Go West Deathtrap Tour [FINISHED]

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TEAM OUTRIDERS

Luigi: God damn, we haven’t stopped at all?

Zach: We’re gonna rest for an hour when we reach Soda Springs.

Blake: I can’t do this. We’re too old to keep pushing like this.

Zach: We stop to get some sleep, we risk losing the lead we have.

Blake: If we’re overcome by fatigue, a lead won’t mean dick!

Marc: So we’re planning on stopping somewhere?

Blake: Fort Hall, I’ve 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

Previous [Day 2, 5am-6am]

In an odd turn of events, Charlotte had taken over driving Banana, but she’d 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 James’ facebook account.
“Still swooning over him, are you?” Charlotte said, seeing Lyra on her phone. Lyra quickly, but rather obviously tilted her phone’s screen away.
“N-no. No.” Charlotte was giving her a ‘really?’ look out of the corner of her eye. “Yes, Yes I was. Fine.”
“Going to still be awkward around them, huh?”
“For gods sake.”
“I mean, of them all, you didn’t choose the more… exotic of them?”
“Charlotte, please.”
“Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.” Charlotte quickly turns back on the music.

“Char, why this one.”
“Because We need some INTENSITY!”

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Team ‘Southend Or Bust’

Original Post - Previous Post

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“God I wish we were turning left and heading south on I25” exclaimed James. “Bonneville is down that way”.

“James you said the exact same thing last night” said Seb, with a bit of a grump tone. He wasn’t used to the early start.

“Alright mister” said James in a mock-sassy voice.

“Oh come on mate, we all know about you and your beauty sleep” chimed Martin.

“Yes yes well anyway, Bonneville…” James said, trying to return the conversation.

.

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; it’s was unusual to say the least. Seb messaged Martin, who was sitting in the back of the car -

Gonna rumble whatevers up with James. He’s fidgeting so much and constantly wants to talk.

Martin smiled when he opened the text.

Cool cool I’ll join in.

Seb waited for some quiet, then turned to James. “So Lyra” he began.

James froze briefly and blushed. Martin burst out laughing. “Ha ha! Does someone have a crush or something?”

“Well…” said James, trying to correct himself but hardly making an effort.

“Oh you are such a sop” said Seb, laughing too. “One girl shows a bit of interest and you can’t contain yourself”.

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 don’t 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 isn’t as good as the old one but it’s a LOT quieter than having nothing at all. Now, about this hole, it’s getting a lot bi…

Spanners: Don’t worry about it Mrs E. Everything’s good.

Mopey: So she isn’t going to fall out then?

Spanners: No mate.

Gran: George, you aren’t in my will!

Mopey: WHAT? Then why the flying fu…

THWACK!!

Mopey: OW Dave…WHAT THE FU…

THWACK!!

Mopey: GRAN!!! That really hurt!!!

Gran: Mind your language George.

Spanners: Yeah Mopey…mind 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

“Well crap, that sucked,” Jen sighed as she put the tools away and closed the coupe’s trunk.

“Gonna really have to make up for it now,” Fuzz added.

Jen groaned. “Oh God. Please tell me you’re not…”

“Pretending those Hooligan bastards are felons and I’m in pursuit? Hell yeah!” He grinned.

“That’s the last time I let you watch Hot Fuzz. Or Smokey and the Bandit. Or anything else. Ever.”

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 - “Food Fights, Racing Stripes, and Other Bad Things.”

“Okay, Jake, run the test again.” Marcus said. Jake prodded the keys of the ancient laptop, and the car set off a burst of rapid ticks from the new injectors. “Looks like they’re all working, so we’ll go start the engine, make sure this problem is gone.”

“Good, because we’re four hours behind. And if nothing else, I want to beat that teal turd, and they’re still behind us.” Cody said, looking over the car.

Trevor gave a wicked grin, then said, “We might be behind, but, traffic willing, we may be able to catch up. There’s a bit of a surprise under the back seat, a 50-shot that’ll last a hundred miles.”

“You put nitrous in this thing!?” Jake asked, looking shocked.

“Of course I did! What, you think the only thing I’m good for is getting parts and making pranks?”

