Old ponies used to have a saying about display teams, a saying that the current generation would bat aside as nonsense. After all, how could the best of the Wonderbolts, the greatest display team in Equestria, be the worst of a team that suddenly disbanded before they were even born?

With his own vice gone, Concorde looks for something that would itch the adrenaline bug and stumbles across Hurricane as he tries to revive the name of the team he idolized as a colt.

Author's notes: This is my first attempt at a MLP fiction, so any feedback would be appreciated.
Contains some mild swearing