Go West Deathtrap Tour [FINISHED]

Day 1 - Kent Croissants

Previous Day


“Why did we have to start so early Aaron we were up late, I needed a lay in” repeated Damien for around the third time to the annoyance of Aaron who was driving.

“We had to get to the drivers meeting remember, and we didn’t exactly make the best impression only just arriving on time and Jordan snorting when the bloke said dysentery” replied Aaron.

A “sorry” was heard from Jordan who was slouched in the backseat cleaning his thick framed black glasses on his T-shirt. His hand was touching the roof of the car through the open window.

“Put some music on Damien something loud it’ll wake us up it’s like being in a morgue” Aaron said trying to bring some life to his two team mates

Damien flicked through his phone and turned on the radio and the album started pumping out of the little cars speakers. Damien turned up the volume rolled down his window and sent the music out of the car.

The little car drove onward music loud and its passengers gradually waking up.


Fatigue: +1
Morale: +1

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Oops, I’ve fixed it… No idea how I managed to make that error, lol! :cowboy_hat_face:

I’d suggest blaming it on too much of Kentucky’s finest

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TEAM OUTRIDERS

Day I

09:00 Drivers Meeting:

Luigi: How are you holding up?

Zach: Fine. Just feels like somewhat ripped my heart out with an auger.

Luigi: You’ll get over it.

Zach: That’s what they all say!

Luigi: You think you’re the only one who’s had his heart broken? To this day I still feel hurt over Isabella, and I haven’t seen her in twenty eight years!

Zach: Who’s Isabella?

Luigi: One of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever known. We had something together back in the old country. I asked her to come with me to the United States.

Zach: And she refused?

Luigi: Not only that, but I later learned she was sleeping around on me. That made moving easier I must admit. Came to the US leaving nothing behind but an estranged family.

Zach: And this is supposed to make me feel better?

Luigi: No, it’s not. Just a reminder that you aren’t alone when it comes to being miserable. And how you deal with it is up to you and you alone.

Zach: …

(Blake and Marc walk back from the Drivers Meeting)

Marc: Mr. Bitch!

Luigi: Monsignor Assholio!

Zach: So what is this stupid trip about?

Blake: Checking our shitty attitude.

Marc: We’re driving the path of the Oregon Trail.

Zach: Hmm…

Blake: No, we’re not going to do any wasteful hunting.

Luigi: I don’t understand.

Blake: Zach used to play “Oregon Trail” on the computer. Every hunting trip he’d shoot 2000-3000 pounds of food.

Zach: But the stupid party could only carry 200 pounds back to the wagon.

Marc: Did it not occur to them to make trips?

Zach: That’s what I said!

Luigi: So we’re going out on the trail?

Blake: We’re taking roads, but we’re also going to visit different landmarks along the way.

Luigi: First things first though.

10:00

Luigi: Radiator is filled with water, I checked, we won’t have far to go until we hit a parts store.

Blake: Let’s do it.

(The Enforcer takes off at a considerably less aggressive pace than the other cars, a few minutes later they arrive at the local NAPA parts store)

Employee: Can I help you?

Blake: I’m looking for a water pump for a 1995 Petoskey Stag Big Chief.

Employee: Just a minute.

(time passes)

Employee: God dammit! Am I the only one who’s working today? I’m the only one at the damn counter, so why is nobody putting away truck? I swear to God I should’ve been a murderer!

(Time passes as the employee looks through a pallet for the water pump that’s conveniently not on the shelf because nothing has been put away yet)

Employee: Sorry about that, here’s the pump. Is there anything else I can get you?

Blake: A thermostat for the same vehicle plus the gasket.

Luigi: That’s it all right.

(One moment later)

Employee: Here you go, will that be all?

Luigi: These two gallons of antifreeze as well.

Employee: Okay, let me register your warranty…

Employee: … Okay, will that be cash or card?

Blake: Card.

Employee: Okay, your total comes to $108.79

(card is swiped, transaction complete)

Employee: There you go, have a good day.

(outside)

Blake: Okay, we’ve got what we need. Marc, why don’t you and Zach take a walk or something, get some fresh air. Luigi and I will take care of this.

Zach: It’d be something if I still had a phone.

Blake: Well, look in the back seat, there’s a fantastic invention, it’s a bunch of papers bound together with little ink squaggles on them. That should be loads of fun.

