Go West Deathtrap Tour [FINISHED]

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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, 4pm - 6pm

Weather Conditions: 86-93 degrees (depending on location), clear

All vehicles are on I-86 West, I-15 North, US30 West, or US 187/189

Upcoming POI (optional, let me know if you want to stop at them for rest/sightseeing): Soda Springs, Hagerman Fossil Beds National Park, Old Fort Boise, Farewell Bend State Recreational Area.

Next Waypoint: Fort Hall, 3 Island Crossing State Park, Emigrant Springs State Heritage Area.

VicVictory:
TBDC: 113 mi OD: 1140 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +7 Notes: Team pulls in to Montpelier, ID at 5:45pm to refuel, and engages Team Highway Hooligans. Team is tired.

@BobLoblaw
TBDC: 61 mi OD: 1320 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +2 Notes: Team is feeling slightly tired.

@Madrias
TBDC: 104 mi OD: 1140 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +5 Notes: Team pulls in to Montpelier, ID to refuel at 5:40pm and is engaged by Team Teal Terror.

@Jaimz
TBDC: 103 mi OD: 1169 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +4 Notes: Team has refueled in Montpelier, ID.
TEAM MORALE IS HIGH.

@Fayeding_Spray
TBDC: 100 mi OD: 1323 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +7 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Hall. Team has refueled in Fort Hall, ID. Team is feeling slightly fatigued.

@Zabhawkin
TBDC: 109 mi OD: 1315 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +5 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Hall. Team is feeling slightly tired.

@conan
TBDC: 120 mi OD: 1358 mi MRL: -1 FTG: +7 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Hall. Team has refueled in Fort Hall, ID. TEAM IS EXHAUSTED.

@Mythrin
TBDC: 118 mi OD: 12238 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +6 Notes: None. Team is feeling slightly tired.

@JohnWaldock
TBDC: 96 mi OD: 1273 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +8 Notes: Progressive clutch failure: Speeds over 55 MPH are now impossible. Waypoint completed: Fort Hall. Team is feeling slightly tired.

@DoctorNarfy
TBDC: 122 mi OD: 1357 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +7 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Hall. Team is tired.

@DeusExMackia
TBDC: 119 mi OD: 1259 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +6 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Hall. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH. Team is feeling fatigued.

@Dorifto_Dorito
TBDC: 94 mi OD: 1406 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +5 Notes: Fuel low. Team is taking an hour rest at Hagerman Fossil Beds National Monument, which will bleed into the next time frame. TEAM IS EXHAUSTED.

@stm316
TBDC: 139 mi OD: 1377 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Fuel low. Waypoint completed: Fort Hall. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH.

The following vehicles are in packs:
Ardent, Dynamite

Team Teal Terror

(RP will be conducted by @Madrias this timeframe)

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Highway Hooligans

Day 2, 2-4p - “Armed and Dangerous”

5:40 PM

DING! “Your Fuel level is Low.”

“Shit, we’re runnin’ outta gas.” Cody said. Marcus nodded, then pulled into the nearby gas station, picking the pump closest to the exit. “Quickly, before they catch us!” Jake yelled.

“Hurry up, you thirsty bitch!” Marcus cursed, kicking the rear tire of the E5. Just then, team Teal Terror and their Terrible Teal Turd, the Ardent Smoke, hurtled into the gas station as well, pulling up to the pump right next to theirs.

Almost immediately, the chaos started. Jen of team Teal Terror opened the glovebox and removed a jar of Grey Poupon, removed the lid, and hurled the contents across the windshield of the Dynamite. Trevor went to open the door, only to get yelled at both by Marcus and IVAN.

“You fuckin’ idiot, the gas nozzle’s in there!”
DING! “Fuel Door is Open. Door Latch Engaged.”

He tossed the jar over to Jake, who threw open his sliding rear door, lunged over the liftback, popped the lid, and flung the spaghetti sauce across the Ardent Smoke’s windshield. “Take that!” he yelled, laughing like a madman.

This prompted Fuzz to stop paying attention to the gas nozzle long enough to clear the windshield, using the gas station squeegee to remove the offending mess.

