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Go West Deathtrap Tour [FINISHED]


Welp, RIP me. When I saw I was out I was Expecting it to be something to do with the Vacuum System (Like a Total Failure of the Vacuum Line or something), not a Intake Manifold Failure. Oh well, was fun while it lasted, Thanks for hosting.


Team Redneck
Day 1 18:00

As the two pass the checkpoints Jake reads about them from his phone.

Ash Hollow
Sweet spring water made Ash Hollow State Historical Park near Lewellen a major stopover on the Overland Trail and prompted prehistoric Indians to use it, too. Ruts etched by west-bound wagons are still visible on the bluffs. Today, the area’s beauty and sweeping vistas continue to make this area a popular destination for vacationers and travelers. The history, archaeology and paleontology of the area are interpreted at the visitor center, Ash Hollow Cave and exhibits and structures.

Chimney Rock

Located some twelve miles west of Courthouse and Jailhouse Rock, Chimney Rock was one of the most picturesque landmarks along the Oregon Trail. It signaled the end of the prairies as the trail became more steep and rugged heading west towards the Rocky Mountains.

The discussion about whether or not to stop as originally planned continues. Narrated for simplicity.

So the choice is whether to continue or stop at the Riverside campground at Scotts Bluff as planned. On one hand they are doing very good for the time being, and tomorrow will be a very long day if the two start off at 6:30am as planned, so if they continue for a few hours longer they actually have a chance at finishing the trip tomorrow. On the downside it puts them several hours driving in the dark with very few places inbetween to stop, welcome to the wide open spaces of the American west.
The decision is to press on to Evansville eta. approx 12:30 .

Otis, “fuel light came on, its a good thing Scotts Bluff isn’t much further”

Jake, “I had an idea, lets be good sports, we have plenty of food, lets cook some extra for the other groups while we are there it shouldn’t take us much extra time. And besides I’m beginning to get a case of numb butt”

Otis, “Sounds like a plan.”

OOC: Yes we are cooking, the camp stove is available for others to use as well till about 9:30ish when the two will press on.

Edit: at the top of scotts bluff


Day 1 - Kent Croissants

Previous Part

6 - 8PM

The three have just pulled out of California Hill the temperature is dropping and a slight breeze coming through the sunroof had cooled the boys down a little.

“It’s amazing that those wagon tracks are still there, it’s incredible” said Jordan still in a strange sense of awe after stopping at California Hill.

“Alright just 'cause you did history at GCSE Jordan, it isn’t th…” replied Damien but stopping abruptly as they turned around a corner catching eye of the broken Merda. All three started laughing and Aaron beeped the horn and put his foot down as they went past the brown car, also waving their hands out of the windows.

“I sorta feel bad maybe we could have helped” added Jordan afterwards.

“Why? If they are completely stopped by the side of the road it’s not going to be fixable is it, wonder what went wrong though” said Damien.

“Don’t mock too soon can you feel that” replied Aaron who had got his ‘concentration face’ on. “I can feel a slight buzz at high speeds” Aaron began slowing and speeding up gradually trying to find the spot at which the vibration happens.

“Wheel bearing? Or something vibrating just a buzz in general?” questioned Damien who had now begun listening out for the hum.

“Sounds like its from the back” said Jordan who was leaning over the back seat listening around the boot to no avail.

The three boys kept searching for the source of the hum but they were not able to find the source. It wasn’t loud but knowing it was in the background noise, irritated Aaron. However they all knew that the were doing okay in the race so the mood wasn’t spoiled too much.

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


For reference:

Wagon trains lumbered over the ground at a speed between 1 and 2 miles per hour. The emigrants walked between 10 and 15 miles per day, taking just over one week to go 100 miles.

Thats about 2 MONTHS just to get to Scotts bluff


Team Big Blue, Part 5

U.S. Route 26 West

Paul: All this driving is wearing me out…

Steve: …but it could be worse. You’ve done long stints in endurance races, after all. Besides, several other teams are having problems with fatigue as well.

Ash: Especially if, they, like us, chose not to stop at California Hill. But we still managed to pass Ash Hollow and Chimney Rock in this time block, which is a good sign.

Jez: And another one bites the dust… I’m starting to hear rumors that the Letto has dropped out, and this time it didn’t go (out with a) bang like the Bogliq - it merely ground to a halt after its engine blew up. Now, if we can just hold it together, we’ll make it to Scotts Bluff without incident - especially as the Redneck Express is running low on fuel.