(Marc and Zach go for a walk around the area while Blake and Luigi set to work replacing the water pump.)

Morale is reduced due to car troubles and the lack of progress.

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Team Redneck (DMA?)

Day 0

Otis is instructing Jake on the finer points of figuring out who is capable of what, as well as their cars capabilities as the Hooligans come roaring in.

Otis, “Them chances are they will push too hard and destroy their car one way or another.”

Later that night Jake opens an ice chest and begins grinning ear to ear. "You know that crap beer we got 6 months ago? Well it got packed on accident so I left it with some of the extra food, and now 2 of them are missing.

Day 1 5:00am

Otis and Jake get up light a fire and start making a large breakfast with steak, eggs, potatoes and vegetables. The two have to wait another 4 and a half hours before the announcement, so set about packing and checking over the truck to make sure all the fluids are filled.

Jake, “Jeesh why such a late start, we could have been on the road hours ago.”

After the drivers meeting Otis and Jake set out with Jake driving and Otis using his cell phone as a navigator.

An hour later many of the cars have all fallen into a line, with Jake and Otis drafting the Conte.

Jake chuckled as he drifted back and forth, “Hey dad, watch this” as he drifted to the right, the Conte moving to block.

Otis, “Try drifting left then when they start to move to block pull back right” Jake did so and the Conte swerved back and forth wildly. They continued laughing as they would occasionally change lanes just to see their competitors veer back and forth.

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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.

Thursday, 12PM - 2PM

Weather Conditions: 90 degrees, sunny, humid

Most vehicles are on I-80 West.

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

Next Waypoint: Fort Kearny State Historical Site

VicVictory:
TBDC: 122 mi OD: 243 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +3 Notes: None

@BobLoblaw
TBDC: 63 mi OD: 63 mi MRL: -3 FTG: +2 Notes: Waypoint completed: Minor Park. Replacing a water pump on hot asphalt sucks.

@Madrias
TBDC: 120 mi OD: 243 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +2 Notes: Slowed down by traffic.

@Mr.Computah
TBDC: 119 mi OD: 137 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +3 Notes: None.

@TR8R
TBDC: 118 mi OD: 202 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +1 Notes: Nebraska is flAAAAAAAt

@HighOctaneLove
TBDC: 141 mi OD: 216 mi MRL: -1 FTG: +3 Notes: One of the fiberglass patches (and some of the original fiberglass) on the LR wheel flare has torn off. Much wind noise. On the other hand, this thing is FAAAST.

@Fayeding_Spray
TBDC: 114 mi OD: 227 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +2 Notes: None.

@Zabhawkin
TBDC: 124 mi OD: 242 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +2 Notes: None.

@conan
TBDC: 99 mi OD: 217 mi MRL: -2 FTG: +2 Notes: Delayed a short bit after the hood flew up against the windshield at freeway speeds.

@findRED19
TBDC: 112 mi OD: 225 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +1 Notes: Stopped for lunch and fuel in Lincoln, NE. As team arrived very close to 2pm, this will bleed into the next time block.

@Mythrin
TBDC: 122 mi OD: 235 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +2 Notes: None.

@JohnWaldock
TBDC: 119 mi OD: 229 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +3 Notes: None.

@bastormonger
TBDC: 101 mi OD: 214 mi MRL: -4 FTG: +3 Notes: At almost 2pm exactly, 11 miles east of Lincoln, the radiator blows a hole. Car was shut down before it overheated and cracked the head. Team can be towed to town and attempt repair.

@abg7
TBDC: 123 mi OD: 241 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +2 Notes: None

@DoctorNarfy
TBDC: 114 mi OD: 229 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +2 Notes: None

@DeusExMackia
TBDC: 112 mi OD: 227 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +2 Notes: Car has developed an intermittent misfire.

@Dorifto_Dorito
TBDC: 118 mi OD: 239 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +3 Notes: None.

@stm316
TBDC: 116 mi OD: 234 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +2 Notes: None.

@LordLetto
TBDC: 115 mi OD: 228 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +3 Notes: None.

The following vehicles are in packs:
Ardent, Dynamite - 243 mi
PRJ, Erin, Letto - 227 mi

Team Teal Terror

Fuzz glanced over at the Ardent’s instrument panel, but could only read the tach and coolant temp. “How we doing on gas?”

