The Running of the Bulls

So I Re-conned the Enterprise CX area and am definitely not taking my little city/cross bike, one speeder. I want gears and grouser tires. I want rain and mud. I want a driving wind that'll scare the well diggers of acidosia. I do not wish to be owned for Christmas. I will drink off my magic potion and transform into that troglodytic aberration I call Hardwick and hammer me noggin' off. Coincidently, the preceding paragraph can be sung to the tune of "Bulls on Parade" by Rage Against The Machine.