Three Days With Nate
Jun 03, 2021
3 minutes
BY AARON WOOD
HIS FACE READ like a ledger recording time on the flats, despite Nate still being a young guide. The constant wearing of sunglasses had left the skin around his eyes the color of sand, and beneath them, shades of chocolate traced his cheekbone. When I told him I wanted to go for permit, Nate only nodded, took his station by the tiller, and turned the throttle wide open.
The 70-horse dropped from a gut-busting roar to
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