“A little less than half a tank left,” Jen replied. “Getting close to the milestone, too. Probably just a little past the Fort.”

“Good! Looking forward to it.” Fuzz’s stomach gurgled audibly.

“I hope for your sake that’s hunger and not gas,” Jen poked.

Fuzz nodded. “Just need a little snack. What have we got, anyway?” he asked as he turned and reached for a cloth bag stashed behind Jen’s seat. He set it in his lap and peered inside. She just smiled. “OH WHAT THE FUCK?”

Jen couldn’t contain herself, and burst out laughing.

“Seriously, Jen, the fuck is wrong with you?” he growled as he produced a jar of Vegemite from inside the bag.

“Brings back memories, doesn’t it?”

“I hate you.”

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Highway Hooligans

Day 1, Stage 1 (10-Noon)


“Get out of the fast lane, cock-nugget!” Jake yelled, tailgating the Storm Surge as close as he could, until the little hybrid dodged out of the way to avoid getting rammed off of the road. The E5’s truck engine snarled as the Hooligans floored it again, hurtling down the road, only to have to slow up again because of a semi passing another semi. Jake leaned on the horn, then cut across to the shoulder and gunned it, the turbo whining as they passed on the right. The semi finished the pass, but Marcus noticed another problem.

“That teal turd is in our rear view.”

“Are you fucking shitting me right now!? We are not getting passed by a base-model wanna-be sports-coupe-has-been.” Jake said. As team Teal Terror started to close in on them, mostly due to the intense traffic slowing up the Dynamite E5, however, the mood in the car turned from anger to insanity.

“You know, we might be able to hold them off…” Trevor said, grinning. Cody gave Trevor a high-five, then said, “Marcus, shall we?”

“Let’s do it.”

Jake looked over at Marcus and gave a light nod. “Hoist the colors.”

Marcus jabbed a button on the radio, and the power retracting radio antenna started raising up from the passenger side rear quarter panel. As it stretched into the sky, the Jolly Roger unfurled in the strong wind, the old skull-and-crossbones pirate flag waving in the vicious breeze.

“Man the Cannons.” Jake said, grinning. Trevor propped the pneumatic potato cannon against the driveshaft tunnel, aimed at the inside of the door as the Teal Terror closed in on them. Trevor yanked the door handle and the Dynamite’s rear sliding door rushed open.

“Fire!” Jake yelled, and Trevor did so. The plastic pipe cannon erupted in a burst of confetti, glitter, and streamers, sailing across the windshield of the Teal Terror, though didn’t actually hit the car.

DING! “Your Driver-side Rear Door is Open.”

“Thank ye, Ivan, for tellin’ us the cannon door is open.” Marcus said, before laughing as Trevor wrenched the door closed.

“Think it’ll have done anything to them?” Cody asked.

“Nah. Worst case scenario, they get glitter in the cabin air vents and a good scare.” Trevor said. “I aimed it well in front of their car so that it wouldn’t hit the windshield or the passenger window.”

“Well, looks like they’ve backed off a little, but they’re still shadowing us. I’d suggest reloading that thing.” Marcus said.

“Yeah, probably best to reload our little party cannon before someone else tries to pass.” Trevor said, agreeing.


Aftermath:

Morale: +1 (No Change)
Fatigue: +3 (+2 this leg)
Waypoints Passed: 1
Notes: “Party Cannoned” another team. Held back by traffic.


@VicVictory: Yeah, sorry about that. I’ve got my own list of random events the team’s doing whenever a major ‘event’ happens. Getting caught-up-to, passed, or passing someone else has a list of about 5 or 6 outcomes on it. This was the first one. Hope you don’t mind. Either way, it was phrased in such a way that the worst it did was prevent an outright pass, while demonstrating the sheer insanity of the Highway Hooligans.

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I think there’s a mistake: if the Conte has cleared 119 miles this leg, that’d mean it is at 237 miles overall.

Team “Wagons West”

Day -5
Sitting in a roadside diner… Wagons West are contemplating what they’ve done
Bill poured himself a cup of tea, Bushells, no less.
Bill: Aahhh, milk. None of this “creamer” shit! - /grabs a UHT
Toni: Nope. Smart enough to find one of those Aussie product stores… but they were out of Tim Tams.
Beth: Sally Forth. Really. I can’t that believe none of you noticed that her name is “Sally Forth”.
Bill: I’m happy she let us buy that piece of crap.
Toni: Now that I’ve had a look at it the mobile scrap heap, I’m beginning to doubt our odds of dying in a fireball. I’ve fixed the fuel leak near the firewall, and the exhaust… wherever you got it, Wookiee… seems to be holding.
Wookiee: You wanted tubes, I got them. It’s what I do.
Toni: Thanks. I guess.


