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Go West Deathtrap Tour [FINISHED]


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.

Thursday, 4PM - 6PM

Weather Conditions: 92 degrees, sunny, humid

All vehicles are on I-80 West or 26 West

Upcoming POI (optional, let me know if you want to stop at them for rest/sightseeing): California Hill, Scotts Bluff National Monument.

Next Waypoint: Fort Kearny State Historical Site, Ash Hollow State Historical Site

TBDC: 120 mi OD: 470 mi MRL: -1 FTG: +7 Notes: Team is feeling tired. Lack of A/C and extreme temperature is taking its toll. Team has stopped quickly at the side of the road to switch drivers.

TBDC: 139 mi OD: 339 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Refueled in Lincoln, NE. Team is making extremely good progress at this time.

TBDC: 135 mi OD: 483 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +4 Notes: Team is starting to feel slightly fatigued. An incident has occurred. See Teal Terror RP below.

TBDC: 124 mi OD: 469 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +7 Notes: Team is feeling tired.

TBDC: 84 mi OD: 398 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +1 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NE. Team has taken a brief rest at Fort Kearny.


TBDC: 15 mi OD: 345 mi MRL: -3 FTG: +5 Notes: Waypoint complete: Fort Kearny. CRITICAL FAILURE: Pulling onto the highway coming out of Fort Kearny, the rear differential failed.

TBDC: 102 mi OD: 441 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NE.

TBDC: 131 mi OD: 493 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +3 Notes: None.

TBDC: 119 mi OD: 464 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +3 Notes: None.

TBDC: 61 mi OD: 406 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +1 Notes: Team has taken an hour break at Fort Kearny.

TBDC: 116 mi OD: 461 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +4 Notes: Team is feeling slightly fatigued.

TBDC: 92 mi OD: 432 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +6 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearny, NE. Team is feeling tired.

TBDC: 110 mi OD: 335 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +3 Notes: Team is feeling slightly fatigued.

TBDC: 130 mi OD: 483 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +5 Notes: Team is feeling slightly fatigued.

TBDC: 118 mi OD: 463 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +3 Notes: None.

TBDC: 101 mi OD: 442 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +3 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NE.

TBDC: 121 mi OD: 474 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +5 Notes: Team is feeling slightly fatigued.

TBDC: 126 mi OD: 479 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +4 Notes: None

TBDC: 117 mi OD: 462 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +6 Notes: Team is feeling slightly fatigued.

The following vehicles are in packs:

Team Teal Terror

“Alright, right here. Pull it over,” Fuzz said. “I gotta take a leak, anyway.”

Jen, pulled the Smoke onto the right shoulder, popped it out of gear, and set the brake. Fuzz jumped out and ran down the berm at the side of the road. She could hear him unzip and relieve himself, much to her dismay. Once he came back to the road, she got out, walked around the front of the coupe, and took her new position as the navigator.

She buckled in, but Fuzz wasn’t in the driver’s seat yet. She looked around, and found him behind the car, looking back the way they came.

“What are you doing? Let’s go!”

“Just a second. Should be any moment now.”

“A moment for what?” she asked. Just then, a bright green splotch arrived on the horizon, closing in fast. “Oh no. What are you doing now?”

The Dynamite continued to make up the distance. Fifteen seconds later, Fuzz turned around and bent over, giving Team Highway Hooligans a perfect view of the full moon as they blazed past.

Jen shook her head and sighed. “You’re going to get us killed, Stupid.”


Team Mountain Pass

Thursday, 2 - 4PM.
GWDT, Thursday, 4 - 6PM

These events happened between four and six PM, local time…

Everything was going great. The car was refueled, I did a burnout, we reached Fort Kearny, all seemed fine… Then all hell broke loose!!! I gunned the throttle entering the highway and just as we merged the differential failed. One moment there was sweet thrusting power to be had, the next nothing. No drive. No thrust. Nothing!