Cody flicked the windshield wipers, clearing the worst off before getting out to do much the same, only for splatters of red to burst across the windshield as Fuzz flicked the squeegee and splattered their windshield with their own tomato sauce.

“Fucking hell!” Cody yelled, though it was Trevor who got the perfect chance. Spotting the door was open on the Ardent Smoke, he stuck the barrel of the glitter-loaded cannon out of the window, then fired it. With no one in the car, no one could get hurt, but there was now three pounds of loose glitter flying around, and about a pound of it in the interior, all over the dashboard and seats.

“Trevor! Really, in the fucking gas station?” Marcus said, though was trying not to laugh.

“Well, they wrecked our plan for a fast pit stop. And covered our windshield in slime again.” Trevor said.

“To be fair, both of our teams are pretty much dead-last right now.” Jake said. “We’re fighting each other quite a bit. Not that I’d trade that for first place, well, okay, fair enough, I would, but I wouldn’t trade it for second place. What I’m saying is, we’re having more fun through aggressive competition than the other teams could possibly have. Sure, some of them have run away from us quite a bit, but right now, who else is having a war in the gas station parking lot?”

“True to that.”

The Hooligans looked over at Fuzz, standing next to the Smoke, who had just confirmed the fun factor.

Meanwhile, Jen had gotten a bottle of cola from inside, then ran back over and hosed down the Dynamite and half of the Highway Hooligans. “Hey!” Jake yelled, “Watch the laptop!”

“That’s for the glitter inside our car.” she replied.

After a while, both teams came to at least a relative truce, as both teams were hungry. When Jen brought up Studebaker’s Pizza, and invited the Hooligans, they agreed.

“Sure, we could use some food, too.” Marcus said.

Aftermath:

Morale: +4 (+2)
Fatigue: +15 (+5)
Waypoints: 6
Status: Going for Pizza with Team Teal Terror.

(Hope I did well enough, @VicVictory.)

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Team Redneck Day 2 1600-1800

A quick swap of the crank position sensor did the trick, the engine fires right up.

Jake whoops as Otis exclaims in a Dr. Frankenstein way “It’s ALIIIIVE!” followed by an evil cackle.

Of course they still have to load all of their stuff back into the truck.

Otis, "Load the dead engine too, we might still need some of the good parts it has left.

They frantically load everything into the back including the hood and strap it all down and head down the road with Otis behind the wheel.

Jake, “I think we managed to only fall to mid pack, with approximately 12 hours of driving time left to go.”

Otis, “do you think we can make it to 6AM?”

Jake, “I don’t know but we can try, its about the only way we can win now.”

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Yup, that went just about how I envisioned it. ONWAAAAAARD! (to Pizza)

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That must be a typo - it should be 1238 miles. Anyway, this is quickly turning into a war of attrition…

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Team ‘Southend Or Bust’

Original Post - Previous Post

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Having fixed Nancy’s misfire, the boys were back on the road. They’d lost all sense of what position there were in, but that didn’t matter. The cruising was good, the car was running fine and the tunes weren’t half bad either.

Martin was behind the wheel. He’d decided to keep the dodgy distributor to show his mechanic workmates when he got back to the UK.

“I doubt the US will let you out of the country with that in your luggage” joked James, “looks like a suspect device!”.

“Nah, and they aren’t going to buy the explanation for it either are they” Martin chuckled back, “I’m taking it back home with me to see if it causes a misfire on a car every 4 miles you drive it”.

“To be honest Martin, you could just bore them to death to get them through” said Seb, glancing up from the map with a small smirk.

“Oi” Martin said back.

“I’m only joking Martin, but seriously if you needed to get through customs, all you’d need to do is start explaining how to replace the injectors on a 1994 Bonham Kasmir” replied Seb.

“Oh no doubt, they’re bastard engines to work with” chuckled Martin.

“Speaking of customs, remember that time we almost missed our lift back home after the Croatia trip?” said James.

“Oh shit yeah!” said Martin. “And all because someone was trying to bring 4 litres of 95 proof stuff in plastic bottles into the country”

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up guys” said Seb, trying to play it off. To be fair, it had been just 8 Euros for all of it, he couldn’t turn down a deal like that. “But I’m the only one who’d be willing to drink that”.

