Down, down, down the Honky Car rolled, quickly approaching the ramp. Stands holding thousands of spectators aligned either side, and as the Honky Car launched off the ramp, they erupted in cheers. Just a cabin and four wheels, the Honky Car was fragile, but that was the point. It achieved maximum height with its light weight, and the passengers rocketed out of the roof at the apex.
As they descended in their parachutes, the Honkey Car crashed into the wall of the North Plateau on the other side of the gorge. Another round of applause sounded from the stands at the explosion. Every week this would repeat until they could consistently land the Honkey Car on the North Plateau, and even then, the tradition would likely continue. It'd become a staple part of the citizens lives in Arid Twelve by now.
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