“No, just, isn’t nitrous dangerous?”

Marcus shook his head, then said, “It’s not dangerous if you aren’t stupid with it. Knowing Trev’s set up more than my fair share of tuner cars, that’s 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 won’t 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 he’s done this before. Duration over Acceleration, after all.”

“So, what’s the point of a 50-horsepower boost over 100 miles? Wouldn’t it be better to have a 200 horsepower boost for a few miles?” Cody asked.

“First, I’ll answer the second one. This car would not survive a 200 horsepower nitrous shot, it’d 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 guy’s a hot-head. By having a 50 shot that’ll 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.” Marcus replied, grinning.

“Well, let’s get this party on the road, then. Because it’s obvious it’s not pissin’ fuel and stinkin’ right now, and I’d rather be flying down the highway at 120 than sitting in this fuckin’ parking lot.” 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: Car’s 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, let’s all shut up!

Marc: Including you? That’ll be a freaking Hanukkah miracle!

Blake: EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP!!! I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT!!!

(Silence ensues until flashing lights are glimpsed in the mirrors)

Marc: Oh no!

Zach: What the?

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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: Can’t you show him your badge or something?

Marc: Yeah, good idea. Show a badge from a completely different state! We’re in a different jurisdiction you idiot!

Officer: Your license and registration please.

Luigi: No problem officer… here’s the license. Blake has the registration.

Blake: It’s 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, we’ve 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: I’m 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 should’ve 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 we’re going to get some shuteye.

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Team Wagons West

8-10PM

Wookiee: Here, you potato! Left!
Beth: He’s 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, I’ll let you set up the tents.
Bill and Wookiee start to protest, Toni responds;
“It’s either that or you cook… together”.

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: “G’night, John-boy.”

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.
Wookiee’s dream involved flying a YT-1300… oddly enough.
It’s probably better if I don’t tell you what Toni was imagining.

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Ahem…

dangertomanifold

:smiley:

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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 didn’t 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 “Well shit, its an open carry state”, and “I wouldn’t be able to make a living if I didn’t keep a gun with me on the ranch”

Edit: Looked it up, Wyoming residents can open carry or carry concealed, non residents can only open carry. For those who don’t know open carry means it has to be plainly visible.

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Team Redneck Day 2 0800-1000

Jake takes the wheel after fueling the truck and the two wave to the waitress and residents who were in the cafe that came out to wish them good luck.

Jake and Otis start singing “On the road again, I just can’t wait to get on the road again”

After a short version of the song Jake says, “So where are we getting gas next?”

Otis, “Soda Springs, after that their should be less distance between gas stations.”

The drive down the road is uneventful, and boring with only a few country stations available on the radio they begin listening to CD’s instead.

At about 9:30 Otis’s phone rings.

Otis, “Hello”

Waitress, “Hey sweetie, we had three of your buddies come through, though one apparently broke down shortly after leaving here and were making repairs.”

Otis, “Thanks Love”

Jake, “Well?”

Otis, “Team Kim and Comrade broke down right after fueling up and are making repairs, Wagons West, and Cunning Stunts are about an hour to an hour and a half behind.”

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For those listed as “low fuel” for the 8a-10a timeframe, you will all be passing through here, VERY shortly.

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Mopey: Gran, I’ve just checked the latest on the race and we’re leading it!!!

Gran: Really George?

Mopey: No because we’re driving around in a slow piece of shit, visiting every fucking shithole place of interest there is and you’re driving like a fucking granny!!! Erm…

THWACK!!! THWACK!!! THWACK!!!

Mopey: OW! But it was fucking worth it!

THWACK!!!

Gran: We’re making a perfectly speedy progress so we’ll be having LESS of that language young man!

Spanners: ZZZZZZZzzzz…Huh? What’s happening? Why am I covered in food, dishes and tools?

Gran: Sorry David but it’s a little difficult to drive in a straight like and smack this young rascal for uttering the sort of obscenities you only find in a low-brow tavern frequented by ruffians!

Spanners: OK then…I’m going back to kip.