With that, Team Big Blue continued to make progress towards their first planned rest stop at Scotts Bluff.


The team’s frustration from the radiator incident is gradually dissipating as they are making decent progress with Kinga at the wheel, the Kageshima’s I6 purring away with its deep, slightly raspy voice, apparently content. Kinga is rather heavy on the accelerator, though.

Kamil: “We decided to take it easy, remember, sis?”

Kinga: “Yeah, but I don’t feel like slouching along, either. Also, maybe we’ll be able to catch up to some of the others - who knows, some of them might be fun. Also also, I intend to get us to Chimney rock before we hit the sack.”

Kamil: “Well, your points are all valid and all, but the JET needs to be able to carry us about 2/3 of the Earth’s circumference after we’re done with this trip here, right? So don’t put too much strain on our old girl.”

Kinga opens up one of several newly aquired CD cases against her knee, her left hand at the steering wheel, and slots the disc into the discman that’s taped onto the dashboard and connected to the car’s hifi set via a cassette adapter. She has a slightly evil expression on her face as she hits the play button.

Jacek: “Good grief, what the hell is THAT!? Please, make it stop!”

Kinga: “Bwuahaha! This will run 'til we’re at Chimney Rock. At least I’ll definitely not fall asleep at the wheel over this.”

Kamil: “You know what, Kinga?”

Kinga: “Yeah?”

Kamil: “Just go ahead and floor it so we don’t have to listen to this for too long.”

Kinga (with a satisfied leer): “I love it when a plan comes together.”


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, 8PM - 10PM

Weather Conditions: 83 degrees, sunny, slight breeze

All vehicles are on 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: 66 mi OD: 637 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +5 Notes: Team has arrived at Riverside Campground in Scottsbluff, NE and set up camp. Team is very tired.

TBDC: 91 mi OD: 505 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +0 Notes: Optional stop completed: California Hill, 15 minutes. Refueled in Ogalalla, NE. Team is starting an in-vehicle sleep rotation and pressing on.

TBDC: 52 mi OD: 675 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +8 Notes: Waypoints completed: Fort Laramie. Refueled in Scottsbluff, NE. Team is feeling tired and has stopped at the Bunkhouse Motel in Fort Laramie, WY to rest overnight.

TBDC: 80 mi OD: 675 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +12 Notes: Waypoints completed: Chimney Rock, Fort Laramie. Refueled in Scottsbluff, NE. Team is exhausted, and has stopped at the Bunkhouse Motel in Fort Laramie, WY to rest overnight.

TBDC: 97 mi OD: 599 mi MRL: +3 FTG: +4 Notes: Optional stop: Courthouse Rock. Waypoints completed: Ash Hollow, Chimney Rock. Pulled in to Chimney Rock right at 10pm. Team is feeling slightly fatigued. Note: No parts stores were open after the time of muffler failure, and no replacement part was in the supplies. Can look for a parts store in the morning.

TBDC: 79 mi OD: 637 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +6 Notes: Waypoint completed: Chimney Rock. Team is feeling tired and has stopped for the night at Riverside Campground in Scottsbluff NE. Refueled in Scottsbluff NE.

TBDC: 17 mi OD: 643 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +1 Notes: Optional stop: Scotts Bluff (1 hour). Refueled in Scottsbluff, NE.

TBDC: 104 mi OD: 637 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +3 Notes: Waypoint completed: Chimney Rock. Refueled in Scottsbluff, NE. Team is feeling slightly fatigued.

TBDC: 13 mi OD: 523 mi MRL: -4 FTG: +8 Notes: Waypoint completed: Chimney Rock. FAILURE: Center differential shattered. It took some doing, but the AWD is disabled and disconnected, and the car is now FWD. Drivability penalty applies going forward.

TBDC: 117 mi OD: 637 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +4 Notes: Waypoints compelted: Ash Hollow, Chimney Rock. Refueled in Scottsbluff, NE. Team feeling tired, and has stopped at Riverside Campground in Scottsbluff, NE.

TBDC: 87 mi OD: 637 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +10 Notes: Waypoint completed: Chimney Rock. Refueled in Scottsbluff, NE. Team is very tired, and has stopped for the night at Riverside Campground in Scottsbluff, NE.

TBDC: 116 mi OD: 574 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +7 Notes: Waypoint completed: Ash Hollow. Team is tired.