Thankfully we didn’t spin but we did get rear-ended by a Mack truck so our race is finished. Killed by a dead diff and the main protagonist of Convoy… Looks like whenever I roll the dice I get snake-eyes. :sob:

We reached Fort Kearny without incident, I took the picture and we got going again. Then disaster struck. The diff decided it wanted to go on a vacation and left the housing via the oil-pan. As soon as we lost drive, the Leeroy violently lurched over to the side of the road; a semi going by with our wing on its bumper the culprit. Pierre was in shock so I slapped him, as I could smell fuel, we needed to exit this wreck pronto!

We got out of the car and had just enough time to retrieve our go-bags with our identification in it when, with a loud whoosh, the LM079-13 proceeded to burn to the ground. After about ten minutes there was nothing left but a steel spaceframe, heavily warped engine block and a pile of ashes… As well as our dreams of victory.

Goodnight sweet prince, your power and beauty will forever live on in our dreams! :persevere:

TBDC: 15 miles
OD: 345 Miles
Morale: -3 (-8 total) We’re out of the race… Again! :exploding_head:
Fatigue: +5 (+15 Total) Escaping a burning car is scary and tiring too!


Previous [Day 1, 2pm through 4pm]

Day 1, Somewhere between 4pm and 6pm

“Oh shit.” Lyra was excited.
“Wha-. Oh. Fucking hell.” Charlotte had just seen what made Lyra so Excited. Team S.O.B. was here, too. They were at the Fort Kearny Petrol Station.
“Go, Fucking say Hi, or something.” Charlotte was pushing Lyra toward team S.O.B., camera sneakily at the ready. “This’ll be great.” Charlotte said quietly, with a large grin on her face.

OOC; @DeusExMackia Enjoy.


Highway Hooligans

Day 1, 2-4p - “What the hell is this shit!?”

Marcus was making good time on the highway, the E5’s truck engine opened up wide as traffic cleared up.

“Think we’ll catch 'em?” Jake asked.

“Of course we will. Just a little matter of time is all it’ll take before we catch the teal turd. And we’re making up good time by driving fast.” Marcus said.

Trevor yawned, then said, “Possibly consider stopping somewhere in the next, I dunno, four or six hours, Marcus?”

“Maybe. I’ll cross that bridge when we all have to come to it.”

“What are those chuckle-fucks doing over there?” Cody interrupted, seeing team Teal Terror on the side of the road. Jake was already rolling the window down, an empty water bottle in hand to throw. A few seconds later, it was revealed that Fuzz was busy mooning them. Jake threw the empty water bottle at him as they flew past, with Cody giving the finger.

“Ah, damn, I missed a chance to be hilarious.” Trevor said. “I’d been practicing for months now, too.”

“Yes, yes, we all know, you figured out how to howl like a wolf. Admittedly, it would’ve been fuckin’ hilarious, but they’d never hear you over this mess. The garbage toss worked out better.” Marcus said. “And where’d you get the bottled water, Jake?”

“Was the empty one in Trev’s cupholder.” Jake said.

“Oh, that. Grabbed it out of someone’s supplies at camp.” Trevor said.

“How much shit did you take?!” Cody asked.

“Well, there’s the two bottles of shit beer I had, the bag of cheese and onion chips that kinda sucked, three bottles of water, four packs of beef jerky, some tomato sauce, though I didn’t grab that for eating, and just a few dozen other little things.”

“Well, if you’ve swiped enough beef jerky for the four of us, then share.” Marcus said, grinning.

Trevor gladly gave the other three bags over, and for the better part of ten minutes, the only sounds in the car were chewing and the thumping, pounding bass of some dubstep being played at way-too-high-a-volume. Then the windows went down and the four empty bags hit the sky.

“That was, admittedly, really good beef jerky.” Jake said.

“Well, I try. Finding the good stuff is really hard sometimes.” Trevor said, grinning.


Morale: +2 (No Change)
Fatigue: +11 (+4)
Waypoints Completed: 2 (No Change)
Notes: Feeling a little tired, enjoying pilfered snacks.

(OOC: If anyone wants things to be ‘inconveniently’ disappeared for some team tensions, please, feel free to blame it on the Highway Hooligans.)


Team Spanish Fiesta, part 4.

(My team will be visiting the Scotts Bluff Monument to have a rest.)