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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, 10AM - NOON

Weather Conditions: 82-87 degrees (depending on location), high clouds

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: South Pass, Fort Hall, 3 Island Crossing State Park.

VicVictory:
TBDC: 137 mi OD: 774 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +1 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Laramie

@BobLoblaw
TBDC: 97 mi OD: 1259 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Team has refueled in Fort Hall, ID. Waypoint Completed: Fort Hall. Team has set up for a rest.

@Madrias
TBDC: 134 mi OD: 809 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +1 Notes: None.

@Mr.Computah

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TBDC: 33 mi OD: 898 mi MRL: -3 FTG: +2 Notes: Team refuels in Jeffrey City, WY at about 1025am. CRITICAL FAILURE: The timing belt (or chain, whatever) snaps upon restart after refueling. No replacement part is available in this tiny town, and it will take too long to procure a replacement from elsewhere. Final morale: +5 (Medium)

@Jaimz
TBDC: 122 mi OD: 886 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +1 Notes: Fuel low. Team will stop shortly in Jeffrey City for fuel.

@Fayeding_Spray
TBDC: 114 mi OD: 985 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Team stops in Jeffrey City to refuel at about 1020am. Waypoint completed: South Pass.

@Zabhawkin
TBDC: 108 mi OD: 1130 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +1 Notes: Team refuels in Montpelier, ID.

@conan
TBDC: 63 mi OD: 965 mi MRL: -1 FTG: +5 Notes: Wheel bearing repair completed just after 11 am.

@findRED19

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TBDC: 90 mi OD: 972 mi MRL: -5 FTG: +2 Notes: Team refuels in Jeffrey City at about 1015am. On approach to South Pass, the patch job done to convert the AWD to FWD fails. The rear output shaft slips out of the transmission, dumping all of the fluid. It was not noticed in time, and the transmission grinds itself to death. Final morale: -6 (disappointing)

@Mythrin
TBDC: 107 mi OD: 905 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +2 Notes: Team refuels in Jeffrey City at about 1140am. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH.

@JohnWaldock
TBDC: 112 mi OD: 1001 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +4 Notes: Team refuels in Jeffrey City at about 1005am. Waypoint completed: South Pass. The clutch is not doing well in the mountainous terrain, slowing the team down somewhat.

@bastormonger
TBDC: 117 mi OD: 754 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +0 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Laramie.

@DoctorNarfy
TBDC: 111 mi OD: 984 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +1 Notes: Team refuels in Jeffrey City at about 1010am. Waypoint completed: South Pass.

@DeusExMackia
TBDC: 106 mi OD: 929 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Team refuels in Jeffrey City at about 1015am. Car’s intermittent misfire is back. Waypoint completed: South Pass. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH.

@Dorifto_Dorito
TBDC: 125 mi OD: 1054 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +3 Notes: Waypoint completed: South Pass. Team refueled in Montpelier, ID.

@stm316
TBDC: 127 mi OD: 1041 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Waypoint completed: South Pass. Team refueled in Montpelier, ID. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH.

The following vehicles are in packs:

Team Teal Terror

(no RP this time around, but they are relieved to not be dead last, as they blast past the Kageshima.)

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Team Spanish Fiesta: final episode.

Ana closed the fuel tank lid. “Good thing we’ve been able to find 95 so far, huh? Wouldn’t want this thing knocking due to the 91 octane fuel they use here.” She said.

“We have no time to lose. Let’s get going” - Replied Alejandro. Ana and Alejandro started the engine up, only to, as soon as Ana clutched out in first gear, hear a snapping sound from the engine.

“I hope that’s not what I think it is.” - Said Alejandro. Ana turned the engine off, and both brothers lifted the bonnet. Alejandro took his tools out, taking the front cover of the engine as quickly as he could. Upon removing it…what he saw made him start getting anxious. He started looking everywhere, looking for a car shop somewhere, but failing in doing so. He sat in the passenger seat again.

“The timing belt snapped. We’re out of the race, Ana.” - Said Alejandro, notably sad. His sister sighed, sitting on the driver seat.