TBDC: 38 mi OD: 654 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +2 Notes: Optional stop: Scotts Bluff (1 hr). Refueled in Scottsbluff, NE.

TBDC: 95 mi OD: 675 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +8 Notes: Waypoints completed: Chimney Rock, Fort Laramie. Refueled in Scottsbluff, NE. Team is feeling tired, and has stopped for the night at Bunkhouse Motel in Fort Laramie, WY.

TBDC: 129 mi OD: 621 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +4 Notes: Waypoints completed: Ash Hollow, Chimney Rock. FUEL LOW. Team is feeling slightly fatigued.

TBDC: 75 mi OD: 675 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +9 Notes: Waypoints completed: Fort Laramie. Team is very tired. Refueled in Scottsbluff, NE. Team has stopped for the night at the Bunkhouse Motel in Fort Laramie, WY.

TBDC: 24 mi OD: 637 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +2 Notes: Rfueled in Scottsbluff, NE. Team has stopped for the night at Riverside Campground in Scottsbluff, NE.

The following vehicles are in packs:

Team Teal Terror

Jen stretched her sore legs as she kicked back in her camp chair. “OK, maybe I got a little over zealous today.”

“A little?” Fuzz chided. "I was supposed to drive from Kearny, that was the deal.

“Well, if you weren’t so busy dropping trow and smearing shit…”

“Vegemite,” he corrected.

“Like I said. If you weren’t antagonizing those Hooligans all day, maybe you would have had a chance.”

Fuzz grinned and took a deep swig of his beer. “Fair enough. Tomorrow’s my day then. Bright and early.”

Jen nodded. She peered into the dying embers of the fire. Wisps of smoke swirled in a tangled, nearly hypnotic dance. Thought enveloped her. Memories of their last two runs, of Rick being with them. Memories of the mischievous Hooligans and their glitter cannon, and seeing old challenge acquaintances again with Team Southend and Team Outriders. Highs and lows along the way, and everything in between. And, of course, the Vegemite.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Fuzz noted. “Something on your mind?”

“Are we getting addicted to this?” she asked.

“To what?”

“These challenges.”

Fuzz laughed. “Of course. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. Why do you think I’m out here?”

“Because you’re my brother?”

“Hell, I’d take the Teal Turdbox without you. Bonus getting to hang out with my obnoxious sister,” he grinned. He stood up and stretched, towering over her like a tree. He then outstretched his hand. “Come on, let’s take a walk.”

(OOC: This is an open invite for anyone staying at Riverside Campground to RP interact with Team Teal Terror.)


Highway Hooligans

Day 1, 6-8p - “A Tale of Fuel and Cheesecake”

“Still smells like gas.” Cody said, while they stood at the gas station, filling the tank on their trusty E5.

“We’ll have to fix it in the morning, Cody. If we try right now, we’re more likely to overlook it, or fall asleep and get gas in our eyes.” Jake replied. “Best we can do is limp the car to Fort Laramie, hope there’s a hotel or motel or campsite nearby we can use to get some sleep in.”

“There is. Bunkhouse Motel, we’ll sleep there. No point in laying in tents on rocks and dirt, listening to crickets keeping us awake. Plus, we’re less likely to run into team Teal Terror, or at least, they’re less likely to fuck with our car, because it’s in a parking lot with people and likely cameras around.” Marcus said. “And we’ll hope this fuel stink is something we can fix quickly enough.”

“Well, at least we have a plan. Maybe we’ll get lucky and it’ll be something simple to fix and outright stupid that caused the car to reek of gasoline. Either way, we’ll be more likely able to fix the car after a couple beers and then a good night’s sleep.” Trevor said.

“So, who’d you pinch the beer from this time?” Cody asked.

“Well, there was this station wagon driven by these other hooligans, some Erin something-or-other. Southend-or-Bust was their team name. Lifted a case o’ beer out of their wagon 'bout an hour after everyone went to bed at the campsite. Damn near got caught 'cause one of ‘em hates campin’. Either way, it’s not shit beer this time. Only the best of stolen goods for my friends.” Trevor said, grinning.

A bit later in the night, and further down the road, the Dynamite was switched off in the parking lot of the Bunkhouse Motel, and the Highway Hooligans checked into their room with a case of beer, a forest-camo lunchbox that contained a single jar of moonshine and four bags of beef jerky, two large bags of Sour-Cream-and-Onion chips, and a bag of chocolate chip cookies.

