![]() ![]() I hit the gas and charge ahead, trying my best to land on the moving vehicle. Then I hear it: the telltale whistle of a train. ![]() I'm sitting on a dusty hill, miles outside of the busy core of Los Santos, and I'm waiting. ![]() The bright orange San Andreas sun is blinding, but the tinted mask on my motocross helmet helps dull the effect.
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