[ Furiosa pulls the lever back and there's a hydraulic hiss as the cow catcher lifts back up and against the nose of the engine again. ]
Where I'm from vehicles are essential to survival, but like everything else, they're made from scavenged parts from the Old World. It's all we have. No one makes new cars.
[ Her hands return to the steering wheel, and she circles around it, feeling the grooves. ]
They hold a... significance. This steering wheel is mine, and if someone else were to drive this rig, they would use their own. It's supposed to symbolize my connection to the machine.
[ Her hands drift to the steering column, and there's a small click before the steering wheel is released and she can pop it off. ]
Style varies by tribe. The Citadel where I lived made war machines, like this rig. The Buzzards are scavengers and their cars are covered in rusty spikes to blend in with the sand. The tribe I was born in -- The Many Mothers -- prefer motorbikes. They were farmers. Swift and strong women.
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Where I'm from vehicles are essential to survival, but like everything else, they're made from scavenged parts from the Old World. It's all we have. No one makes new cars.
[ Her hands return to the steering wheel, and she circles around it, feeling the grooves. ]
They hold a... significance. This steering wheel is mine, and if someone else were to drive this rig, they would use their own. It's supposed to symbolize my connection to the machine.
[ Her hands drift to the steering column, and there's a small click before the steering wheel is released and she can pop it off. ]
Style varies by tribe. The Citadel where I lived made war machines, like this rig. The Buzzards are scavengers and their cars are covered in rusty spikes to blend in with the sand. The tribe I was born in -- The Many Mothers -- prefer motorbikes. They were farmers. Swift and strong women.