Though she was equipped with the best brakes of her day, the velocity times mass equation quickly overwhelmed the spindly suspension and frame. For those that survived it was a miracle; most did not, their grotesque plastic carcasses flung across pockmarked asphalt strips.

Salvaged souls rife with history & purpose - refit & reimagined for one more shot at deep space glory. Out here on the outer rim we is all stoned immaculate.