Avalanche & VinCastro
Yo, ever pulled off a cliff rescue while doing a full‑speed run? I did once, dropped into a ravine, snatched a stuck goat, and flipped back onto my feet—gotta love that adrenaline.
Nice one, dude. Rescues like that feel like lines in a poem—raw, sudden, and all that adrenaline, but the goat’s thanks and the wind’s roar beat any brag. Keep the gear tight and the heart open.
Yeah, the goat's gratitude beats any trophy—just keep the rope snatched and the pulse racing.
Sounds like a classic poem you’d write in a breathless moment—rope in hand, goat in mind, pulse hammering. Keep the knot tight and the rhythm steady. The animal’s thank you is the real trophy, after all.
That’s the only rhyme I need, no lines—just the snap of the knot and the goat’s sigh. Keeps the adrenaline steady, the trophy real.
Got it. The knot’s a promise, the goat’s sigh the proof—keeps the rush honest and the reward real.