The static snarls and spits, but beneath it, a rhythm emerges—sharp, unrelenting, like a steel blade slicing through the noise. ZM1A is punching through from the distant shores of New Zealand, and I’m on it, the rig humming with electric tension. Fingers tap, each pulse a heartbeat away from victory, the world shrinking to just two stations locked in a battle of precision. New Zealand is mine—logged and loaded on the scoreboard at The KA3DRR Experience.