James and Martin shouted back in reaction. And for the next 3 miles, they discussed how well all of them could hold their drinks…

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Yeaaah… I had like 6 or 7 typos last night. Too much beer.

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Day 2 - Kent Croissants

Previous Part

2 - 6 PM

The car zipped down the road music playing, the lack of concentration caused Damien to not be looking at the road and drive over a giant pothole.

“Oh shit!” came from the mouths of all three of the boys as the Friala crashed down into the pothole and jolted out of it.

Damien pulled the car to the side of the road to look at the wheel, it had certainly bore the brunt of the impact cracking the metal of the wheel.

“Bloody typical” said Damien undoing the wheel nuts with strain as they hadn’t been changed for years.

Aaron stood with his head down on the roof of the car hands resting on top of his head and Jordan was leaning underneath the car attempting to remove the spare wheel via means of yanking it vigorously out of its holding.

The wheel was fitted with far more ease than it took removing the original unfortunately it was painted black which was a design disaster according to Jordan but the others were just glad to have a spare wheel on board.

All time-stamps added since 6AM:

Fatigue: +6 (-4 total)
Morale: -1 (7 total)

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Team Wagons West

10AM - 12PM

The Wallis stopped just at the edge of Wyoming for some happy snaps next to the border sign. Wookiee performed a cursory safety check, and Bill found fence post (trees were in short supply. It was Beth’s turn to drive, and she managed to kick up a few loose rocks. Nobody noticed when the last 20cm fell off the exhaust.
Bill: 3…2…1… Welcome to Idaho. On your left you will see a river, and if you look to your right, or “North” as I like to call it… bugger all.
Wookiee: You’d know all about that nothing wouldn’t you?
Bill: Shut up.
Toni had the radio tuned to some flashback station and was quite enjoying it…then this started playing. Of course, there was a full team sing-a-long.
After that, there was a short debate over what type of music they should listen to, until they reached Montpelier for a refuel.
Bill: I love these fuel prices. This place is… what… a little over half of what we pay back home.
Beth: America is the third largest oil producer in the world.
Wookiee: Get in the car.

Bill, having scored front passenger, jammed a new tape into the 8 track…
pink floyd

12PM - 2PM

They made it to Soda Springs at a perfect time for lunch, and had a walk through the local museum… not that Wookiee gave a fig, and Toni was itching to get back on the road. It was agreed that Toni would drive fro here until the end of the day, as she felt a need to try to make up some time

2PM - 4 PM
Toni: Did you three realise it’s been a whole 24 hours since we passed that little black Merciel?
Bill: You’ve been keeping track?
Wookiee: You haven’t?
Bill: Okay smart guy, where are we in the field?
Richard: That’s a complex question.
Bill: You don’t know.
Dick: Not last. I’m willing to bet we’re not in the bottom half.
Billl: You. Don’t. Know.
Rick: When we left the campground, there weren’t many there. They had to stop somewhere, so we must have passed some before noon.

OOC: been too busy playing FO4 to write anything good.

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TEAM OUTRIDERS

Blake: You two get the camp broken down, Luigi and I will fix dinner.

Marc: Right.

(Luigi is rummaging through the cooler)

Luigi: Hey Marc.

Marc: Yeah?

Luigi: How many packages of hot dogs did you buy?

Marc: Three.

Luigi: You sure it wasn’t two?

Marc: No, I’m damn certain I bought three packs. You’re just not looking hard enough… Son of a bitch!

Blake: What is it?

Marc: Someone stole the third pack of hotdogs out of our cooler.

Zach: Who would do that?

Marc: I’ve got a pretty good idea. I’m pretty sure it was that green car.

Blake: You mean that bright ass braille for the colorblind green?

Marc: Exactly. I’m thinking revenge is in order.

Blake: Are you serious? They could be hundreds of miles back!

Marc: I don’t intend to slow down or backtrack. But if our paths should cross, I intend to make sure they learn something out of this!


Luigi: I don’t know, it’s just a pack of hotdogs. Be better to simply let it go.