In their room, Cody, Marcus, Jake, and Trevor split up the drinks and the snacks. Everyone got a bag of beef jerky, the chip bags were ripped open and split between Cody and Jake, and Marcus and Trevor, everyone got a bottle of beer, and some party cups were passed out with a mostly-equal measure of 'shine in them. The cookies were emptied onto a plate and placed between them to enjoy as desired.

It didn’t take long for the four guys to devour the snacks and down the booze, though it showed that three of them weren’t heavy drinkers as Trevor was the only one able to stand after the beer-and-shine party drinks. Marcus slouched in a chair near the window and lit a cigarette, blatantly ignoring the “No-Smoking” sign on the wall with the intent of enjoying at least one smoke before going to bed.

“You reckon if I pissed in the carpet, we could set it on fire?” Cody asked. Jake shook his head, then said, “Prolly not, would take… At least three, maybe four more cups of that shit. Then you could light your piss on fire.”

Trevor chuckled softly, then said, “Not even that. You’d need at least twice that much, but you wouldn’t be able to aim at anything at that point. But that reminds me, don’t throw or smash that jar just yet, it’ll make a great piss-missile for one of the other teams when either we pass them or they try to pass us. Nothing quite says ‘fuck off’ like a glass jar being thrown at your car, after all.”

“That and we’ve got fireworks in the car for a “Going Faster Than You” celebration.” Cody said, grinning.

“Hang on, I’m gonna get some stuff outta our car to annoy the fuck out of everyone in the room next to ours.” Trevor said, before getting up and wandering out to the car. He wandered back in about 15 minutes later with another lunchbox, though this one contained a motorcycle battery and a windshield wiper motor, among other miscellaneous hardware.

“See, we rented two rooms, right?” Trevor said, grinning. “The bed’s on the other wall in the other room, so I figure, we hook this up and the bed bangs the wall all night long.”

“Oh, that’s fuckin’ genius!” Marcus said, flicking the dead cigarette butt out of the window of the motel. “We all know how annoying it is when the next guy over in the other room won’t stop banging all night, so we’re gonna do that back to everyone else.”

“Exactly. And the best part is, this is just spare junk, so we don’t have to bring it with afterward. It’ll just be there annoying the shit out of everyone else, but we’ll sleep through it because we’re drunk.” Trevor said.

A few minutes later, Trevor had the Bed-Banger set up in the other room, and switched it on before making a mad drunken sprint back to their room. He gave a wicked grin as they could hear the thumping in their room, on the far-side from the bed, then said, “Good luck for anyone else sleeping through that.”


Morale: +4 (+1)
Fatigue: +25 (+8)
Waypoints: 5 (+1)
Status: Resting, Drunk, and Wicked.

Car Status: Fuel Smell still not diagnosed.

(OOC: @DeusExMackia Yeah, figured your team would have the good beer, and would likely have more than one case, so the Hooligans ‘borrowed’ one in typical fashion. As for the other ‘disappeared’ items the Hooligans have, I implied without directly taking, so it’s up for interpretations as to where the items came from. After all, it just seems fair that the troublemakers would hit everyone at least a little with theft.)


Team ‘Southend Or Bust’

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“We’re gonna have to ditch mass” said Martin all of a sudden. The worry in his voice had been building for the last 30 minutes as their fuel tank had been rapidly draining.

“Ditch mass? Is this a physics experiment?” replied Seb, also growing in concern.

“No, seriously, it isn’t, I really don’t think it’s going to make it” replied Martin. He’d been staring at the fuel needle for so long in between glancing at the road and at the dashboard that he thought he might be going delusional.

“Martin, calm down, you’re just gonna have to really tip toe these last 20 miles” said James, oddly a voice of calm and reason for once. “What would we even get rid of?”

“I don’t know okay!” It must be related to the missfire. Surely. Unless it was because Seb was flooring it too much earlier? The ideas whirled around in his head.

“Well can we make the car any more aerodynamic?” suggested Seb.

“Eh? How are we going to do that whilst moving?” said James.

“I don’t know it was just an idea okay!” Seb fired back.

16 miles to the campsite, and despite all that they had been through, it looked like for the first time ever that Team Southend might actually be about to go bust.

