Team Getaway Plan
The Japanese hills are alive to the sound of a turbo I4 as their LLA Comet shoots through them. Eurobeat blasting out the one speaker, which after a harsh bump a few miles ago is now freely swinging by a wire. Maria simply holds on to her seat as she’s thrown about through turns, now regretting asking Skyler to “play Space Boy and step on it”. Skyler just sits there, a blank expression on his face as he scrapes the barrier on entry and exit of a hairpin, and quietly sings to himself. The song ended as he left the mountain pass, when they then pulled into a layby. He turned to her and grinned. “This is amazing. Handling is perfecting for taking turns, although I’m really having to focus on keeping it controlled.”
Maria just stares back, trying to regain her senses. “Thanks…” she says between deep breaths. “Yeah… The handling is for lap times. Are you saying it’s not good enough?”
“No… It’s fine!” he quickly replies.
“Good. A lot of effort went into that setup. Oh yeah, can you please slow down a little more? I don’t want to have to have to do any major repairs because you screwed up.”
“Slow… down? But that was the warm up. I was gonna start pushing it this run!” She stares in disbelief at him. He grins. “I’m kidding! Maybe…”
She looks back to the road, to see the top of the sun rising up over another mountain.
“I think we should head to the track now. Wouldn’t want to get arrested before our break into the legal side of racing.” Skyler just grabs the loose speaker and puts it back in its place, then heads to the track.
A few hours later they enter the paddocks. A few teams had already set up here, a couple even still tuning their cars. They see their pit box and pull in. Maria pulls out a toolbox and drops it next to the car, and begins to examine it. After their late night run, she expected to see some damage. To her surprise the only damage is a few scratches across the black part of the two tone, which she quickly covers with a black permanent marker.
Meanwhile, Skyler sits at the wheel with a map of the track and his music. While Greenday plays in the background, he goes over some racing lines Maria scribbled down on the plane over.
Skyler eventually headed out on track to get some real practice as Maria did a tour of the pitlane, checking out their rivals. The amount of other mid engine cars worried her, a lot of them more modern than their LLA. The selection of cars were less than confidence inspiring, especially the hoards of small and light mid engine cars would be a challenge. And if even the less sporty cars were competently set up, they’d be screwed.
Watching from the sidelines, she sees their LLA lock up into turn 1, then takes the turn in a smoky powerslide. She runs back down the pitlane to the entrance, and waves him back in at the end of the lap. The rear steps out as the car swerves into the pit lane, almost clipping Maria with the oversized wing.
With the car at a stop and Skyler without his music, she takes the opportunity to tear into him. “We have one set of tyres and you’re driving like a goddamn idiot. I swear if we have any flatspots I’m gonna…” she stops yelling for a moment to catch a breath, while Skyler shrinks into his seat. She sighs, “Just stop showing off and actually start trying. Dumbass!”
“Sorry.” is all he timidly replies.
“May as well stay in anyway. We should probably top up on fuel. At least we aren’t paying for gas…” She trails off as Skyler starts blasting Hey Boy Hey Girl from the car, and simply glares at him while he drums the wheel in rhythm.
He yells “Sorry, can’t resist!” as he closes the door and accelerates out again, just as the song shouts “Here we go!”, spinning the wheels and disappearing off into the distance. Maria makes a mental note to not let him turn on the radio while he’s supposed to stay still, and then sits back down.
She considers trash talking the other teams, maybe even unnerve them a little by making up stories about their cars. Or she could just nap. Who knows, maybe some other team is touring the pitlane to see the competition. She grabs a wrench to throw just in case…