Step 2
Into the beast’s belly he ventured,
Where gears ground their dirge and belts sang their woe.
The turbo hissed like an angry wyrm,
And the fuel lines wept with a sorrowful flow.
With diagnostics, he unraveled their pain,
Tracing whispers of faults through circuits and chains.
His tools, extensions of his indomitable will,
Wrought miracles in silence, precise and still.
A manifold’s crack, a valve’s decay,
The language of damage he read each day.
With hands as steady as time’s own march,
He mended the flaws beneath the machine’s arch.
Through nights long and cold, his craft endured,
The symphony of repair his soul assured.
Each nut and bolt, a verse in his song,
Each hiss of hydraulics where he belonged.
PROCEED TO THE FOLLOWING LOCATION AND LOOK FOR THE STATUE:
37°40’51.8″N 113°03’41.7″W