Marc: He tasks me; he heaps me; I see him in outrageous strength, with an inscrutable malice sinewing it. That inscrutable thing is chiefly what I hate; and be the green car agent, or be the green car principle, I will wreak that hate upon him. Speak to me not of blasphemy, I’d strike the sun if it insulted me!

Blake: Shit, he’s quoting Melville again.

Luigi: Who?

Zach: Who?

Blake: Oh for Gods sake! Read a book!

Marc: Anyway, let’s get back to work. I need to make a quick stop when we get underway. Blake, you take the wheel.

(The Enforcer is packed up, One turn of the key and a baritone roar later, the Enforcer springs to life. Upon Marc’s request, they team stops at a hardware store and Marc picks up a few items.)

Marc: Zach, you sit in the back with me, I’ve got a project for us.

Blake: Is that PVC pipe?

Luigi: And a 25 pound bag of potatoes.

Marc: You focus on driving. Zach and I will focus on fabrication.

(The team sets off)

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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, 6pm - 8pm

Weather Conditions: 83-89 degrees (depending on location), clear

All vehicles are on I-86 West, I-15 North, US30 West

Upcoming POI (optional, let me know if you want to stop at them for rest/sightseeing): Hagerman Fossil Beds National Park, Old Fort Boise, Farewell Bend State Recreational Area.

Next Waypoint: Fort Hall, 3 Island Crossing State Park, Emigrant Springs State Heritage Area.

VicVictory:
TBDC: 66 mi OD: 1206 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -1 Notes: Team stops for an hour at Studebakers Pizza (with Team Highway Hooligans).

@BobLoblaw
TBDC: 102 mi OD: 1422 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +1 Notes: Team has taken a 10 minute break at optional POI Hagerman Fossil Beds. Team is feeling slightly tired.

@Madrias
TBDC: 67 mi OD: 1207 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -1 Notes: Team spends 1 hour eating dinner at Studebakers Pizza with Team Team Terror.

@Jaimz
TBDC: 71 mi OD: 1255 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +2 Notes: Team has spent an hour at Soda Springs.
TEAM MORALE IS HIGH.

@Fayeding_Spray
TBDC: 109 mi OD: 1432 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +9 Notes: Waypoint completed: Three Island Crossing State Park. Team is feeling tired.

@Zabhawkin
TBDC: 121 mi OD: 1436 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +7 Notes: FUEL LOW. Waypoint completed: Three Island Crossing State Park. Team is feeling tired.

@conan
TBDC: 74 mi OD: 1432 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +9 Notes: Waypoint completed: Three Island Crossing State Park. Team has stopped for the night at Three Island Crossing State Park due to dangerous fatigue levels.

@Mythrin
TBDC: 120 mi OD: 1358 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +8 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Hall. Team is feeling tired.

@JohnWaldock
TBDC: 94 mi OD: 1367 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +10 Notes: Progressive clutch failure: Speeds over 55 MPH are now impossible. TEAM IS EXHAUSTED.

@DoctorNarfy
TBDC: 113 mi OD: 1470 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +9 Notes: Waypoint completed: Three Island Crossing State Park. Team has refueled in Mountain Home, ID. TEAM IS EXHAUSTED.

@DeusExMackia
TBDC: 123 mi OD: 1382 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +8 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Hall. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH. Team is feeling tired.

@Dorifto_Dorito
TBDC: 26 mi OD: 1432 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +3 Notes: Fuel low. Waypoint completed: Three Island Crossing State Park. Team has refueled in Bliss, ID. Team has stopped for the night at 3 Island crossing due to dangerous exhaustion.

@stm316
TBDC: 119 mi OD: 1496 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +5 Notes: Waypoint completed: Three Island Crossing State Park. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH. Team is feeling slightly fatigued. Team has refueled in Bliss, ID.

The following vehicles are in packs:

Team Formerly Known As Teal Terror

Jen and Fuzz walked back to their little coupe, with Fuzz bearing a box of greasy, crispy leftovers. Their meal had left them full, and with just the right amount of food coma to keep them in a state of contentment.

“Those are my kind of weirdos,” Fuzz said as he opened the passenger door and juggled the pizza on his way down to the seat.

“Of course they are. Dumb, reckless, ugly. It must be like looking in a mirror,” his sister teased.