Day 0
The team have found themselves a cheap motel for the night.
Bill: If we get up too early we’ll have to spend hours wandering around.
Wookiee: Moron. Driver’s meeting at 9. Breakfast is at 7. You will be up at 6.
Bill: I still don’t think it’s fair. I want to finish watching Sharknado 4.
Beth: Bed time, baby.
Bill: Was that “baby”, or “baby”?


Day 1
Driver’s Meeting:

Bill: All I need to know is who’s got first stint.
Beth: What’s the Oregon trail?
Toni: Some American rubbish. Wagons here, horses there, Indians over the hill. That type of stuff.
Wookiee: I’ll go first. I don’t think theres a mad need to blast away from the start. Save the pace for a little later, maybe.
Toni: As long as you don’t drive the way you drove last time, we’ll be fine.
Beth: He can’t be any worse behind the wheel than Bill’s mum.
Toni turns to Bill. : Told you!

(Meeting end)
The team are in the car waiting for their turn to move to the start line, Wookiee at the wheel.
Wookiee: Hey, Bill.
Bill: Whatever it is, I don’t want to hear it.
Wookiee: Okay then. Later it is.

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Previous [Day 1 Driver’s Meeting through Noon]

Team Rice Box

Day 1, Between Noon and 2pm

“Oh shit, there’s the Erin.” Charlotte called out, as they rounded a bend.
“Well heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeello.”
“The fuck was that, Ly?”
“Uh… Nothing.”
“Do… No, No, You can be… Oh wow. Just fucking… WOW.” Lyra was going a shade of crimson. Charlotte burst out laughing at the thought.
“Stay the fuck with them, then. We’ll follow them, if we can. Maybe you could score a date once we’re done” Charlotte winks to Lyra. Lyra sighs, still rather embarased.
“That… That’s on video, isn’t it?”
“You fucking bet it is.” Lyra turns the radio up, trying to ignore Charlotte’s teasing.


The Radio Track, at the end of this chapter


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Team Big Blue, Part 2

I-80 West, en route to Fort Kearny

The past few hundred miles have been uneventful for Team Big Blue so far. On these flat, straight stretches of road, it is clear that there are no corners or hazards to lose any sleep over, especially on a sunny day. As Paul settled into a nice rhythm and cruised down I-80, he had a brief think and asked:

“So, what in the universe are our rivals up to?”

Steve’s answer was, “Rumor has it that the Progress is not as indestructible as we suspected.”

Ash responded, “Why?”

To which Jez replied: “I’m guessing its radiator has ruptured, but that’s the least of our worries. That redneck in his humongous truck, and those hooligans in their bright green Dynamite, are one and two miles ahead of us respectively. However, if we keep driving like this, there’s a chance we could overtake both of those cars.”

Paul concluded: “This plan might just work, so we’ll stick to it. We don’t have to worry about the Enforcer or Bogliq for the moment because they’re way behind us, even though both of them are quite fast. Now, if you would just let me concentrate on my driving, then we’ll all be OK for now.”

And so Team Big Blue continued to head west on I-80, not far behind the two leading entries and maintaining a steady pace.

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Team Mountain Pass

Thursday, 10AM to Noon.
GWDT - Thursday, Noon to 2PM.

These events take place between Noon and 2PM, Thursday.

Pierre
After the run-in with the Kansas Highway Patrol, we made good time, scratch that, we made EXCELLENT time! My plan to use an old race car sees us travel across this fine country at a rapid rate of knots. The scenery is whipping by so fast it registers as a single colour, buildings a brushstroke of colour in an otherwise unbroken shade of green. the second hour sees us catch up and overtake a couple of competitors but the meat of the sandwich is still left untouched. We also haven’t quite reached Fort Kearny yet, with about 100 miles to go, so I have Andrew pre-prepare the camera so we can get in and out ASAP.

