MABLETHORPE

Against the backdrop of a forgotten seaside resort, the air explodes with the roar of engines as riders make their way to the start line.  Overhead, storm clouds hover, threatening rain – but no one seems to bat an eyelid.  At the marshal’s signal, the rope drops and the bikes lurch forward, kicking up a wave of sand as they shoot into the distance.

Clifford/Huck, 2020

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