“Whatever. You know you had a good time.”

Jen smiled and nodded. She turned the key to “Start” and immediately the climate controls blew a cloud of glitter that had settled in the vents directly in their faces. They both paused and considered the indignity of the situation.

“Alright,” Fuzz broke the silence. “Time for Team Glitterstorm to get back on the road.”

“Yep. Gotta make sure the Hooligans know they lost to a sparkly Ardent.”

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TEAM OUTRIDERS

Luigi: God, that shit stinks.

Marc: That’s why I suggested putting the windows down. Don’t let any get on your hands.

Zach: What is this stuff?

Marc: Basically it melts the two PVC segments and bonds them together.

Zach: Okay, looks like this one is done.

Marc: Same here. Check the ignition unit.

(Zach presses a button on his contraption and a spark ignites inside a chamber in the back of the unit.)

Marc: Sweet. click Mine’s good too. Let’s get the next ones made. We’ll probably only use three, but having a fourth would be a good idea in case we’re stopped.

Blake: You do know this is technically illegal right?

Marc: It’s all in good fun.

Luigi: What exactly are you making?

Marc: Potato guns.

Luigi: What?

Blake: It’s exactly what it sounds like. Load a potato, spray some hairspray in the back for ignition…

Marc: Hell no, I’m serious, I’ve got ether.

Blake: And watch it blow up in your hands.

Marc: Nah, I worked this design as a kid. It’s a solid setup.

Marc: What the fuck was that?

Zach: It’s behind us! Closing fast!

Blake: It’s that redneck team.

Marc: Oh yeah? I’ve got something for them. (Leans out the window pulling out a revolver)

POW POW POW POW

Marc: YEAH! TAKE THAT YOU SISTER BANGING SONS OF BITCHES!!!

POW POW (The truck passes and speeds off ahead)

Blake: Holy shit!

Zach: …

Luigi: What the hell is the matter with you?

Blake: Holy shit!

Luigi: Are you out of your mind?

Marc: Of course not. (opens chamber) Just blanks. Though they don’t know that.

Blake: You’re the god damn chief of police! I can’t believe you just did that!

Marc: I’m just a little flustered alright?

Blake: A little? You fired a gun at a competitor!

Marc: Just blanks, we established that.

Blake: Uh, shooting at someone, even just blanks is illegal, as are these potato guns.

Marc: Don’t worry, we’re not going to get in trouble.

Blake: You seem awfully sure of that.

Marc: I may have made a couple phone calls. Called in a favor or two.

Blake: WHAT?

Marc: So long as we don’t murder anyone or violate traffic laws, they’re mostly going to look the other way.

Luigi: That seems like an unfair trick.

Marc: Only in this state, I don’t know anyone in the next one.

Blake: Words fail me.

Marc: Think of it as a giant practical joke.

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Highway Hooligans

Day 2, 4-6p - “War of the Windshields”

“Now, now, now!” Marcus yelled, as they hurtled out of their parking space and raced across the parking lot, cutting diagonally across the lot as much as possible.

As they cut in front of Teal Terror, Jake and Trevor lit the fuses on the Roman Candles and the rockets, and the 25-shot-barrage brick they had stuck out of the sunroof. The fireworks burst forth, in a colossal display of noise and explosions, spraying fireworks all over the parking lot and halfway down the road as they tried to take the lead again.

DING! “Your Rear Doors are Open.”

“Got it, Ivan.” Marcus said, rolling his eyes. Cody held the boxes of pizza still as fireworks screamed all around them, before they blistered their way down the road.

“So, how’s team Sparklepower doing after that?” Marcus asked, as the doors slid closed.

“Looks like they got a faceful of glitter, and our booming barrage seems to have bought us about a mile.” Trevor said, giving a wicked laugh. “Now it’s just a matter of trying to hold them off.”

Aftermath:

Morale: +5 (+1)
Fatigue: +14 (-1)
Waypoints: 6
Status: Good pizza and not sitting in the paint-shaker makes for a happy team. Fireworks are fun, too.

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Team Redneck Day 2 1800-2000

Jake is reaching through the back window into the ice chest, pulling out fixings to make sandwiches with what is left of their food.