“It’s okay. You had almost no time to prepare the car for the race, and considering it’s pretty much a beater, I’m surprised we made it this far.” - She replied. “Look, let’s try to book the tickets to go back home. And the shipping papers in order to bring this little thing with us.”

“Are we taking it home? What for?” - Alejandro replied, looking at his sister.

“I might have plans for it, if you’re interested.” - She concluded.

Team Spanish Fiesta: THE END.

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Highway Hooligans

Day 2, 8-10a - “The Not-So-Quick-Fix”

The obnoxious green Dynamite hurtled down the highway, engine screaming as Marcus kept his foot to the floor. The gauge in the A-pillar steadily counted down the pressure in the bottles as the nitrous oxide hissed its way into the engine.

DING! “Your Engine Oil Pressure is High.”

Despite Ivan’s warning, Marcus kept on it, redlining 5th before making a sharp gear change to 6th, going for their top speed.

DING! “Turbocharger Overboost Detected. Engine Damage may Occur.”

“Shut up, Ivan.” Marcus said, the car roaring down the hard shoulder, mile markers whipping past the passenger side mirror as they steadily picked up speed. Jake had his laptop open, the fans audible over the roaring engine as he watched the engine’s diagnostics, keeping an eye on temperatures, boost levels, fuel/air ratio, and pressures.

DING! “Your Coolant Temperature is High.”
DING! “Your Oil Pressure is High.”

“Shut up, you’re fine.” Jake said, looking at those two values. “High side of normal at best.”

“The floor’s getting really fuckin’ hot!” Cody yelled.

DING! “Catalytic Converter Temperature Limit Exceeded. Emissions Equipment Damage may Occur.”

“I know it’s fucking hot, Ivan! It’s burning my fucking feet.”

Trevor hit the window switch and dropped his window, then proceeded to throw the empty beer bottles out of the car, as well as the jar of piss. The air that rushed in smelled worse than the air in the car already.

“Cat’s burnin’ up. Can smell the sulfur.” Trevor said.

DING! “Catalyst Failure. Prompt Service is Required.”

“She can fart dirty for a while, that’s not a problem. We’ll keep on it until the bottles are empty.” Marcus said. “I’m more concerned about the engine’s guts.”

The highlight of that two-hour stretch was a truck pulling up alongside them, with the driver rolling his window down to yell over to them, “Hey, dudes, your exhaust is on fire!” It didn’t slow them down any, but instead inspired confidence as the boost-juice ran out. With a final pop and a wheeze, the nitrous line ran empty, and the engine shuddered as it got way-too-much-fuel for the air it had for a split second before Marcus disarmed the system.

The final 34 miles were spent cruising at high RPM, albeit with the punctuated note of DING! “Catalyst Failure. Prompt Service is Required.” Every few minutes…

Aftermath:

Morale: +2 (NC)
Fatigue: +5 (+1)
Waypoints: 5
Status: Out of nitrous. Catalytic converter severely overheated.

(OOC: Not quite the “Danger to Manifold” one would expect, but a crazy turbo engine with nitrous oxide is sure to do something. In this case, blow-torching the internals of the catalytic.)

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Team Redneck day 2 1000-1200

Otis naps against the door, a small pillow between his head and the B-pillar. His old hat is tilted way forwards to cover his eyes.

Jake continues driving and switches out the CD for another.

Back at Jeffrey City things are going pretty good with cars comming in every few minutes at first. Each of the teams are cheered on as they take off.

Nearing Montpelier Jake decides to get fuel,

Otis, “This isn’t Soda Springs, something wrong?”

Jake, “Just running the numbers and I felt we were going to be cutting it too close on range”

Otis, “Ok, better safe than sorry, Ill check over the truck, you get the lunch out”

After refueling, and checking the truck the two eat lunch a bit early while Jake continues driving.

Otis’s phone chimes with a text update

Otis, “Six more teams arived. The Spanish team is out, timing belt broke”

Jake, “I figured we would have come across that old cop car by now, I wonder how much longer they drove for?”

Otis, “I don’t know, we could have missed them for all we know, its best if we don’t worry about it and just do our thing.”

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TEAM OUTRIDERS


Marc: Turn that up, I love this song.

Luigi: Big surprise.