OOC: @Madrias Well well, we’ll have to see how SoB react when they make it to the campsite. If they do, that is…


Team Big Blue, Part 6

Scotts Bluff, NE

As Team Big Blue reflects on their experience at Scotts Bluff, Paul realizes that they’ve been roughly retracing the path taken by pioneers who migrated westwards on the Oregon Trail centuries ago…

Paul: So Scotts Bluff contains preserved sections of the Oregon Trail. It’s a beautiful place to take a breather, what with all the rock formations nearby. Speaking of which… The Minnesota Educational Computing Consortium made a game about it. My parents had a copy on their home computer a long time ago. It took me a dozen attempts to complete the game without losing any adventurers to dysentery, drowning, etc. And whenever they died, I typed “In Honor Of (insert person’s name)” on their tombstones. But if the leader lost his life or got dismissed, that was it. Still, it was fun - if not as fun as our road trip adventure.

Ash: Ha! I would have typed “Lest we Forget” instead, in the spirit of those Anzacs who fought bravely a century ago. As for ourselves, stopping at Scotts Bluff has done wonders for our physical condition - much of the fatigue that has plagued us of late is now gone. And surprisingly, we’re now ahead of the Redneck Express, but not by much.

Steve: Unfortunately, a few other teams have managed to get the jump on us by driving all the way to Fort Laramie in the next state. I have to tip my hat to them for being so brave, though. But their decision was not entirely unexpected, and we tend to counter it with a more aggressive strategy from here on out.

Jez: I’m starting to hear rumors that the Corzippa lost its center diff and is reduced to running as a front-driver. That leaves us with one less set of opponents to worry about… Anyway, we’ll be back on the road soon enough. Let’s hope that we can make up the lost time.

With that, Team Big Blue completed its first scheduled rest stop. They were not far behind the new leaders, but at least they were finally ahead of the Redneck Express.


Gran: David the smell coming through the hole in the floor is awfully consuming.

Spanners: Sorry Mrs E, I’ll look for a scrapyard in the morning.

Spanners starts looking at vehicles in the immediate vicinity for a possible “loan” replacement

Mopey: Shit…my battery’s died!


Mopey: OW!! I was looking up parts stores in the area Gran!

Spanners: Scantily clad ladies who sell silencers? Well that’s a first for me!

Gran: And what exactly is that supposed to mean David??

Spanners: Nothing Mrs E. You have a kip and I’ll worry about the silencer.



(Our brave explorers have arrived at California Hill)

Luigi: Not much light left. Can’t see too much.

Marc: This is mainly to stretch our legs.

Zach: I can’t feel my ass.

Blake: (closes hood) Nothing appears to be amiss. All fluids are where they’re supposed to be. I even checked the antifreeze with a balls floating gauge and it checks out.

Marc: Let’s get a move on then.

(The ongoing drive is uneventful with Blake dozing off in the back seat. Eventually the Enforcer arrives at Ogalalla, NE.)

Blake: yawn Did I miss anything?

Marc: Just the fuel light. Also, you’re awake in time for the committee meeting.

Blake: Meeting?

Luigi: Our night strategy.

Blake: I had some thoughts about that. I figure we could nap and drive in shifts. Rotate every four hours. Our best bet to cover lost distance is to power through the night.

Luigi: Sounds good to me.

Zach: Me too.

Marc: Okay, it’s settled then. Blake, why don’t you take the first shift, Stickfuck, you’re on deck!

Zach: Uh, me?

Marc: Who else?

Luigi: You’re gonna let him talk to your son like that?

Blake: Well, he does have the gun.

Zach: Thanks a lot dad!

Blake: Catch some shuteye in the back. That goes for you too Luigi, You’ll be driving after Zach.

Luigi: Fine with me, I’m beat.

Marc: From doing what? Sitting on your ass watching midgets do unspeakable things on your phone?

Luigi: Reading a news article thank you!

Marc: How? There’s no big pictures, you have no idea what you’re looking at!

Luigi: At least I didn’t conceive my children by pushing rope!

Marc: I’m surprised you have any children at all, I thought they don’t allow your kind to adopt!

Luigi: Heh, Maria is all the proof I need that I’m not gay!

Marc: She’s just the closet door. Besides, she only married your ugly ass because she lost a bet!

Zach: Tank’s full.

Blake: I’ve got some sandwiches made, let’s hit the road. We can eat along the way.

(Blake is now behind the wheel. Marc is riding shotgun while Zach and Luigi are in the back. Marc and Luigi fall asleep in no time, and Zach falls asleep a half hour later.)


