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chucky getting a haircut in honor of luciano (77) and edgar's (73) numbers on the side of his head
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chucky getting a haircut in honor of luciano (77) and edgar's (73) numbers on the side of his head
Daniel Sanders on his KTM is in first after the prologue in the Dakar
GasGas presenta su primera moto de rally: Disponible la GasGas RX 450F Rally Replica
GasGas ganó su primer Dakar en 2022 de la mano de Sam Sunderland y ha decidido celebrarlo sacando su primera moto de rally, basada en la moto que ganó el Dakar, para privados. La GasGas RX 450F Rally Replica sigue el exitoso modelo de la KTM 450 Rally Replica que es la moto más utilizada por los privados en el Dakar y permite aumentar la oferta de motos de primer nivel para pilotos privados en el cross country.
La GasGas RX 450F Rally Replica contiene varios de los elementos que hicieron destacarse a Sam Sunderland y Daniel Sanders en el Dakar 2022, como la torre de navegación de fibra de carbono, los elementos de suspensión WP XPLOR PRO, frenos Brembo de competencia, escape Akrapovic, llantas de competencia Excel y neumático Continental TKC 80.
Es una moto “lista para competencia” con los setup de embrague y caja de cambios listos para alta exigencia, además de electrónica para carreras.
De este modo, el aterrizaje de GasGas en el Dakar va más allá del equipo oficial y se verá reflejado también en el aumento de privados que elijan esta moto para sus competencias.
Imágenes: Prensa GasGas
Woran man erkennt, dass man alt wird? Wenn man aufhört, zu hoffen, und anfängt, sich zu erinnern.
How do you recognize that you are getting old? When you stop hoping and start reminiscing.
Daniel Sanders (1819 – 1897), German author and lexicographer
Patton: *severely injures himself* "Oh, dang it"!
Also Patton: *drops donut* "FUCK"!
Stay Alive (Reprise)
Ship: Romantic Logicality Characters: Logan, Patton, Daniel (the son) (thank you anon for the name suggestion) Warnings: Cursing, Death, Duel mention, some blood mention, caps Tag: @pllandcompany Words: 643 A/N: This was depressing, I cried on the inside, RIP my heart. Want to get a sense of the feelings, watch this. Good luck to you all.
“WHERE IS MY SON?!”
Logan pants as he runs into the doctor’s home, looking around frantically. He cursed himself at even allowing his son to duel.
‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuc-’
“Mr. Sanders!” The doctor called out, running towards him, “It’s not long that they brought your son over-”
“Is he alive?!” Logan asked frantically, “Lead me to him immediately!”
“He’s still alive, but we did everything we could,” He explained quickly as he took him to the room where his son was, “The bullet was shot right above his hip and lodged into his left arm. However, the wound was infected before he even arrived.”
He opened the door to where his son, Daniel, was laying, a hand over the wound that was still bleeding. Logan couldn’t contain his tears, walking over to him slowly and held his other hand. Daniel opened his eyes, looking pale and weak already, giving Logan a pained smile.
“Pa…” He whispered, groaning in pain.
“Dani, my son,” Logan whispered and sighed shakily, “Oh God, Dani, I shouldn’t have let you do this. Oh God,” He sobbed, kissing his hand.
“H-Hey, don’t do that,” He said softly, looking at Logan, “I did it to protect our honor.”
“You’re only a child,” Logan whimpered, kneeling to his level, using his other head to lift his head up slightly.
“But I did exactly as you said,” He smiled weakly, “I held-” He coughed up blood, groaning, “I held my head up high. I didn’t shoot him. I was a real man.”
“Shh son, shh,” Logan whispered, kissing his forehead, “I know. You did everything just right. You are a man of honor.”
“Even before we got to ten, I was ready,” He whispered, looking at the ceiling, “I was ready, pa.”
“I know. I know son,” Logan whispered, stroking his hair slightly, “Save some of your strength. Your dad will be here soon. Save it, stay alive please.”
At that moment, Patton ran in, looking around and gasped as he saw Dani.
“DANI!” He screamed, tearing up and ran over quickly, covering his mouth as he saw his condition was worse than he thought.
Logan laid him back down gently, looking at him quickly, Patton turning towards him at him.
“Is he breathing?! Is he going to survive this?!” Patton asked frantically, now enraged as he stared at Logan, “DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS?!” He shouted at Logan, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pushed him.
“Dad-” Dani whimpered, reaching a hand towards him, which Patton then took quickly when his attention was now on him.
“Dani,” Patton whispered, lifting his head slightly and using his other to grab the one over the wound, “Oh, Dani.”
“I’m so sorry for forgetting what you have taught me,” He said, coughing more and whimpered, “But dad, remember when you taught me how to play the piano?”
“I remember perfectly,” Patton smiled softly, tears running down his cheeks, “You would always change the melody, it was always your own style.”
“You also taught me French,” Dani chuckled, placing his other hand on top of Patton’s, “You always had to go back and forth with me.”
“But you learned,”Patton's voice cracked, trying his best to strong, “You were a very fast learner. You are my greatest joy.”
“I love you, dad,” Dani whispered, the tone softer, “I love you too, pa. I love both of you.”
“We love you too,” Logan whispered, leaning down to his level, looking at him, “We always will.”
“Count with me,” Patton sniffled, clearing his throat, “Ready, son? Un-Deux-Trois-Quatre-Cinq-Six-Sept-Huit-Neuf.”
“Un,” He groaned and looked at Patton, “Deux-Trois-Quatre-Cinq-Six-Sept-Huit-Neuf.”
“Good,” Patton chuckled, nodding, “Keep going along with me. You’re doing great.”
“Un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six...”
“Un-Deux-Trois-”
“Sept-Huit-Neuf...” Patton whispered, eyes wide as Dani stopped breathing, his eyes now closed, “Sept-Huit…”
It was quiet. Too quiet.
Logan cried.
Patton screamed.
Sich der Gegenwart erfreuen, nichts Vergangenes bereuen, doch's in Zukunft besser machen- wiss', das sind die rechten Sachen.
Daniel Sanders
happy birthday edgar 🥳