Day 2 - Team Kent Croissants
12PM - 6AM
The team are sleeping.
All timestamps since 12PM added together.
Fatigue: -19 (-10 Total)
Morale: +1 (8 Total)
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Day 2 - Team Spanish Fiesta.
The two brothers woke up sometime around 6AM. Theyâd soon dress up and go have breakfast, but Alejandro stopped abruptly.
âHang on, AnaâŚwhat about we do our thing with the cars while these drivers are having breakfastâŚ?â He asked, smiling.
âOur thingâŚoh, I know! Youâre goddamn right weâre gonna do it.â Replied Ana, with a smile too.
Their first victim car was the Dynamite. Ana and Alejandro started using the dust to draw rather questionable shapes with a smile on top, in every window. They then moved on to the Shromet, the Exempla, the Merciel and finally the Rigel.
Once their job was done, both brothers entered the motel again, getting ready to have breakfast before hitting the road again.
To be continued.
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ZzzzzzzzzzzzzzâŚ
(I will apologize in advance, I will be taking a couple days off from this. My mother in law is staying with us, and itâs adding both work and stress to the dynamic here)
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Team Rice Box
Day 2, 5am-6am
âWe need a wake up call, Ly.â Charlotte seemed unusually chirpy for 5 in the morning.
âWhat about the other teams?â
âEh, fuck them. We need to wake up.â Charlotte fished out her speaker, and started playing her⌠questionable playlist.
âRight. Sure. Just be fast, we want to be out of here by 6.â
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TEAM OUTRIDERS
(Zach is behind the wheel and is slightly nodding off)
Blake: Knock that shit off! I need you focused!
Zach: Iâm running on barely three hours of sleep, and that back seat isnât the most comfortable place to do it!
Blake: Shouldâve gone to sleep earlier.
Zach: Donât push me old man! Iâm not in the mood right now!
Blake: Iâd check that attitude if I were you!
Zach: Iâm a grown man, donât tell me what to do!
Blake: zzzzzzzâŚ
Zach: Son of a bitch!
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Legend of Terms:
TBDC: Time Block Distance Covered. This is the amount of mileage covered during the current 2 hour period.
ODC: Overall Distance Covered. This is the total distance that the team has covered since Noon on Friday
MRL: Morale modifier
FTG: Fatigue Level
Notes: Any notes I have for your team during this time block. Including POI results, car issues, etc.
Friday, 6AM - 8AM
Weather Conditions: 71 degrees, high clouds, slight breeze
All vehicles are on US 287, I-25 North, or 26 West
Upcoming POI (optional, let me know if you want to stop at them for rest/sightseeing): Independence Rock State Historic Site, Soda Springs.
Next Waypoint: Fort Laramie, South Pass, Fort Hall
VicVictory:
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 637 mi MRL: -1 FTG: +2 Notes: Non-critical failure: Vehicle would not start in the morning. Diagnosed as bad fuel pump, part procured from parts store and repair underway.
@BobLoblaw
TBDC: 78 mi OD: 1190 mi MRL: -4 FTG: +2 Notes: Team has refueled in Montpelier, ID. Team has stopped for an hour at Soda Springs, ID. TEAM MORALE IS LOW. Team is feeling tired.
@Madrias
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 675 mi MRL: -2 FTG: +2 Notes: Team had wanted to diagnose the problem with fuel smell while still at Fort Laramie. Problem has been diagnosed as 2 leaky fuel injectors. Parts procured from junkyard and repairs are underway.
@Mr.Computah
TBDC: 64 mi OD: 739 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +0 Notes: None.
@Jaimz
TBDC: 38 mi OD: 637 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +0 Notes: Team has purchased and installed a cheap slip-on muffler from a parts store. Not as good as the original, but the comfort penalty is reduced.
Waypoint completed: Fort Laramie. Team has stopped at Fort Laramie. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH.
@Fayeding_Spray
TBDC: 119 mi OD: 756 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +0 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Laramie.
@Zabhawkin
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 898 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -5 Notes: Team wakes up at 7am and will be on the road at 8am.
@conan
TBDC: 136 mi OD: 811 mi MRL: -1 FTG: +1 Notes: Around 730am, the rear end starts vibrating rather violently at speed.
@findRED19
TBDC: 117 mi OD: 754 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +0 Notes: Team has refueled in Fort Laramie, WY. Waypoint Completed: Fort Laramie.
