“Unveiling Secrets: How Jess Phoenix’s ‘The Race’ Transforms the Meaning of Survival in an Unforgiving World”
At that moment, I understood what it means to take ownership of your life. No cavalry was coming to the rescue. The barely rideable horse I was hanging from was not going to suddenly behave. The inexorable motorbike with its malicious crew was still advancing. This was the definition of do-or-die.
With one final, supreme exertion I willed every iota of strength to my legs. I squeezed and rocked forward and up as hard as I could manage. Every fiber of my being strained to get me into that saddle. Anthracite plunged forward, speeding through the night with the devil on his heels, one gopher hole away from irrevocable disaster.
