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He hit the ramp. For a few breathtaking seconds, the truck was weightless, a steel bird suspended against a bright blue sky. Then, gravity reclaimed its prize.

Alex hit the "Slow Motion" key. He watched as the tire sidewalls flexed and burst, and the drive shaft snapped with a violent jerk. It was a chaotic, beautiful symphony of soft-body physics. He hit the ramp

The pixelated landscape of the West Coast USA map stretched out before Alex, shimmering with the promise of high-speed chaos. After weeks of scouring forums, he had finally found it: . the truck was weightless