@Mythrin
TBDC: 38 mi OD: 675 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +0 Notes: Team wakes up at 515am and is on the road at 615am. Waypoint completed: Fort Laramie.
@JohnWaldock
TBDC: 127 mi OD: 764 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +0 Notes: Waypoint Completed: Fort Laramie.
@bastormonger
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 637 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -10 Notes: Team wakes up at 8am and will be taking an optional hike of Scotts Bluff at 9 am.
TBDC: 14 mi OD: 689 mi MRL: -5 FTG: +0 Notes: Critical failure: Brakes failed on 26 West, preparing for the bridge just before Experiment Farm Road in Mitchell, NE, and the car hit the guard rail just before the bridge. No injuries, but the car is undrivable.
@DoctorNarfy
TBDC: 67 mi OD: 742 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +0 Notes: None
@DeusExMackia
TBDC: 117 mi OD: 754 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +0 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Laramie. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH.
@Dorifto_Dorito
TBDC: 127 mi OD: 802 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +0 Notes: None.
@stm316
TBDC: 137 mi OD: 788 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +0 Notes: None.
The following vehicles are in packs:
Team Teal Terror
âFFFFFUUUUUUUâŚâ Fuzz growled.
âHow the hell did you break it already?â Jen gasped incredulously.
âI didnât break, it, it just⌠God, this piece of shit!â
âHey, be nice!â
âNo.â Fuzz banged on the dashboard with his fist. âNo, this canât be.â
âTake a breath. Pop the hood. Letâs take a look at it, ok?â
grrrrrr
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Highway Hooligans
Day 2, 4-6a - âPlans for Troubleâ
What started out as a peaceful breakfast at the Bunkhouse Motel turned quite quickly into chaos when the Hooligans, or at least 3/4 of them, started sending scrambled eggs flying. Jake and Cody took the opportunity to nail Alejandro in the ear with a sausage, and Marcus threw a pancake like a frisbee, getting the syrup-soaked disc stuck to the ceiling, where it fell a few seconds later with a loud plop onto the floor.
With chaos quickly getting out of hand, Trevor slipped out into the parking lot to take advantage of the relative peace and quiet to do a little pranking. Which is precisely when he saw every car had a dirt-dick drawn on the windows. âTwo can play dirty.â Trevor grumbled to himself, opening the Dynamiteâs hatch and grabbing a few supplies. The only car there without dirt smears on the windows happened to be the car belonging to Spanish Fiesta, so Trevor went after it hard.
He tried the passenger door handle and was pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked. âFools.â he said to himself, before setting one of the Stinkers, his modified automatic air fresheners, to 10 minutes and pulling the safety tab out of the battery compartment. A fresh blast of ass-gas wafted into the air, making him gag. With it tucked under the seat, he carefully closed the door, then grabbed the other items he had gotten out of the Dynamiteâs trunk. Using the cardboard to mask the windows and lights from over-spray, Trevor promptly gifted the car with a hot-pink metallic racing stripe.
With the paint applied, Trevor joined the others in the food fight, slinging the contents of the plastic cup of orange juice across the room. At 7:00 on the dot, the Hooligans raced to the parking lot. They started the car only to be greeted with the strong smell of gasoline again, which led Marcus and Cody to check the engine.
âTwo fucked fuel injectors. We can limp it to the junkyard and back safely enough to get parts, but weâre starting late today.â Marcus said. After a brisk trip to the nearest junkyard, and scavenging fuel injectors from two completely different cars in hopes that one set would be decent, they pulled back into the parking space to fix the engine.
At 8:00, however, they were still working on it. âGoddamn fuckinâ piece of shit.â Marcus said, wrestling with the spark plug leads.
Aftermath:
Morale +4 (-2)
Fatigue 0 (+2)
Waypoints: 5
Status: Fixing the fuel problem.
(OOC: Yes, this was planned between the two of us. However, if any others want to have similar happen to their cars at the Bunkhouse Motel, feel free to add in either the stink-bomb or the impromptu racing stripes to their own cars. Weâll gladly take the blame for it.)
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Team Big Blue, Part 8
Jez was the first to wake up, and his teammates followed soon after. He addressed the team as follows: âGood morning, boys. Today weâll use the same strategy that saw us through the previous day, but with a slightly more aggressive strategy, just to teach that truck driver a lesson.â
They never had a chance to test their strategy, though. As Big Blue sets off for the second day, Paul wonders why it isnât slowing down⌠And doesnât realize it until he hits a wall, trashing the car in the process and ending their hopes of even catching up to the Redneck Express. He shrugged and glanced at the culprit - a shattered brake rotor - and muttered:
"Well, youâd expect that with a car which was on its last legs, wouldnât you?
