His scenario was simple: "Winter Haul – On Time or Nothing." No checkpoints. No undo buttons. Just a stopwatch and the howl of a virtual blizzard.
Outside his window, real snow had begun to fall. But Keks 40 didn't notice. He was already pulling the throttle to notch one, listening to the sand hiss, and smiling at the infinite, perfect rails ahead.
Then he queued up the return trip. The 9:45 empty containers back to Norden. A different challenge. A different wind.