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, 10PM - Friday, 12AM

Weather Conditions: 77 degrees, dark, slight breeze

All vehicles are on 26 West or off the road for the night

Upcoming POI (optional, let me know if you want to stop at them for rest/sightseeing): Scotts Bluff National Monument, Independence Rock State Historic Site.

Next Waypoint: Fort Laramie, South Pass.

TBDC: 0 mi OD: 637 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -5 Notes: Team is asleep.

TBDC: 13 mi OD: 636 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +2 Notes: Waypoints completed: Ash Hollow, Chimney Rock.

TBDC: 0 mi OD: 675 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -7 Notes: Team is asleep.

TBDC: 0 mi OD: 675 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -8 Notes: Team is asleep.

TBDC: 38 mi OD: 537 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +5 Notes: Refueled in Scottsbluff, NE. Team has stopped to camp at Riverside Campground in Scottsbluff, NE. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH.

TBDC: 0 mi OD: 637 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -5 Notes: Team is asleep.

TBDC: 142 mi OD: 785 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +4 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Laramie. Team is feeling slightly fatigued.

TBDC: 38 mi OD: 675 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +5 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Laramie. Team has stopped for the night at the Bunkhouse Motel in Fort Laramie, WY.

TBDC: 119 mi OD: 523 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +6 Notes: Waypoint completed: Chimney Rock. Team rolls in to Riverside Campground at almost exactly midnight.

TBDC: 0 mi OD: 637 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -5 Notes: Team is asleep.

TBDC: 0 mi OD: 637 mi MRL: +1 FTG: ±5 Notes: Team is asleep.

TBDC: 63 mi OD: 637 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +6 Notes: Waypoint completed: Chimney Rock. Refueled in Scottsbluff, NE. Team has stopped for the night at Riverside Campground.

TBDC: 21 mi OD: 675 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +0 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Laramie. Team has stopped for the night at the Bunkhouse Motel in Fort Laramie, WY.

TBDC: 0 mi OD: 675 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -7 Notes: Team is asleep.

TBDC: 6 mi OD: 637 mi MRL: +2 FTG: -1 Notes: Refueled in Scottsbluff, NE. Team has stopped for the night at Riverside Campground.

TBDC: 0 mi OD: 675 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -7 Notes: Team is asleep.

TBDC: 0 mi OD: 637 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -5 Notes: Team is asleep.

The following vehicles are in packs:

Team Teal Terror

(Team is asleep)


Highway Hooligans

Day 1, 8-10p - “Drunken Robot Bang Party”

I really shouldn’t do titles when half asleep…

(Team is Asleep. This Post only exists to adjust the numbers.)


Morale: +5 (+1)
Fatigue: +18 (-7)
Waypoints: 5
Status: Sleeping.


Team ‘Southend Or Bust’

Original Post - Previous Post

It had gone right to the knife edge, but they’d just managed to get Nancy to the petrol station, and eventually on to the campsite. It was late by the time they arrived, and they slinked in as quietly as possible.

“Hang on” said Seb, concerned. “We’re missing a crate of beer”.

“Fuck. Fuck!” exclaimed Martin. “I knew someone was nabbing our beer”

“What do you mean?” said Seb.

“I heard someone rummaging around last night and told them to keep it down. I thought they were just getting out of their tent for a slash. The noise was way too close though” he explained.

“It gets worse” said Seb. “They nabbed the Amstel”

“They did WHAT?” shouted James. Amstel was his favourite.

“We must exact revenge” said James, altogether acting a lot more seriously than he’d ever been. The boys had been in the tent planning a response to the beer nabbing for the last 30 minutes.

“James, stop being so dramatic. We need to be empirical” said Martin.

“If I’m not going to be dramatic, then you are not going to be scientific” replied James.

“It’s simple thought” said Martin. “Tomorrow, we scout the campsite and see who has crates of Amstel, or any Amstel bottles lying around. There can’t be that many with the same beer”.

“True” said Seb. “Plus if we all split up, we’ll cover more ground more quickly. I say we make the excuse that we’re just checking in on the other teams, being friendly”.

Speaking of checking in, James was checking his phone. Lyra had already gone to sleep sadly, but he hoped to catch her tomorrow morning before they all set off.