“Alright, fuck it, we’re stopping. We’re gonna crash if we keep this up.” - Said Ana, stopping the car at one of the sides of the road. She pulled the handbrake firmly, making sure the car would not start moving without them wanting to.

Alejandro took a couple of lunch boxes from a thermal bag at the back; rice and garlic spiced chicken. He handed one to Ana and then took one for himself.

“What a start, eh?” Said Alejandro. “Lots of competition, people willing to do anything to get there first…even someone who brought a Le Mans car. This is crazy.”

“Now that you say it” Ana replied “Haven’t seen them in a while. Probably blitzed us past, dunno. Oh, by the way! Mom made some cheesecake before we left for our ‘holiday break’.”

“Niiiice! Cheesecake, my favourite.” Replied Alejandro, starting a search inside the trunk. “Wait, what lunchbox was it in?”

“Red one.” Replied Ana.

“Well, there’s no red lunchboxes here.” Replied Alejandro.

“Weird. I swear I packed it with your spare parts and the other meals.” Concluded Ana.

Little did our two travellers know, that the cheesecake was being enjoyed by certain Highway Hooligans… (:wink: @Madrias)

After some leg stretching and resting, the two brothers started the car up again. With the front wheels struggling to get traction, Ana launched the car forward once again, rejoining the race. Alejandro set his playlist to play the third song, which was:

To be continued.

Morale: 0 (lunch was nothing special, and our cheesecake dissappeared).
Fatigue: +7 (0 or -X after the stop @VicVictory?)




(The Enforcer flies down the road at high speed. Marc expertly weaving past traffic and carrying on.)


Marc: No such thing!

Zach: That was our tires screeching as you swerved!

Marc: Felt good!

Zach: Din’t you see those movies they show in high school? Red Asphalt? Blood on the Highway?

Marc: You just named two of my favorites sonny!

(Weave, swerve)

Zach: whimper

Marc: Just close your eyes and think of Christmas.

(tires screech)

Zach: Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about…

Marc: Deep and crisp and even.

Blake: yawn What’s going on?

Zach: Marc’s trying to kill us!

Marc: Try a few bars of Silent Night.

Blake: Don’t worry, Marc’s got cop training.

Luigi: Yeah, but his driving is crazy even by cop standards.

Marc: Oh please, you drive like an octogenarian with Parkinson’s.

Luigi: Kiss my ass! And I heard what you were talking about earlier, take my advice Zach: Don’t take any relationship advice from this flaccid moron.

Marc: Like you would know anything about relationships.

Luigi: They used to call me the Love Doctor!

Marc: Oh please, the only thing women like about you is when you stop talking!

Luigi: I know more women than you’ve ever known.

Marc: And you’ve had the clap so many times it’s more like applause!

Luigi: Better than needing a blue pill every time I meet someone. Marc here needs Viagra just to jerk off!

Marc: This is the shit you left me to deal with Blake, this quota employee.

Zach: Quota?

Marc: Yeah, he was only hired because it fills several quotas for diversity. We’ve got foreigner covered, homo, retard. The city must’ve made a killing in tax deductions by hiring you! Whoa, hang on!

Zach: Why are we slowing down?

Blake: That. (points to a State Trooper on the side of the road, radar gun in hand)

Zach: How did you know he’d be there?

Luigi: He’s part of the Fraternal Order of Police, they all know who sits where so they can best abuse the law.

(Time passes, the Enforcer stops for fuel in Lincoln)

Marc: I told you before and I’ll say it again, this decision to kill our fuel mileage with this engine costs us. Not only in money but time spent refueling.

Luigi: So we gotta visit gas stations more often, all we have to do is beat the other guys to them.

(In the station)

Zach: I noticed Marc and Luigi saying a lot of shit to each other.

Blake: I know, great isn’t it?

Zach: What, that they’re going to kill each other?

Blake: You don’t understand them like I do. Notice how earlier neither of them were saying anything?

Zach: Well, sort of.

Blake: Because we were all concerned with the car and the water pump. Now we’re back on the road and making excellent time. They’re gonna start talking shit again.

