of your thoughts, to help, to stay, and to drive by you till you reach your goal.

analogies getting out of control.

hope all gone. new hope awaits for tomoro. for next friday. for the next big dune to tackle. for the next big dune to destroy. for the next big ego to be fulfilled.

a picture worth a thousand pixels.