Steveâs reply was: âOf course I would, but weâll never know whether or not we could have beaten the Redneck Express⌠Or the red Enforcer for that matter.â
Ash rebuked him with: âWe never could have. That bloody big truck was just too fast. And with our relatively conservative strategy, we would have fallen behind even more quickly than we wanted to - but at least we covered more than a thousand kays. And now Iâll head back to Melbourne with mixed feelings⌠And sour grapes.â
Jezâs response was succinct: "Sour grapes, you say? Actually, youâre right. Since it made its first rest stop further west than we did, and also at the right time for its crew, the Redneck Express could have everyone and everything else in this race utterly shot to bits. The red Enforcer, on the other hand, has been on the road for so much longer that its crew are now on the brink of exhaustion, and cannot possibly hold off that big black truck for much longer⌠Now if youâll excuse me, Iâm heading back to Birmingham. What about you?
After a brief hesitation, Paul decided to fly west to the finish line and congratulate the finishers, taking Steve with him. But before leaving, he had one last thing to say about his experience: âWe may not have accomplished what Team BAGS wanted us to do, but it sure was a lot of fun all the way through - and Iâll rebuild Big Blue for good measure, just so that it can return to the road once again!â
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Team Redneck Day 2 0600-0800
Otis and Jake wake up at 7am, pack up their duffel bags then head over to the local diner which also has the towns only gas pump.
As the two enter the split rock cafe conversations stop briefly as the locals which consist of mostly ranchers and hunting guides, look to see who came in.
Otis, âFeels like home.â
Waitress, âHave a seat wherever you like, Ill be right with you.â
The two order a large breakfast and a lunch that didnât need to be warmed later, they wolf down the breakfast.
Waitress, âWhats the hurry boys, yâall got a hot date or somethingâ
Jake between bites, "Well kind of, in Oregon. We are in a race across the Oregon Trail. So far we have been in the lead for most of the race. There are teams from all over the globe, most of the other groups have a bit of wackyness to them.
Waitress, âWhat will you win?â
Otis, âUhhhh, you know what I never looked at that partâ, the two look at each other perplexed, âFor us its more for the fun of itâ
Jake, âHave you seen any other beaters go through last night or this morning?â
Waitress, âThere was an old red ex cop car go by, about 4am, but thats it from what you guys are describing, we donât have too many take this road even during the daytime.â
After breakfast the two get their to go order, check over the truck, then head out having fueled up the night before.
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TEAM OUTRIDERS
Luigi: God damn, we havenât stopped at all?
Zach: Weâre gonna rest for an hour when we reach Soda Springs.
Blake: I canât do this. Weâre too old to keep pushing like this.
Zach: We stop to get some sleep, we risk losing the lead we have.
Blake: If weâre overcome by fatigue, a lead wonât mean dick!
Marc: So weâre planning on stopping somewhere?
Blake: Fort Hall, Iâve gotta get some real sleep.
Marc: Very well, I suppose Homo is going to drive next?
Zach: The rest of the way to Fort Hall, then whatever.
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Team Rice Box
In an odd turn of events, Charlotte had taken over driving Banana, but sheâd be out at lunch. Lyra had also been careful to avoid Team S.O.B. however, she was sitting on her phone in the passenger seat, doing some light stalking of Jamesâ facebook account.
âStill swooning over him, are you?â Charlotte said, seeing Lyra on her phone. Lyra quickly, but rather obviously tilted her phoneâs screen away.
âN-no. No.â Charlotte was giving her a âreally?â look out of the corner of her eye. âYes, Yes I was. Fine.â
âGoing to still be awkward around them, huh?â
âFor gods sake.â
âI mean, of them all, you didnât choose the more⌠exotic of them?â
âCharlotte, please.â
âFiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.â Charlotte quickly turns back on the music.
âChar, why this one.â
âBecause We need some INTENSITY!â
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Team âSouthend Or Bustâ
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âGod I wish we were turning left and heading south on I25â exclaimed James. âBonneville is down that wayâ.
âJames you said the exact same thing last nightâ said Seb, with a bit of a grump tone. He wasnât used to the early start.
âAlright misterâ said James in a mock-sassy voice.
âOh come on mate, we all know about you and your beauty sleepâ chimed Martin.