Zach: So they talk shit to each other when they’re in a good mood?

Blake: It’s a good indicator of Morale. The more it improves, the more they carry on. So how’s school going?

Zach: I don’t know.

Blake: You don’t know? What, do they not post grades?

Zach: It’s not that, I mean it kinda is. I don’t feel any motivation. It’s like I’m going through all this, but with no goal i sight. No end game planned.

Blake: You’ll figure something out.

Zach: I’m thinking of dropping out.

Blake: … I see…

Zach: I knew I shouldn’t have said anything!

Blake: Hey, look. College isn’t necessarily for everyone. I mean, why did you enroll?

Zach: Well, I know it was rather important to Mom. Plus I’m out of High School, isn’t that what’s next?

Blake: That’s my point. You’re not looking for a specific vocation, you’re not going for a degree related to anything in particular. You’re just going because you think you’re supposed to.

Zach: So you’re not disappointed?

Blake: Who’s standards are you judging yourself by? You’ll figure something out.

Zach: But what if I don’t?

Blake: Do you know who Laura Ingalls Wilder is?

Zach: Of course.

Blake: She didn’t write Little House on the Prairie until she was in her sixties.

Zach: I didn’t realize she was that old when writing it.

Blake: Before that she was focused on surviving on the prairie.

Zach: I’m not following you.

Blake: My point is there are many successful people who didn’t hit their stride until later on in life.

Zach: …

(Rings up drinks and snacks)

Blake: Come on, let’s get back to the car.

Zach: So long as Marc doesn’t kill us.

Blake: Relax, he may drive really fast, but it is nowhere near reckless when he’s behind the wheel.


Team ‘Southend Or Bust’

Original Post - Previous Post

OOC: Right you are @Vri404.

The day had dragged on a little, though the long drive had given the boys time to work out their differences, and as the sun was starting to dip in the sky, the mood had picked up. They rolled into Fort Kearny to refuel, blasting some less than sightly tunes out of the poor Berlose’s old sound system.

Lyra, from Team Rice Box was sauntering over. Martin, still in the car, saw her walking over. He immediately tapped on the window. “James” he called out.

James was already out of the car and looking around. He looked down to Martin, and Martin pointed to the other side of the gas station. James looked right at her, and slipped his sunglasses off without thinking. That was the second time he’d done that on this trip.

Seb, who was filling the car up, looked round and immediatley clocked onto what was going on. A dirty smirk appeared on his face.

James braced for a charm offensive. He fixed his hair and straightened his shirt. It was time to flirt.

“Have you come over to check out our ride?” he asked, a cheeky smile on his face.

“Maybe” Lyra said, smiling back. Her hands were holding something behind her. “I like your tunes” she said, James giggling. “Hows it going so far?”

Good start James thought. A perfect question. “Well she’s already got a misfire, and the body work is…welll…” - he turned round to look at it. It didn’t need explaining. “…yeah” he chuckled.

Lyra smirked. Her hands had started to move round to the side of her body, but James hadn’t noticed. “I guess your a good mechanic then” she said, with hooded eyes.

Is she hitting on me with…mechanics? “Ah nah, Martin’s our chief engineer” he said, looking through the window to him. Martin, having been watching this, smiled and waved back. “Not that I don’t know some bits and bobs”.

“Mmmhmmm?” she said. She must be messing around with me James thought.

They talked for a while longer, before exchanging Facebook details and agreeing to find each other at the campsite. “Well James” she said, smiling once more. “I guess I’ll see you later”.

“Yeah” said James, slightly in awe “I guess you will”. She walked off slowly, with James watching her go. He sighed. Just then, however, he caught something. She had had something in her hands, it was…a GoPro? Was she filming me? Confusion swept across his expression.

The boys got back in the car. “Well James” Seb began, putting his wallet away. “Looks like your dry spell might be coming to an end” he said, mockingly.

“I think she was filming me” said James.

“What?” Martin and Seb exclaimed. “Was that what she was holding in her hands?” said Martin.

“I think so” James replied.

Seb chuckled. “She’s moving quickly then” he said, patting his pal on his arm.

