Some things have changed in New York City over the past few decades, some new buildings have gone up; some others have been torn down. Cars still roamed the street, most of them nicer models that still used gasoline and electricity, other people used new flying vehicles, flying busses mostly since it required a special license to drive them. But still people walked or took the subway, continuing their personal daily grind.

But this was a special day for two lucky kids, Lola and Blaze rarely ever got to see their grandmother but today she decided to pay them a visit during thanksgiving weekend. Their parents were busy as usual but the grandmother had a 'glass is always half full' attitude and saw a great opportunity. She decided while the parents were off at work she would take Lola and Blaze to central park for some quality time. Lola was a very curious girl, now that she could fluently speak English she could now ask questions about whatever interested her, which often ended up with five hundred questions per stoplight. On top of that she seemed to be a good listener and absorbed everything she heard.

Blaze is a little older than a toddler but didn't often speak. He seemed to be just as curious as his older sister but was a little slower at digesting answers. But the biggest thing about Blaze was like his older sister he was a sucker for a good story and often wouldn't go to bed unless someone told him one.

Today was an interesting one for all three of them for today was the first time the kids had ever gone to central park. Little had changed over time but it had been such a long time from her last visit it didn't take her long to realize she didn't know where she was going and she was lost in the park. But it was no matter; she would find what she was looking for even if she had to search the whole park.

"It was here, someplace." Said the grandmother

"Grandma we are middle of nowhere" Lola whined, it had been a while since she has had to walk for a period of time and didn't find it to her liking. The grandmother chuckled

"We are right in the middle of New York City, it's been so long since my last visit, and the trees have grown so big."

"But you are going to make yourself tired walking for so long." Lola tried to reason with her to take a short break

"Nonsense it hasn't been more than a quarter of an hour. Not much further."

"Blaze is also getting tired" Lola pointed at and the boy nodded his head in agreement

"Oh a see." The grandmother said with a grin.

Lola's curiosity set in again "grandma, what are we looking for anyway?"

"A memorial"

"A meh-what?" the confused girl asked.

The grandmother sat down on a nearby bench and her two chargers followed suit. "A reminder of a wonderful story, and a place far away from here."

"What place is that grandma?"

"Nome Alaska, it's a small town almost on top of the world, now that really was in the middle of nowhere sweetheart."

She saw Lola's face brighten, she had often heard of Alaska but she didn't know much about it other than it was mostly untamed.

"In the cold winter of 1995 it was snowing hard, back then the fastest and most relievable way was one man on his sled or snowmobile. Races were held every year to find which person or team was the fastest. And the competition was very fierce."

Alaska had a reputation of being cold and today was no exception. At nearly -30 degrees below zero outside very few would dare venture outside for long periods of time. Outside of the town of Nome there were tall snow covered mountain ranges and forests that would stop any man are he is a mountain man or a city slicker to pause and stare with awe at the awesome landscape.

But there were some men who were immune to the lands harsh beauty and mostly because it is all they have ever known, also because the best of these men were out riding in the late morning on their snowmobiles. But these men were no pleasure riders like the ones in the lower 48. These men were professional racers and each one had their respective sponsors.

Of the dozens of racers that stared this cross country race days ago only fourteen still had a winning chance.

At the head of the pack was Steele and Storm. Both were well known racers respectively but like any racer was they were extremely competitive once the race began. As the two kept racing on neck and neck they soon realized the valley narrowed into a path wide enough for about one racer. Star, a racer on his team and shared Steele's same sponsor yelled at him over the roar of the engines "Steele we are not going to make it!"

Steele ignored him and tried to think of what he could still do to win this race. He realized that the upgraded snowmobile engines were so loud their riders could barely hear themselves think and if they could they were focused on their stagey, it was the reason they had gotten this far.

Seeing the opportunity he stealthy slid his hand into his jacket and pulled out his revolver, it shot a smaller bullet so when Steele pulled the trigger the gunshot was drowned in the hum of the engines and no one seemed to take notice. What they did notice was Storms belt snap off suddenly and came skidding to a halt at a fast rate, causing six other racers to crash into storm while the Steele took the lead while the other seven followed him in single file.

While the six other racers who had wiped out were wondering what on earth was going on Storm knew exactly what happened and as he saw Steele's black and white snowmobile speed away Storm roared at the top of his voice "STEELE!"

Steele looked behind him and a smug grin came onto his face as he saw his main competition fade into the distance as he turned his attention of the small town of Nome came into view, he was dimly aware of a flare coming over his head to signal his arrival.