âYes yes well anyway, BonnevilleâŚâ James said, trying to return the conversation.
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However, it was clear something was up. James was keen to make any kind of conversation at all, even if it was just small talk; itâs was unusual to say the least. Seb messaged Martin, who was sitting in the back of the car -
Gonna rumble whatevers up with James. Heâs fidgeting so much and constantly wants to talk.
Martin smiled when he opened the text.
Cool cool Iâll join in.
Seb waited for some quiet, then turned to James. âSo Lyraâ he began.
James froze briefly and blushed. Martin burst out laughing. âHa ha! Does someone have a crush or something?â
âWellâŚâ said James, trying to correct himself but hardly making an effort.
âOh you are such a sopâ said Seb, laughing too. âOne girl shows a bit of interest and you canât contain yourselfâ.
James stared ahead at the road with a grump expression on his face. And so began mile after mile of teasing. James wondered if Lyra was facing similar circumstances. No wait donât do that you idiot, that would imply you really do like her.
He paused, in shock.
Shit. I do.
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Gran: David this new silencer isnât as good as the old one but itâs a LOT quieter than having nothing at all. Now, about this hole, itâs getting a lot biâŚ
Spanners: Donât worry about it Mrs E. Everythingâs good.
Mopey: So she isnât going to fall out then?
Spanners: No mate.
Gran: George, you arenât in my will!
Mopey: WHAT? Then why the flying fuâŚ
THWACK!!
Mopey: OW DaveâŚWHAT THE FUâŚ
THWACK!!
Mopey: GRAN!!! That really hurt!!!
Gran: Mind your language George.
Spanners: Yeah MopeyâŚmind your language!
Mopey puts his headphones in and ignores the conversation about how the youth of today have no manners and foul mouths.
This conversation lasts all the way to the next POI.
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Legend of Terms:
TBDC: Time Block Distance Covered. This is the amount of mileage covered during the current 2 hour period.
ODC: Overall Distance Covered. This is the total distance that the team has covered since Noon on Friday
MRL: Morale modifier
FTG: Fatigue Level
Notes: Any notes I have for your team during this time block. Including POI results, car issues, etc.
Friday, 8AM - 10AM
Weather Conditions: 76-78 degrees (depending on location), high clouds, slight breeze
All vehicles are on I-15 North, US30 West, US 287 North, I-25 North, or 26 West
Upcoming POI (optional, let me know if you want to stop at them for rest/sightseeing): Independence Rock State Historic Site, Soda Springs, Hagerman Fossil Beds National Park, Old Fort Boise, Farewell Bend State Recreational Area.
Next Waypoint: Fort Laramie, South Pass, Fort Hall, 3 Island Crossing State Park.
VicVictory:
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 637 mi MRL: -2 FTG: +4 Notes: Fuel pump repair completed at 10am.
@BobLoblaw
TBDC: 72 mi OD: 1162 mi MRL: -4 FTG: +4 Notes: Team was pulled over on US 30 West by an Idaho State Trooper. No citation was issued, but a significant delay was caused. TEAM MORALE IS LOW. TEAM IS VERY TIRED AND CRANKY.
@Madrias
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 675 mi MRL: -2 FTG: +4 Notes: Injector replacement is finished at 10am, including confirming that the leak is no longer present and the new injectors fire properly.
@Mr.Computah
TBDC: 126 mi OD: 865 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +1 Notes: Fuel low. Team will be stopping at the next opportunity for fuel.
@Jaimz
TBDC: 89 mi OD: 764 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +0 Notes: Optional stop: Register Cliff Monument.
@Fayeding_Spray
TBDC: 115 mi OD: 871 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +0 Notes: Fuel low. Team will be stopping at next opportunity for fuel.
@Zabhawkin
TBDC: 124 mi OD: 1022 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +0 Notes: Team refuels in Jeffrey City before heading out. Waypoint completed: South Pass.
@conan
TBDC: 91 mi OD: 902 mi MRL: -2 FTG: +3 Notes: Team stopped to refuel in Jeffrey City, WY. Failure: A few miles west of Jeffrey City, the right rear wheel bearing locked up. Team managed to pull the car over without losing control or crashing. A set of wheel bearings is among the spare parts carried; repair is underway, and the spare tire will be put on as the one on the car got badly damaged.
@findRED19
TBDC: 128 mi OD: 882 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +0 Notes: Fuel low. Team will stop at the next opportunity to refuel.