“It’s sorted then. Tomorrow, we start our revenge” said Martin. “Also, guys, please don’t set the alarm too loudly, we don’t want a repeat of last time…


Team Redneck Day 1 20:00

Otis and Jake pull into the gas station to fuel up and check over the old truck, Jake finds the derogatory writings from Spanish fiesta “Dad, you knew they were up to sum thing, they tagged the back of the truck.”

Otis comes over to look at it, laughs, then uses the window washer on the tailgate to wash it off. “Well we did start it.”

They finish fueling and checking over the truck for any new leaks, and cleaning the windshield with a different washer as the other had picked up quite a bit of oxidized black paint and road grime, then head up to the top of Scotts bluff for a break and to cook dinner. There were only a few takers on the offer for dinner, so the two wrap up the leftovers for later.

Day 1 22:00

Jake has fallen asleep, Otis drives on and decides to continue on to Jeffery City, where they will refuel, and maybe sleep for the night. They will be in range of completing the drive late tomorrow if their luck holds out.


Team Big Blue, Part 7

Bunkhouse Motel, Fort Laramie, Wyoming

As Team Big Blue parks up at the Motel for the night, Jez recalls the day’s events:

“It’s been an uneventful day so far. We have been at or near the front of the pack since the start, and made exactly one rest stop, at Scotts Bluff, where the Oregon Trail once stood. A few rivals have fallen by the wayside, but the dreaded Redneck Express wasn’t among them. As for tomorrow, we will increase our pace, with the hope of hauling it in, while also staying ahead of a few other contenders.”

And so all four members of Team Big Blue decided to go to sleep for the night.



(No dialogue as three out of the four men are asleep. Blake is behind the wheel feeling decent. He currently has the radio on but on a low volume so as not to wake the others.)


Day 1 - Team Kent Croissants

Previous Part

8 - 10PM

“God I’m tired, I need to get into a bed pronto” said Damien stretching his arms and scratching the back of his head"

“Sleeping bag” replied Aaron as they pulled into the campsite.

“Great” responded Damien sarcastically with a hint of slight annoyance in his voice craning his neck forward looking around the site for other teams catching eye of Team Teal Terror who had already set up camp.

“Well I did think of stopping on the hard shoulder and just have some Pringles and Gatorade for dinner” replied Aaron with the same level of sarcasm whilst driving around the campsite.

Aaron finds a space and the three begin to unload the camping gear from the boot of the car and set up the tents with difficulty and started unloading food and alcohol after the tents had been constructed and the three sat for a little while.

“So what would you have taken on this trip? Any car you like money no object” asked Damien sitting in the opening of his tent.

“Porsche Carrera GT in black easy” responded Aaron who had always had a soft spot for the sound of the V10 engine in the Carrera.

“Zenshi GT I’d choose the V8 one its just clean and they’re supposed to handle great aswell” said Damien taking a swig from some Greene King IPA and leaning back into the fold out chair.

“It’d have to be a Merciel Corsaire I just like French supercars like the Venturi” replied Jordan “They are mocked for no reason.”

"Alright enough about your opinion on high performance motorcars from the French and their ‘lack of faults’ " said Aaron jokingly.

After a few more conversations the three hit the hay and got into their tents with Jordan managing to get his zip stuck and having to fiddle with it for five minutes to make it come loose.

10 -12PM

The three are sleeping.

Fatigue: -1 (9 Total)
Morale +3 (7 Total)


Thursday 12-4p

The team travels on making a stop in Lincoln, Nebraska as 2-o-clock approaches. The group is seen sitting in a booth at a diner. They talk as they wait for their food.

N: “I think we have a good chance at completing this.”
J: “You say that now, barely into the trip? I think you might have jinxed it.”
C: “James is right, our chances of completing the trip just dropped by like 15%.”
N: “Aaagghhh, They did not. I’m just being hopeful, as this car has not shown any sings of quitting. But please, do be more careful avoiding potholes James. One of them woke me up from my nap.”
J: “That wasn’t a pothole.”
Nathan looks at him with a slow creeping realization.
J: “That was the torque bind.”
N: “Oh…” pauses “It wasn’t that bad, was it?”
James gives him a slight condescending look.
N: “…Well, you two were the ones who gave me the task of buy the car.”
C: “True, we can’t fault him too hard on that one.”
J: “But of all the cars you could have picked, you chose the teenage wet dream!”
N: “Are you saying you don’t like having 300 horses powering all the wheels?
J: “I- Uh…” He stammers slightly. “Well it is nice.
N: “Then it’s settled.”
Charles gives a chuckle, knowing Nathan had just closed the debate.