With Martin now behind the wheel, the boys drove off in pursuit, with James sporting a very big, if slightly confused grin on his face.


Driving past the stricken Bogliq…

Gran: Oh dear…oh deary deary me…oh the poor souls…shall we stop and give them a lift?

Mopey and Spanners:


Spanners drops down a gear and floors the accelerator…a short while later the van starts to pick up speed…

Gran: David…everytime you accelerate the hole in the floor opens up a bit and then closes again. Actually it reminds me of my dearest husband snoring in his favourite armchair…well until I remember the day he died in the armchair and I was enjoying the peace too much to realise he’d gone. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes…the hole in the floor…is it safe?

Spanners: Is the hole big enough for you to fall through?

Gran: Well no.

Spanners: It’s safe then!

Mopey: Spanners…if you accelerate VERY hard then do you reckon you could get her to fall through it?


Mopey: OW!!!

a short while later

Mopey: Gran, the next tourist attraction is closed because of unsafe structures or something.

Gran: David is that correct?

Spanners: Erm…erm…well…erm…no.


Mopey: OW!!! Thanks Spanners!


Team Big Blue: Part 4

US Route 26 West

Paul: Same situation, different day… I’m used to long freeway slogs like this.

Steve: So, what should we do about that Redneck Express?

Ash: We should just maintain a fast and steady pace, but make sure we’re not too fatigued - a rest stop could come in handy sooner or later.

Jez: We just got word that the Bogliq which had been pulled over in Missouri blew its diff and went kaboom a few seconds later when a lorry slammed into it from behind. Both of its occupants survived unscathed, though. Nevertheless, this goes to show that taking an old dilapidated race car onto the road without proper maintenance is never a good idea.

Paul: That crash could have been fatal for all involved - they were lucky it wasn’t. As for that rest stop: If we have to make one, it could be at Scotts Bluff, where part of the old Oregon Trail once stood. And it’s one of the few places in Nebraska that isn’t completely flat. So I’m suggesting we stop there, even though we don’t have to do so. Anyway, all in favor say “aye”.

(After a brief hesitation, Paul’s teammates all say “aye” and agree to his plan to stop at Scotts Bluff).

Paul: I take that as a yes. We’ll take a break in Scotts Bluff then. After that we’ll up the pace a bit to make up the lost time.

Thus, after several hours of cruising on I-80 and US Route 26, Team Big Blue agreed to make a detour to Scotts Bluff, where they would break for some much-needed R&R. But in the meantime, they continued their inexorable march westward.


Day 1 - Kent Croissants

Previous Part

4 - 6PM

At around 5:20 PM the tiredness was starting to catch up to the three boys but they didn’t want to stop quite yet. The sun begins to sink gradually in the sky turning it slightly orange.

“You two remember WRC 4? For the PS2” said Jordan in an exited voice.

"Vaguely all I remember is that you always drove the bloody Citroen because a certain Aaron Robinson had chosen the Subaru as his car " replied Damien jokingly who had always chosen the Ford Focus or occasionally the Mitsubishi.

“Anyways I remembered that this band I really like had music in the replays for the game, and well I thought, seen as we’re doing sorta rally, and these Friala’s raced in F2…”

“Yes we get the picture just play the bloody song” interupted Aaron who had begun to feel tired after driving in not the most comfortable car, the seat was slightly too soft in the lower back

Jordan starts playing The Cooper Temple Clause and the sky dipped further into the sky the temperature wasn’t decreasing.

“I haven’t seen any of the other teams since the fuel stop when the Letto and Shromet was stopped by, I wonder if anyone’s had a disaster” queried Aaron.

“Don’t start flapping because we had a small oil leak you can check later on if we stop” replied Damien.

“I was just wondering if we were going to see any other teams, I suppose it depends where we stay tonight and I wasn’t flapping.”

Fatigue: +4 (10 total)
Morale: +0 (2 total)


You’re not yet at Scotts Bluff. When you reach a stated POI, I note it in your time slot notes. You’ll be there sometime in the next time frame, assuming no catastrophies.