@Mythrin
TBDC: 123 mi OD: 764 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +0 Notes: None.
@JohnWaldock
TBDC: 125 mi OD: 889 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +2 Notes: Fuel low. Team will refuel at the next opportunity.
@bastormonger
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 637 mi MRL: +4 FTG: +2 Notes: Team takes a 1 hour hike in the Scotts Bluff area, and gets on the road at 10am.
@DoctorNarfy
TBDC: 13 mi OD: 873 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +0 Notes: Wide open roads, driver got a bit overzealous. Fuel low, team will stop at next opportunity.
@DeusExMackia
TBDC: 119 mi OD: 873 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +0 Notes: Fuel low. Team will be stopping at next opportunity.
@Dorifto_Dorito
TBDC: 127 mi OD: 929 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +1 Notes: Team stopped for fuel in Jeffrey City, WY.
@stm316
TBDC: 126 mi OD: 914 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +2 Notes: Team stopped for fuel in Jeffrey City, WY.
The following vehicles are in packs:
Ardent, Kageshima
Shromet, Erin
Team Teal Terror
âWell crap, that sucked,â Jen sighed as she put the tools away and closed the coupeâs trunk.
âGonna really have to make up for it now,â Fuzz added.
Jen groaned. âOh God. Please tell me youâre notâŚâ
âPretending those Hooligan bastards are felons and Iâm in pursuit? Hell yeah!â He grinned.
âThatâs the last time I let you watch Hot Fuzz. Or Smokey and the Bandit. Or anything else. Ever.â
Jen climbed in the passenger side of the Teal Smoke, buckled in, checked her OSH, and resigned herself to her fate.
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Highway Hooligans
Day 2, 6-8a - âFood Fights, Racing Stripes, and Other Bad Things.â
âOkay, Jake, run the test again.â Marcus said. Jake prodded the keys of the ancient laptop, and the car set off a burst of rapid ticks from the new injectors. âLooks like theyâre all working, so weâll go start the engine, make sure this problem is gone.â
âGood, because weâre four hours behind. And if nothing else, I want to beat that teal turd, and theyâre still behind us.â Cody said, looking over the car.
Trevor gave a wicked grin, then said, âWe might be behind, but, traffic willing, we may be able to catch up. Thereâs a bit of a surprise under the back seat, a 50-shot thatâll last a hundred miles.â
âYou put nitrous in this thing!?â Jake asked, looking shocked.
âOf course I did! What, you think the only thing Iâm good for is getting parts and making pranks?â
âNo, just, isnât nitrous dangerous?â
Marcus shook his head, then said, âItâs not dangerous if you arenât stupid with it. Knowing Trevâs set up more than my fair share of tuner cars, thatâs a very-wet 50-shot. Probably got enough gas for a 75-shot going to the engine. Means you can lean on it a bit and she wonât lean out. You have to keep the engine running fat and happy if you want nitrous not to make a grenade out of your block, and heâs done this before. Duration over Acceleration, after all.â
âSo, whatâs the point of a 50-horsepower boost over 100 miles? Wouldnât it be better to have a 200 horsepower boost for a few miles?â Cody asked.
âFirst, Iâll answer the second one. This car would not survive a 200 horsepower nitrous shot, itâd blow the pistons right out of the bores. Second, duration is key. Your average street-racing shit-head has about a hundred shot and it lasts for maybe 30 seconds. Maybe 150 for 20 if the guyâs a hot-head. By having a 50 shot thatâll last 2 minutes, you trick him into blowing first. You light yours up, he blows his load early, you sweep the win by leaning on yours until the finish line.â Marcus replied, grinning.
âWell, letâs get this party on the road, then. Because itâs obvious itâs not pissinâ fuel and stinkinâ right now, and Iâd rather be flying down the highway at 120 than sitting in this fuckinâ parking lot.â Trevor stated.
With that said, everyone packed the tools and got back into the car. At 10:00, the Hooligans were just leaving their parking space.
Aftermath:
Morale: +2 (-2)
Fatigue: +4 (+4)
Waypoints: 5
Status: Carâs fixed, Nitrous Armed, planning on going very fast in the next leg to make up lost time, if the traffic will let them.
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TEAM OUTRIDERS
Blake: Luigi, Luigi⌠LUIGI!!!
Luigi: Oh shit! (swerves)
Blake: Pay attention!
Marc: Stupid **** is nodding off! What the hell do you have to be tired about? All you did so far was sit on your ass and sleep!