The team gets ready to head out, car gassed up and ready to go.
J: “Hey, Nathan, did you see where our water bottles went?”
N: “They’re right in the trunk like they should be, are they not?”
They open the trunk to find all their water bottles missing.
J: “Charles, didn’t you load up the trunk?”
C: “Yeah, and I put the waters in right here.” He points to a spot inside the trunk.
J: “Well, they’re not there anymore.”
N: “Why thanks, Sherlock.”
J: “Look, whether they were forgotten about before the event, or were stolen during the event, the water bottles are not here. We should pick up some more along the way for the evening camp.”
N: “Right. Shall we carry on then?”

The Pit Stop team moves on to the next destination on the route, Fort Kearny. They stopped for an extended amount of time for a quick photo shoot, and tourist-y stuff as well. They noticed a beat-up truck and an extremely rare to find Bonchon Masterpiece, both who were contestants in the tour. They also noted the Bonchon had no hood, and Charles remarked about how it was a turbo car just as unreliable as the Corzippa they were driving, if not more.

Also noted at Fort Kearny, they saw the remains of what was said to be an ex-LeMans Leeroy Racecar. It apparently ate a differential when entering the on ramp, was promptly smashed by a big-rig, and soon after caught aflame and burned up. This gave the team a somber chill as they left Fort Kearny.

The team refueled at Ogalalla, Nebraska. And, sometime near California Hill, the team noticed a red car on the side of the road with its hood propped up.

Thursday 8-Midnight

Down the road they traveled. The Pit Stop team decided to stop by Chimney Rock. While going around the bends on Chimney Rock Park Road, the car shuttered, on one occasion almost killing the engine.

James: “This is not good.”
Nathan, caressing the car: “Please baby don’t do this to us…”
Charles: “Damn back, this ain’t helpin none!”

They get to the filming location. Chimney Rock itself is seen in the background. They decided to do the intro sequence here, in case they don’t finish the tour.

The car coughs as Nathan lets off the throttle, and hits the brakes. He takes it around a turn, the car visibly shakes in the corner. He then takes another jab at the throttle to come back in front of the camera before making a corner… The car jeers once, makes a bang, then a rear wheel locks up as fluid violently pukes out from underneath it.

James: “Oh, now you’ve done it!”

Nathan sheepishly smiles as he realizes how bad the car just got.

James: “Well. Let’s see how bad the damage done is.”

The car doesn’t move very well, the rear wheels don’t cooperate and the front are straining to do something, but succeed in nothing.

Nathan, trying to shrug off the guilt he is feeling for braking the car: “It’s baaddd isn’t it?”

Luckily, due to James’ planning, they do have enough tools (though, not necessarily the right ones) to try to salvage the AWD. Nathan, still sheepish, is tasked with running to the nearest store for miscellaneous stuff and more fluid, while James and Charles lay on the ground trying to see if they can rig up the car to still drive, but on fewer wheels.

James starts talking to the audience as he works, “The nice thing about this Corzippa awd system is that it’s basically just a front transaxle attached to a transfer case of sorts. Though this looks bad, all we have to do is disconnect the transfer case from the transaxle internally. What makes this hard is the way American Eagle designed this. It’s a single case, so there’s a single case pan, which means dropping it will drop all the fluid, well most of it anyway. But, once that’s out of the way, access to the middle differential is super easy.”

Meanwhile, the cameras catch Nathan as he starts making his way back to the car. He is carrying a case of synthetic fluid, a long tube, and 2 tubes of ATV sealant. He stands on one side of the road waiting for quite a while until it is safe to pass. He whistles while he waits with a face of mild amusement.

Charles: “Holey shit! That thing really did explode.”
James: “Wow, yeah. Look at that damage!”

Camera gets a good look at the broken bits and the little bits of metal flake in the oil.

Nathan comes back with the supplies, and they get the pan back on the awd system using the ATV to re-seal it. They use the tube Nathan bought and the funnel they had with them to pour the new synthetic fluid in.

Nathan: “This is the correct fluid, right?”
Charles: “Well if it isn’t, then we’ll find out soon enough.”
James: “Hopefully, the seals, or what’s left of them, don’t decide to puke now, either.”

With the car sort of repaired- It’s FWD only now -the team heads to the next, and final destination of the day; Riverside Campground. They roll in just before midnight.