By Nickalas Adams The tires of Johnny’s Jeep tear up ore tailings into a cloud of red dust. This dust furthers our odds in winning, since the pickup in pursuit is surely driving blind. The noon sunlight cutting through a lane in the lush canopy above makes the dust cloud seem like a moving wall that can’t keep up. Our Jeep weaves at high speeds between the numerous boulders, holes, and fallen trees. The vehicle in second place plows over all, the driver indifferent. Inside the cab of the Jeep, I anchor myself in the passenger seat, holding onto the door through the window and a Mountain Dew in the cup holder. John drives like an angry teenage troublemaker who just received a license and powerful vehicle, which is exactly…