Sometimes we wander around northwestern Poland, usually by bikes. A few months ago, I noticed a large, unused railway siding in the middle of the forest. I thought to myself: “This is a place worth remembering when the white stuff starts falling from the sky”. Some time passed, the stars aligned perfectly: Forester, Tomek, I, and the snow found ourselves in the right place at the right time. Here’s the result of a good few minutes with AT locked in 1st gear, starting from virgin powder, to this:

This is the departure, while the Impreza arrived at its hideout, right in the heart of the city, bringing back this postcard:

345hp/525Nm nae bad.

• Impreza
• Gd
• Sti
• Forester
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