Hidden in the Wasatch mountains, on the Northeast tip of Utah, there exists a band; a group of men so illusive you may hardly know they exist. Rumors of encounters with these mysterious individuals are often mentioned but never confirmed. Like ghosts they travel, sometimes not making appearances for months at a time. If and when they do, legend has it, translucent lights shine like giant fireballs in the sky, and thunder roars like the devil's stock car engine tearing through the night, as old souls chant for their lost innocence, salvation and the eternal beauty of the fight.