Marc: Yeah yeah, bite me!

Blake: Think any of those other guys will pass us?

Marc: We’re practically surrendering our lead by camping right now.

Blake: Better that than crashing into a ditch because we’re worn out. Besides, the car can use a rest.

Zach: Holy shit! I just realized that this car has been running straight for over 24 hours!

Blake: There’s life in the old girl yet.

Luigi: Beneath the battered and ruined exterior beats a heart of pure arthritis.

Marc: Hear hear!

(time passes)

Luigi: Hey Marc.

Marc: Yeah?

Luigi: You have any hairs in your nose?

Marc: Why?

Luigi: I’ve got some in my ass, I thought we could knit them together.

Marc: You know, my offer still stands. All expense paid flight to Italy, First Class.

Zach: That’s generous.

Blake: Wait for it…

Marc: Only stipulation, you can never return to the US.

Luigi: Hmph, I’ve been in this country too long.

Marc: That’s what we’ve all been trying to tell you for twenty god damn years!

Luigi: Looks like we’ve made it. Fort Hall. And we should fill up.

Blake: Here’s the card Zach, you take care of that. Hopefully we won’t run into what happened last time.

Marc: What are you talking about?

Blake: A gunman was robbing the station, Zach hosed him down with gas and I threatened him with a lighter.

Marc: Bull Shit!

Luigi: When was this supposed to have happened exactly?

Blake: Sometime around 3 in the morning I think.

Marc: You meant we slept through all that?

Blake: You guys were beat, I didn’t think we needed to wake you.

Marc: So you have an armed Police Chief sleeping in the back seat of a car and you don’t think to wake him when an armed robbery is taking place?

Zach: It was kind of a spur of the moment thing. Instinct kind of took over.

Marc: Whatever.

(The team gets gas, this time without incident. They then make their way to set up camp.)

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(Coming back to their tent plot from a hike up Scotts Bluff).

Kamil: Ah, what a nice way to start a day!

Jacek: Yeah, certainly better than that of those to in that turquoise dirt missile.

Kinga: True, if they’re still busy fixing that thing, then maybe we should offer lending them a hand?

Kamil: Sure, so we can embarrass ourselves by showing off our tech-incompetence… but yeah, I guess you’re right, sis, would be the civilized thing to do.

Jacek: Look over there, would-be helping hands!

(From a distance, they watch the Teal Terror head out on the road and blast away)

Kinga: Well, looks like our good intentions alone were enough to help along…

Jacek: Right, Kinga… so, dead last?

Kamil: Yep - slow but steady, that’s Progress the JET way.

EDIT: MRL: +5(+1); FTG: +2(+0)

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Team ‘Southend Or Bust’

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“…Right, wait for it, I guarantee when the mileometer ticks over it’ll start again”. James was behind the wheel, with a gleeful smile on his face, and the other boys peering over his shoulder.

“Ready, here it goes”

Chug chug chug. The 2.2l inline 6’s smoothness died away and in came the unmistakable sound of a misfiring engine.

“Holy fuck” said Martin, sitting back in the passenger seat. “This is remarkable”

“Have you ever come across a missfire that happens every 4 miles for exactly 30 seconds at a time?” said Seb, laughing as he did.

“Nope, and before you ask, I don’t think we can fix it” said Martin, with a cheery ‘oh dear’ expression.

“Nancy’s a special girl, ain’t she” said Seb all of a sudden, in a mock posh British accent.

James looked in the rear view mirror, judging Seb. “You haven’t perfected you’re English accent yet” he said.

“Yeah it’s a bit shit to be honest” Martin chimed in, "and you’d probably get punched if you tried that in Oxford.

“Oxford? Why Oxford?” asked Seb.

“Well that’s where all the toffs live” said Martin, jokingly.

“I thought that was, er, where is it, Surrey?” said Seb.

“Oh yeah they live their too. They just go to university in Oxford” said Martin.

“We don’t have toffs in Spain” said Seb.

“Yes but then again you also don’t have any money” said James, and they both laughed.

Southend or Bust’s talent for geographical socio-economic generalisation knew know bounds.

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