Team Mountain Pass
Thursday, Noon to 2PM.
GWDT, Thursday, 2 - 4PM
These events take place between two and four PM, Thursday afternoon…
Pierre
The run to Lincoln was an uneventful one. The Leeroy shrieked along, never missing a beat, with only my thoughts and laser-like focus on the horizon to keep me company. Thankfully nothing else had fallen off, or come loose, since the earlier incident but this meant there was nothing to break the monotony. I’d be more concerned about fatigue setting in but the Le-Mans car isn’t comfy enough to lull me to sleep. We have five point harnesses and fibreglass buckets, they’re well padded but they’re still really not suited to having normal sized dudes in them for a long period of time!
Turns out we won’t be making our waypoint today; we had to get fuel at Lincoln. Once we worked out where and how to insert the fuel nozzle we were golden but I swear it took us easily five minutes to get it done. Once we were topped off we pulled a pair of sevens and got the hell outa there… Just a few more miles and we’d be at our next waypoint!
Andrew
As wildcards go, this Leeroy is one hell of a call. On one hand you have lots of speed, excellent grip and we are, by far, the coolest car in the parking lot! But on the other hand, no radio, no aircon, no comfy seats and limited room to move due to the harnesses. Also there are fumes everywhere and race cars are just plain noisy. I find myself dreaming of the next time we stop so I can run around, stretch my legs, do the macarena, ANYTHING, but be stuck in this seat!!!
We have to stop for petrol at a town called Lincoln. When we arrive at the fuel station I take the opportunity to carefully tape over the harpy hole and then spend five minutes arguing with Pierre and the fuel attendant on how to operate the fuel tank flap. When Pierre gets the fuel flap open I go into the fuel station’s store, stand in front of the cameras and dance the macarana until we’re ready to go. Pierre yells out to me once he’s finished then I pay the now thoroughly confused fuel attendant, run over to the passenger side of the Leeroy then clamber into my seat. I’m barely strapped in when Pierre floors it, leaving two neat lines and a lot of tyre smoke behind… Wait! Do you hear that? Me neither. The she-devil in the wheel well has been silenced; hopefully forever!
TBDC: 114 miles
OD: 330 Miles
Morale: +0 (-5 total) We made up for lost time but still aren’t in the lead…
Fatigue: +6 (+10 Total) Being strapped into a road rocket for hours on end isn’t as fun as it first seemed this morning!