He uses a lid off of the smaller one as a table to do so.

Jake, “The usual? Ham, lettuce, Tomato, mayo and mustard?”

Otis, “Yes please, any BBQ chips left?”

Jake, “A bit”

Jake makes half a dozen sandwiches, his dad eats two he eats 4 (hes a growing teenager of course)

Otis eats his sandwiches and chips, and downs the last of the coffee, so Jake starts another pot.

Jake, “We have half a tub of coffee, and 8 bottles of water left, a quarter bag of sour cream and onion chips, half a bag of tortilla chips, a little bit of salsa, enough fixins for about 2 more sandwiches, Two eggs, half pound of bacon, and 2 sausage links”

Otis, “Don’t forget about those 4 crappy beers you drug along.”

Jake, “I was figuring I would open one and throw it into someones car that was giving us trouble.”

After eating Jake starts to nap against the door.

Otis, “Wake up, we are about to pass that old cop car”

Jake a little slow due to being asleep, “Huh, what, oh hey we are about to pass that old cop car, lets blare the air horn at them as we get close”

Redneck Express, “BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAA BRRRAAAAAAAAAAA BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

POP POP POP POP

Otis, “Holy shit!” as he mashes the gas

POP POP

Jake, “Their shooting at us!”

Otis is the first realize a short distance down the road, “Did you hear anything hitting the truck?”

Jake, “Thinks back, I don’t think so”

Otis, “Take a look at the side, they shouldn’t have missed us at that range”

Jake, “I don’t see any holes”

Otis, “Thought so, just blanks”

Jake, “I still have to change my drawrs”

Otis, “Mountain Home is just a few mile further, we need gas anyways.”

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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, 8pm - 10pm

Weather Conditions: 81-86 degrees (depending on location), clear

All vehicles are on I-84 West, I-86 West, I-15 North

Upcoming POI (optional, let me know if you want to stop at them for rest/sightseeing): Hagerman Fossil Beds National Park, Old Fort Boise, Farewell Bend State Recreational Area.

Next Waypoint: 3 Island Crossing State Park, Emigrant Springs State Heritage Area.

VicVictory:
TBDC: 53 mi OD: 1259 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +4 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Hall. Team has stopped for the night at the Shoshone-Bannock Hotel. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH.

@BobLoblaw
TBDC: 118 mi OD: 1540 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +4 Notes: Waypoint completed: Three Island Crossing State Park. Team has refueled in Mountain Home, ID. TEAM IS TIRED.

@Madrias
TBDC: 123 mi OD: 1330 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +6 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Hall. Team is starting to feel tired.

@Jaimz
TBDC: 69 mi OD: 1324 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +4 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Hall (1 hour stop). TEAM MORALE IS VERY HIGH. Team is starting to feel fatigued.

@Fayeding_Spray
TBDC: 75 mi OD: 1507 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +6 Notes: Team has refueled in Mountain Home, ID. Team has stopped for the night at the SpringHill Suites (Marriott) in Boise, ID due to dangerous fatigue levels.

@Zabhawkin
TBDC: See notes OD: 1466 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +5 Notes: Team has refueled in Mountain Home, ID. Overall Distance is along the planned route. Team has gone tangentally off-route and has set up at Beaver Creek Campground in the Boise National Forest. Their stats will be corrected on track when they arrive in Boise the following morning.

@conan
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1432 mi MRL: +2 FTG: -7 Notes: Team is asleep at Three Island Crossing SP.

@Mythrin
TBDC: 17 mi OD: 1375 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -2 Notes: Team has stopped for the night at La Quinta Inn in Twin Falls, ID.

@JohnWaldock
TBDC: 8 mi OD: 1375 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -3 Notes: Progressive clutch failure: Speeds over 55 MPH are now impossible. Team has stopped for the night at La Quinta Inn in Twin Falls, ID due to dangerous fatigue levels.

@DoctorNarfy
TBDC: 37 mi OD: 1507 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -2 Notes: Team has stopped for the night at the Red Lion Hotel in Boise, ID.

