S.B.C.U.

The Ebb and Flow of a group ride where no one thinks themselves fast, but is loathsome of being proven right. It goes, then faster, and the marionette strings are cut and they fall into their machines, finding that going faster is not a product of will and "lowness."

And then the After. Fanciful stories regale the crushed souls, sighs of desperation elate the "winners."

And then the After. Flowed away on a four-five-six shuttle, like they were never here. Their steeds returned to stable and awaiting anew, a new group.