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About those mud-grips: they ARE terrible on hardtop roads. Dare I say dangerous, unless you adjust for their foibles: slipping on the wet, skiing on the ice, skidding on the curves, sliding through the yellows-turned-red. Besides all that, there is the noise, the noise, everywhere the noise. And when you pull out your credit card to fill-up at the pump; expect more noise, this time in the form of whining and whimpering and wondering what the hell have I done.
But as soon as you turn off that hardtop and into the mush, muck, mud and mire: all is forgiven. The angles start singing. The sky turns blue. All negatives turn positive. Whatever could I have been thinking on those man-made, artificial, ecology-busting blacktops back there? These knobbly things are beautiful!!
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