Less than 5 kilometers northwest of Moab town lies a red rock area that connects the canyon to the east and the Gobi Desert to the north.
Hongyan District stretches for dozens of kilometers and has many places suitable for street racing.
Every weekend or holiday, groups of people come here to ride off-road vehicles.
The weather is exceptionally sunny today.
The sky was cloudless.
The winter sun feels exceptionally comfortable on the skin.
31-year-old William Brady was driving a dark blue Land Rover Defender, bumping along a gentle slope strewn with red rocks.
The powerful roar of the engine, mixed with excited shouts, carried far and wide.
A dark red dust cloud billowed from the rear of the Land Rover Defender...
William Brady was excited; he had good luck today and took the lead shortly after the start.
William Brady has participated in many informal, amateur races like this, but it is rare for him to take the lead right from the start.
The off-road course in Moab isn't actually that big, but it's challenging.
The first 30 kilometers of the red rock Yardang landform is the most difficult to traverse. William remembers that even in his prime, he never won this section in a single race.
"Damn it, it's been so much quieter these past few days since the old man's not around, and I feel like my luck has improved a lot too!"
William muttered to himself as he gripped the steering wheel:
"No matter what, I'm going to get first place on the whole route today!"
"This feeling of being free is so exhilarating! Hahaha..."
William had just crossed a steep, rugged slope when the Land Rover launched itself in an exaggerated arc, flying more than ten meters before crashing heavily onto the top of another slope.
"Awesome! That's fucking exciting!"
"These guys probably won't even get a whiff of my exhaust fumes."
William yelled repeatedly, shifted his sore bottom from the jolting, and glanced casually at the rearview mirror.
Indeed, no other off-road vehicles were seen chasing after them in the dust and smoke behind the car.
But a red car sped through the dust and caught up with them at an incredible speed.
"Shit! What's going on?"
William was startled.
In the blink of an eye, the red car caught up with his car.
"My God, this...this is actually a pickup truck?!"
As the car behind him drew closer, William took a closer look and realized that the opponent that had suddenly appeared was not an off-road vehicle participating in the race at all.
It was actually an 80% new Ford pickup truck!
What kind of international joke is this?
When did even pickup trucks dare to join in the fun?
This guy drives pretty well.
The red pickup truck executed a beautiful side drift at the top of the hill, quickly overtaking the Land Rover.
"Shit! Shit!!"
"Which bastard let this in?"
William Brady cursed loudly while pounding on the steering wheel.
The more enjoyable it was just now, the more annoyed I am now.
We finally fought our way to the top today, but before the race is even halfway through, we've already been overtaken!
What's most frustrating is that the vehicle that beat him wasn't even a properly modified off-road vehicle.
It was an ordinary pickup truck that appeared out of nowhere!
After crossing another slope, the pickup truck ahead was still accelerating.
The overwhelming dust of the world blurred his vision and made William cough a few times.
Prince William hated the feeling of being consumed by exhaust fumes.
For some reason, he felt an especially strong hatred today.
Without saying a word, he gritted his teeth, stepped on the gas pedal hard, and chased after the car relentlessly, risking the possibility of it overturning at any moment.
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Seventeen or eighteen minutes later, William's Land Rover Defender finally broke out of the red rock formation area.
He has completely lost his temper.
That red pickup truck had long since left him far behind.
Now, having left the Yardang terrain and entered the Gobi Desert, his time is shorter than in any previous race.
But poor Prince William was not happy at all.
He suddenly realized that it wouldn't matter how many off-road vehicles he beat.
Losing to a pickup truck is a disgrace, it's disgusting!
William steered the car and continued along the planned race route.
He remained silent, his thin face so somber it seemed to drip water.
The roads in the Gobi Desert are not actually difficult to travel on, but there are too many sharp stones, and tires can easily be punctured if you are not careful.
If you continue north for another five or six kilometers, you will likely pass a Utah National Guard camp.
Thanks to his old man, William visited that military camp twice.
He knew it was a comprehensive training base, with a guard battalion stationed there year-round and several large military supply depots.
The Land Rover was moving very fast, and in less than 5 minutes, it arrived at the edge of the Moab military camp.
Through the windshield, he could see the outline of a military camp a kilometer to his left.
Strangely, the red pickup truck appeared outside the military camp gate.
What is it doing at the Moabite military camp?
"Was the driver from the military camp just now?"
"That's impossible. When did Lieutenant Colonel Kohler's unit produce such a talent?"
William suddenly developed a strong interest in the person who overtook him.
As for off-road racing and the like, he had long forgotten about it.
Never mind, let's find the guy driving first.
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