@DeusExMackia
TBDC: 80 mi OD: 1462 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +4 Notes: Waypoint completed: Three Island Crossing State Park. Team has refueled in Mountain Home, ID. Team has stopped for the night at the Best Western Foothills Inn in Mountain Home, ID, due to dangerous fatigue levels. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH.

@Dorifto_Dorito
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1432 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -7 Notes: Team is sleeping at 3 Island crossing SP.

@stm316
TBDC: 11 mi OD: 1507 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -4 Notes: Waypoint completed: Three Island Crossing State Park. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH. Team has stopped for the night at the SpringHill Suites (Marriott) in Boise, ID.

The following vehicles are in packs:

Team Glitterstorm

Jen tried to stifle a yawn, but failed quite miserably.

“I saw that,” Buzz noted.

“Yeah, and?”

“Sleepiness is we… eee… eakness,” he yawned himself.

Jen grinned wryly. “And what does that make you?”

He sighed. “A weak, weak man.” Two minutes passed in silence before he spoke again. “We’ve been cooped up in this thing almost all day. I hate to say it, but maybe we should call it a night.”

Jen had no desire to argue; she acknowledged that she probably wouldn’t last any longer.

“Quick stop at the waypoint, then find a hotel?” Buzz continued.

“Yeah. Let’s make it a good one, though. We’re on vacation.”

As if by providence, they passed a sign promoting the Shoshone-Bannock Casino and Resort Hotel.

“Done,” Buzz said. “I’ll get directions loaded in.”

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Highway Hooligans

Day 2, 6-8p - “Fireworks, Pizza and Glitter, Oh My!”

The engine screamed as the Hooligans raced down the roads, the four men cackling evilly as Trevor loaded a firework mortar tube. Jake reached under the seat and grabbed a jar of peanut butter and a diaper, and combined the two together. As they caught up with the FOA Vango (@Jaimz) of Team Harcourt-Entwhistle, just after Fort Hall, Marcus swerved around to overtake on the shoulder. Trevor lit the firework, which burst out of the tube and exploded above the van with a deafening boom, then Jake handed the “package” to him. Trevor yelled, “Special Delivery!” then threw the diaper onto the windshield, where it landed with a sickening, messy splat.

“Got 'em!” Cody yelled, cackling madly. “Let’s keep going, I’m only a little tired. We’ll do what the others did, make some night miles, I think.”

“Good plan.” Marcus said, gripping the steering wheel with renewed resolve.

Aftermath:

Morale: +6 (+1)
Fatigue: +20 (+6)
Waypoints: 6 (+1)
Status: Driving Hard. Laughing about “Dirtying Granny’s Windshield.”

(OOC: Yep, random roll. We pass you, we prank you!)

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TEAM OUTRIDERS


Luigi: That has to be the funniest god damn thing I’ve ever seen.

Zach: I didn’t think she was going to slap me.

Blake: After what you just said?

Zach: Marc told me to say it!

Marc: I was joking! I didn’t think you were actually going to say that.

(Recap: While getting fuel, Zach noticed the rather attractive cashier in the gas station. Following advice from Marc he went up to her and said “Hey baby, are you Irish? Because my dick’s a Dublin!” Needless to say, her response was not quite accommodating)

Marc: It’s getting late.

Blake: Yeah, I think we’re going to call it a night shortly.

Zach: How are we going to tackle tomorrow?

Blake: Marc is gonna take the wheel and we’re giving it Hell.

Luigi: We’ve made great time, but we are risking others passing us while we sleep.

Zach: That’s okay, this crazy fool can shoot at them.

Marc: Actually, no I can’t. Those were my last blanks. And I am not firing live rounds at them.

Blake: Alright, let’s start our search for somewhere to camp for the night.

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Team Wagons West
Friday 4PM - 6 PM
Beth was having a blast driving, but it was taking it’s toll. Having been behind the wheel since 10AM, she’d been in a poorly supportive seat for too long.
Beth: Time for a driver change soon. This car is not the most comfortable thing I’ve ever driven. Who wants the Captain’s Hat? (She actually had a Captain’s Hat… on her head)
Bill: Aunt Toni, you up for another drive?
Toni: It’s the best way to keep our momentum. You two drive like old ladies.
R-dog: If I recall correctly, I was the only one who didn’t break the grasshopper.
Bill: Don’t bring that up. This car is holding up just fine.
Toni: For now. I don’t trust the exh…
Bill: What?
Rich-meister: Ignore what she said. It’s what she didn’t say that counts, and she didn’t say we’re losing.
A more prominent knocking sound came from under the spare wheel carrier… sort of like an exhaust rattling around.
Bill (eyes Wookiee suspiciously, then turns back to Beth): We can stop at the Fort Hall check point.

