Gringo dream or whatever. I rode the Beast ’cause it’s free: all you do is take off, run, run, jump, and you’re on. ’Course, only if you get a good grip, ’cause if not the Beast will crush you with its steel hooves. If you’re lucky, it kills you, or else you’re lame for good. But life’s a gamble and I went all in, ’cause why the fuck not.
