Imagine you’re standing at the edge of a hill more than 150 feet high, sprawling vineyards to your left, oaks in every direction, red-tailed hawks wheeling at eye-level, and you’re about to step off the edge and fly into the landscape courtesy of the Renegade. The 1,300-foot ride is a thrill, more along the vein of the hawk’s comfortable glide than a rollercoaster’s jarring trajectory.
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