Friday 6PM - 8 PM
Toni has once again taken prime position within the car, and is wearing Beth’s hat.
Toni: Hoist the decks! Swab the anchor! Raise the… flag thingie! Aaarrrrr! There’s an enemy a’fore us!
Wookiee: Aye, cap’n. We’ll run by their port side… and…
Bill: Tap their booty!
Much laughter was had as they passed the little Mercial for the 2nd time… maybe the other car didn’t notice them. It’s been a long day.

Bill had been relegated to the back seat with Beth. As they got closer to the town of Bliss -
Bill: Paul Jerome Appleton Wendell Tuttle. That’s 5 towns, sounds like a single person. Why would they do that?
Beth: Obviously they thought it wouldn’t sound a bit dumb. It’s kind of like how they’re big fans of calling places “Springfield”.
Insert sound of an exhaust hanger falling off

Toni dropped a patch as they left “Stinker” (yes… it’s real. Fuel station in Bliss. Look it up), which annoyed Bob, at his rock shop(?!) across the road. They made it back on to 26 West without incident, and Toni spent the next 20-ish minutes getting the car to Glenn’s Ferry and the check point on the bank of the Snake River, after crossing the… Snake River, for the 2nd time. Really? Who the hell planned this thing?!

8PM - 10PM
Upon returning to the car, the topic of food was brought up.
Toni: I don’t know about you three, but I’m really getting hungry. Haven’t eaten much since those flat sandwiches Bill found in the bottom of that backpack. I could really go some week old mince on stale buns with plastic cheese.
Bill: Maccas is it. Oh, sorry, Mickey D’s .
Beth: Internet says, wait for it… Boise has 7.
Toni: Not waiting. I’m captain, I call next port.
Beth: There’s one in Mountain Home. So, half an hour is the best I can offer you.
Toni: That’ll do Beth, That’ll do.
Toni pushed the loud pedal a little harder, knowing that some time would be lost, and a decision was made. A very important decision. It would be Bill’s shout.

  • plus X minutes -

The chips were cold, and ended up sprayed around the inside of the car, as Wookiee started a food fight with his. Bill and Beth had pickle races, and Toni showed the others how to drive with both hands full of take-away food. The team found a room for the night in the East side of town (well, North-East, but who’s going to care) and it included breakfast. That counted as a win.

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Granny: Hello dear? Is that the police? Jolly good, I’d like to report a most heinous crime of littering from a passing car. they appear to have thrown a dirty old nappy at my vehicle. It’s a large, monstrously green coloured saloon. Saloon dear, 4 doors and a boot. Oh you call them sedans over here. They also appear to have fired at us! Fired dear…something went bang…loudly! Where are we? Oh I don’t really know but we’ve just left a rather quaint place called Fort Hall…yes this is a mobile telephone, it belongs to my grandson, George. I’d hate it if anything had happened to him because of thes hooligans! Oh you know where we are? That’s absolutely astounding dear. Yes they are up the road from us…and driving very erratically and far too fast. My name? Certainly dear, it’s Mrs Harcourt-Entwhistle. Thank you ever so much dear for all of your help. I hope you have a nice day too dear…and I hope those scoundrels get stopped before the hurt someone! Bye bye dear.

Spanners: All cleaned up. It was just a prank Mrs E.

Granny: Don’t you go siding with those ruffians now David! They fired on us, littered and drove in a manner unbecoming of morally decent person. They could have caused an accident and my beloved grandson could have been injured!

Spanners: Sorry Mrs E.

Mopey: Does this mean I’m back in your wi…

THWACK!!!

Mopey: OW!!!

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How many concussions is poor Mopey gonna suffer by the end here?

Anyone want to start an office pool? :stuck_out_tongue:

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