Also, for everyone:

I just realized that there are 2 time zone changes. So to deal with that, ALL times (start, finish, interim) are in CENTRAL time… so I don’t have to screw with it later.


Day 1 4:00pm
Team Redneck

Otis was driving, Jake was reading aloud about Fort Kearney “Fort Kearny was established by the U.S. Army in 1848 to protect the growing traffic along the Oregon Trail from the threat of Indian attacks. This military post was strategically located at a junction where various eastern feeder trails merged, forming one broad trail.”

Half way through reading about its history Jake nods off. After waking a short time later Jakes asks “Whens the next stop”

Otis, “Scotts Bluff, about 3 hours away, but we can stop if you need.”

Jake, “Not yet. I was thinking…” Otis inturupts, “Uh oh” Jake Glares at his dad as he continues, “depending on how we feel at Scotts Bluff maybe we should continue on a couple of more hours instead of stopping for the night, it shouldn’t be hard to find another place to sleep. After such a late start we will only be about 1/3 of the way there and a full day gone.”

Otis, “We’ll see, we should at least stop and stretch our legs, if we continue on it will be 9 or 10 by the time we stop, and I’d rather set up camp and check over the truck while there is at least a little light left.”

Jake not quite getting the answer he wanted changed the subject, “Anybody pass us?”

Otis, "Not that I am aware of, and I haven’t even seen anyone even in the rearview for at least an hour.

MRL 0 (2)
FTG +3 (8)
Odo +131 (493)
Notes: still going strong (for now)


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.

Thursday, 6PM - 8PM

Weather Conditions: 87 degrees, sunny, slight breeze

All vehicles are on I-80 West or 26 West

Upcoming POI (optional, let me know if you want to stop at them for rest/sightseeing): California Hill, Scotts Bluff National Monument.

Next Waypoint: Ash Hollow State Historical Site, Chimney Rock National Historic Site, Fort Laramie.

TBDC: 101 mi OD: 571 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +3 Notes: Waypoint completed: Ash Hollow. Optional stop: California Hill. Team has spent 15 minutes resting at both Ash Hollow and California Hill. Team is feeling tired.

TBDC: 75 mi OD: 414 mi MRL: +3 FTG: -1 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny (with 1 hour rest)

TBDC: 140 mi OD: 623 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +6 Notes: Waypoints completed: Ash Hollow, Chimney Rock. Team is feeling tired. Car begins smelling heavily of gasoline!

TBDC: 126 mi OD: 595 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +9 Notes: Waypoint completed: Ash Hollow. Team is tired.

TBDC: 104 mi OD: 502 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Optional top: California Hill (leaving at exactly 8pm). Non-critical failure: Near end of time period, muffler fell off. Comfort penalty will be applied going forward.

TBDC: 117 mi OD: 558 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +4 Notes: Waypoint completed: Ash Hollow. Team is feeling slightly fatigued.

TBDC: 133 mi OD: 626 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +5 Notes: Waypoints Completed: Ash Hollow, Chimney Rock, WARNING: FUEL LOW. Team is feeling slightly fatigued.

TBDC: 69 mi OD: 533 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +0 Notes: Waypoint completed: Ash Hollow (+1 hour rest stop).

TBDC: 108 mi OD: 512 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +2 Notes: Refueled in Ogalalla, NE.

TBDC: 59 mi OD: 520 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +0 Notes: Optional Stop: California Hill (+1 hour rest). Team is noticing a bit of a hum and vibration at higher speed. Coming from somewhere in the rear end. Team is feeling slightly fatigued.

TBDC: 118 mi OD: 550 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +8 Notes: Waypoint completed: Ash Hollow. Team is tired.

TBDC: 123 mi OD: 458 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +5 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearney. Refueled in Kearney, NE. Team is starting to feel tired.

TBDC: 133 mi OD: 616 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +7 Notes: Waypoints completed: Ash Hollow, Chimney Rock. Team is starting to feel tired.

TBDC: 117 mi OD: 580 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +5 Notes: Waypoint completed: Ash Hollow. Team is feeling slightly fatigued.