Zach: He did put the water pump in.
(Marc snaps a sharp look at Zach)
Zach: Shutting up.
Luigi: Good idea, letâs all shut up!
Marc: Including you? Thatâll be a freaking Hanukkah miracle!
Blake: EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP!!! IâVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT!!!
(Silence ensues until flashing lights are glimpsed in the mirrors)
Marc: Oh no!
Zach: What the?
Blake: Shit!
Marc: You stupid ***! Even though you drive like an old bitch, you still get the cops after you!
Luigi: Shut the hell up, let me do the talking.
(The Enforcer pulls over)
Zach: Canât you show him your badge or something?
Marc: Yeah, good idea. Show a badge from a completely different state! Weâre in a different jurisdiction you idiot!
Officer: Your license and registration please.
Luigi: No problem officer⌠hereâs the license. Blake has the registration.
Blake: Itâs in my wallet.
Officer: Okay, grab it.
(Blake reaches in his pocket for his wallet making sure his hands are in clear sight for the officer.)
Blake: Here you go.
Officer: Do you know why I pulled you over?
Luigi: It has something to do with the swerve back there? (leans forward, then sits straight up again)
Officer: Have you been drinking?
Luigi: No, weâve just been driving all night. Just a bit tired.
Officer: Step out of the car. The rest of you stay put until I say so! Hands on the dash or the seat in front of you in clear sight at all times. 801 to Station.
Radio: Go ahead 801.
Officer: I have a potential DUI here, four white males. May need assistance.
Radio: 10-4, 812 will be advised.
(One by one the officer administers a field sobriety test for each man. Despite fatigue they pass the test without issue)
Officer: Iâm letting you off with a warning, but you should find a place to stop. Driving so long without a break can be extremely dangerous. Have a safe drive.
Luigi: Will do officer.
(The state trooper drives off)
Zach: You shouldâve fled.
Marc: And gone to jail instead of back on the road. I tell you Blake, that college is certainly working out for your boy here.
Blake: Just calm down, once we reach Fort Hall weâre going to get some shuteye.
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Team Wagons West
8-10PM
Wookiee: Here, you potato! Left!
Beth: Heâs not a potato, Dickie-boy.
wookiee: Whatever. Just turn!
Bill turned off the 26 and down the 71, as per the plan. They had decided the best course of action would be camping overnight near the monument. As they neared the right onto old 92:
Toni: Seeing as how you two have been relatively well behaved, Iâll let you set up the tents.
Bill and Wookiee start to protest, Toni responds;
âItâs either that or you cook⌠togetherâ.
Within minutes of arriving at the campground, the instant tents that Toni was smart enough to buy were ready, and Beth was left to warm up the beans and instant mash. Toni sat back with her smuggled bundy and coke⌠and pondered tomorrows run.
Just after 9pm
Wookiee: âGânight, John-boy.â
10PM-4AM
Beth had trouble sleeping, waking repeatedly to nightmares of Lions and tigers and bears⌠oh, my! (Which she actually said in her sleep)
Bill dreamed of being a racing driver, but somehow even in his dreams Wookiee irritated him.
Wookieeâs dream involved flying a YT-1300⌠oddly enough.
Itâs probably better if I donât tell you what Toni was imagining.
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AhemâŚ
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The resident of Jeffrey City dont get much in the way of entertainment, and its a very small town. So naturally word spread fast that a race of sorts was rolling through town. With a sign just before the 1 pump gas station saying last gas for 60 miles.
An old chalkboard with who went through and when as well as a list of items that can be made quickly with their price, as well as an offer of free coffee.
The waitress is friendly and refers to everyone as you boys, yall, or you sweeties when she comes up to your car any orders are hollered at the entrance of the Split Rock Cafe where someone repeats it to the cook.
Several ranchers and other residents come out to talk to the racers in an almost all at once fassion, particularly if they appear to be from outside the US.
Most of the ranchers are carying a side arm of some sort or another on their hips, while the trucks and cars look beat up and dirty, the guns are in good shape and very clean, and look as though they didnât come cheap.
A gun rack sits in the back window of most of the trucks with at least one shotgun or rifle in it. If questioned about it they simply say âWell shit, its an open carry stateâ, and âI wouldnât be able to make a living if I didnât keep a gun with me on the ranchâ
Edit: Looked it up, Wyoming residents can open carry or carry concealed, non residents can only open carry. For those who donât know open carry means it has to be plainly visible.
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