Triumph is a rose never held by the fiddler, the finagler, the hobbyist and the tyre kicker.
It’s a rose that only comes to those who have the grit to bite the goddamn bullet and crack a few teeth — those courageous enough to stick their necks out and commit years (and in some cases light years) to what they were put on this Earth to do.
Triumph is a rose felt and seen by a brave few — a handful of renegades willing to risk their lives, their money, their reputations, their happiness to cross the chasm — it has no patience for the jack of all trades (master of none).
It wants one thing and one thing only:
By Cole Schafer.