TBDC: 60 mi OD: 520 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +1 Notes: Optional stop: California Hill (+1 hour rest). Team will be on the road at exactly 8pm.

TBDC: 121 mi OD: 474 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +7 Notes: Waypoints completed: Ash Hollow, Chimney Rock. Team is tired.

TBDC: 122 mi OD: 603 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +6 Notes: Waypoints completed: Ash Hollow, Chimney Rock. Team is starting to feel tired.


TBDC: 59 mi OD: 520 mi MRL: -5 FTG: +8 Notes: Team is feeling tired. CRITICAL FAILURE: After California Hill, there is a sudden and complete loss of power. When the team pops the hood, they find a 1"x3" hole in their intake manifold (and the missing piece is rattling around somewhere in the top end of the engine).

The following vehicles are in packs:
Erin, FOA

Team Teal Terror

(No RP this time around, but Jen wanted to share some pictures… may or may not originally be from Google of course, lol)

California Hill wagon ruts:


Ash Hollow:



(The Enforcer cruises onward)

Marc: Seems like a waste of time.

Blake: You know we needed to stretch our legs.

Marc: We’re already dead last, I don’t think resting for an hour at Fort Kearny was a wise decision.

Luigi: You never know, there could’ve been some Injuns out there!

Blake: Yeah yeah, but we’re looking at a long night. We’re really going to have to huff it if we want to catch up.

Zach: What’s the plan?

Blake: I’m thinking we’re gonna have to run an all nighter.

Luigi: Is that wise?

Blake: There’s four of us, we can manage.


Team Wagons West
Day 1 : 10AM-12PM

Toni: Come on you stupid lump! Why do you make my life so hard? I know you hate me, but do you need to do this in front of everybody else?!
Bill: Maybe try speaking a bit nicer. I’ve found that helps with my clients.
Beth: She’s talking to the GPS, Bill. Here, Toni, let me help.
Toni: Keep it! I prefer paper maps.
GPS: Continue 4 km.
Bill: Why does that place look like Hungry Jacks?
Wookiee:You mean the Burger King? Because it’s the parent chain, clown.

Bill:Sooo, we just did a giant lap of an even gianter block?
Wookiee:Gianter? You’re actually using that as a word? Plus, NO!
Bill: I saw it written somewhere, it is a word!
Toni:The wall above the urinal is not a place to learn new words, boy.

Toni: What is that?
Beth: It’s our mascot. A toy scotty. It’s name is “Toto”.
Toni: Don’t. Do. Not. If you do that, it’s going out of the window.
Bill: But, we just crossed the border, Aunt Toni. It won’t hurt anyone.
Beth:Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas any more.
//Toni grabs the toy from Beth and gives it a free flying lesson.


12 o’clock saw our team make a driver change, Bill has been given control. Wookiee is front passenger
Toni has her head out of the window behind Wookiee.
Toni: Yee-haw! Children Of The Corn and stuff!
Beth (reading from a state map grabbed during a quick pit stop) : Nebraska is known for its four seasons and friendly, hospitable residents. Gallup surveys rank Nebraska among the top ten states with the happiest residents. Nebraska is known as the “Cornhusker State” and the state insect is the honeybee. Nebraska is also famous for being home to the largest porch swi…
Toni: I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with C.
Beth: Are we playing that?
Toni: No. I’m quoting horror movies.
//Bill "accidentally " accelerates.
Toni: Yay!


“Isn’t that a nice view?” Benny asked Kim while at the Ash Hollow.
“I’m from the countryside, Pinoy. It’s just a field.”

That answer makes Benny laughed, he then looked at the Bonchon sitting a bit away.

“How did we manage to stay running?” Benny asked again.
“I dunno, maybe the knowledge that Bonchon Masterpiece is a terrible piece of Korea’s worst engineering achievement is a total myth?”
“How about we try to break it? It doesn’t feel right driving 500 miles without a single mechanical issue.”
“Break it? Nah, it would feel wrong deliberately breaking that thing.”
“But you can bring out your inner race car driver, right? We’re behind now that we decided to stop. But we’re fresh and the car is still working perfectly.”
“I guess I can…”


Previous [Day 1, 4pm through 6pm]

Day 1, Somewhere between 6pm and 8pm

“I’m still finding that entire conversation with those England boys very funny.” Charlotte said, tired from Banana’s passenger seat.
“You didn’t give me a chance to prepare, and what was with shoving the GP into my hands?”
“Didn’t want to look creepy from the pumps.”
“Yeah, well it made me look creepy”
“Naaaaaaaah, I don’t think they’d mind.”
“Oh, I think they’d care about a random girl filming them, don’t you think? Ya know, one they’d never interacted with before?”
“Pshhhhhhhh, Doesn’t matter.”
“Oh god, you’ve been into the beer haven’t you?”
“Uuuuuuuugh, We’ll stop soon then.”


Highway Hooligans

Day 1, 4-6p - “The best snacks are free!”

The Hooligans flew down the highway at blazing speed, the engine roaring as they blew through the first waypoint at Ash Hollow.

Trevor nudged Jake in the ribs, then said, “Lean forward a bit, gotta get something from behind your seat.” Jake leaned forward, only for Trevor to remove a red lunchbox from behind the seat and accidentally hit him in the head with it. “Oh, you cock-bag! That fuckin’ hurt!”

“Well, sorry, Jake, but I didn’t have much time to think about where to put it while they were busy talking to the three of you. So, the meal of the moment is Lunchbox Surprise.” Trevor said, before opening the lunchbox. “Oh, awesome! There’s cheesecake in here!”

Trevor quickly passed some pieces around, and the four of them ate quickly. Once the cheesecake had disappeared, the sunroof was opened and the empty red lunchbox hit the sky, and shortly after, found the pavement.

A little further down the road, they raced through the waypoint at Chimney Rock.

“Can you smell that?” Cody asked. “Smells like gas.”

“If you fuckin’ farted, roll the god-damn window down.” Marcus replied.

“No, I smell it too.” Jake said. “Smells like fuel.”

“We’ll have to stop at Fort Laramie, see if we can fix it.” Trevor said.

“At least it’s not the fuckin’ driveshaft falling out of the car.” Marcus said, looking on the bright side. “Just going to be a long drive where I can’t smoke.”


Morale: +3 (+1)
Fatigue: +17 (+6)
Waypoints Completed: 4 (+2)
Notes: Team is feeling tired, Cheesecake is good for morale, and the car stinks of fuel.
Travel Notes: Team will be stopping at Fort Laramie to make repairs if possible.



Spanners: WHAT???






Mopey is glued to his phone and oblivious to everything around him.

At the next stop Spanners will try and extend the exhaust so as not to kill everyone with CO.


Team ‘Southend Or Bust’

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“So it’s called California Hill” said Martin.

“Yeah. California Hill” replied Seb, studying the landscape. “Proper bit of history there, mi amigo!”

“Mate I can’t tell if you’re saying that because you’re Spanish or because you’re taking the piss” replied James, also surveying the scene. “And they’re wagon tracks then?”

“Yeah. I think so at least” said Seb, ever-so-slightly unsure.

Martin and James looked at each other, and then to Seb. “Do you actually know much about this place?” asked James.

“Er” Seb began, “Nah, I just saw it on some pamphlet at the airport and it looked cool”

“Right” said Martin, turning around and heading back to the car. The other two followed him. James was browsing Lyra’s Facebook wall, still bemused by the whole camera thing (which Seb and Martin had made sure to joke about non-stop since it happened).

“Have you found her Instagram yet?” asked Martin. “You need to like a few photos, but not too many. She’ll really appreciate that”.

“And since when were you the relationships expert?” replied James.

“Well…” Martin began.

“No no James, how could you forget his 2 previous relationships that both lasted about 4 months?” said Seb, very mockingly.

“Oi” replied Martin. “At least I can get into relationships”

“Yes but Martin, I can still pull way better than you” replied Seb, slightly smugly. He knew full well how attractive he was, and the other two knew full well how easily he could pull.

Martin stared back. “Touché” he said, begrudgingly.

As per usual with this lot, a discussion about one girl had led to a competition about who was the best with girls in general.