This Leeroy is crazy fast, crazy cramped and crazy fun to drive. Being a Le-mans car it is set up really well for long distance driving and the taller gearing means that we aren’t deafening ourselves due to RPM… Our only issue is that the body is in poor condition; a chunk of race-tape ripped off a half hour into this driving stint and now there’s a small hole which is wailing like a banshee!!! I seriously hope that’s the worst of it for this run as I want to win SO bad!

Andrew
Pierre is driving like a man possessed! We are driving so fast I fear for our lives a little bit. Leeroy Racing shares Bogliq’s lack of aero finesse which means the cars are fast in a straight line but tend to get really spooky the faster you go. This means that a bad bump could see us go airborne!!!

About half an hour in we hit a slight dip, my heart rises into my mouth and I hold my breath; please don’t flip, PLEASE don’t flip!!! Nothing happens then, with a muted screech, a lump of race tape rips off the LR wheel flare. This creates an unholy caphacony of wind noise right behind Pierre’s head which ensures that we have to play charades to conduct any meaningful communications. I’m going to slap some more tape over the hole when we stop at Fort Kearny to take the photo but we’ll be listening to the choir from hell for a while longer yet…

TBDC: 141 miles
OD: 216 Miles
Morale: -1 (-5 total) Watching your car disintegrate isn’t cool but going fast most definitely is!!!
Fatigue: +3 (+4 Total) OMG the noise! Can someone please stop the noise!!!

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Gran: Look dears, there are lots of people in the race that are sightseeing…all of these oriental ladies and gentlemen taking photographs.

Mopey: GRAAAN!!! THEY ARE FUCKING TOURISTS!!!

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

Gran: WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT YOUR LANGUAGE YOUNG MAN???

Spanners: sniggering in the corner

Gran: DAVID!!!

Spanners: looking sheepish Sorry Mrs E…

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Team ‘Southend Or Bust’

Original Post - Previous Post

Nebraska. Nancy and Southend Or Bust crossed the border. Cue many arguments over what music to play.

“Come on guys, we have to play You and I by Gaga” said Seb. “It’s all about Nebraska!”

“Seb I am not contributing to your love of euro-house and Lady Gaga” said James, stubbornly.

“Mate, Lady Gaga isn’t euro-house” he replied.

“Yeah, but you still like that genre” fired back James. Seb’s face crimpled up in confusion. James continued; “We are playing the whole of Nebraska by Bruce Springsteen, and that’s an end of it”.

“Oh come on guys” Seb retorted.

Martin butted straight in “She only says Nebraska in one line Seb, it’s hardly an anthem about this place is it!”.

“Yeah well it’s a lot better than that old Springsteen bullshit” - dead silence in the car. Seb had gone too far, and he knew it.

James turned to him, and took off his sunglasses. He never did that.
He stared him straight down, whilst his hands fiddled with his phone and opened Spotify. “You never insult The Boss” he said, quietly and sternly.

The album began playing. As if by absolute coincidence, the car started rumbling a bit at that moment.

“Martin” Seb said suddenly. “She’s down on power a bit”.

Misfire. Oh shit. This perfect, smooth engine was no longer such a smooth engine, was it, Martin thought. “Bugger” he said out loud.

Seb and James started laughing. “What a surprise!” James said. “How many times have you told us this engine is fine, eh?”

Martin sat back in his seat, blushing. Thankfully, it didn’t seem to be too much of a misfire, just the occasional one. At least for now, that was.

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Part 2

“Well that was scary.” Kim mused while looking at the bonnet that blew open while driving at 80mph on the I-80.
“I was expecting something bigger than this. What shall we do about this anyway?”
“We could either remove it, or we could figure out why it blew open.”
“What would be your opinion on the matter?”
“What would you Pinoy ass do?”
“What would you white ass do?”
“You sure it wasn’t just that we didn’t close it properly?”
“I closed it properly.”
“Well remove it then, leave it on that tree over there.” Kim pointed at the tree big enough to hold Bonchon’s bonnet.
“At least the windscreen didn’t break very badly eh? We can still see through it.”
“I gotta update the thread…” Kim brought out his smartphone to update the progress on the internet.

It took a while to remove the bonnet. But at least they’re now on the move again.

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I’ll double check when I get home. I may have typoed.

@Madrias - Oh, I’ll get you, my pretty! :smiley:

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Team Spanish Fiesta, part 2.

“I’m surprised the Bogliq guys haven’t caught up yet. We should grasp this opportunity and take a quick stop.” - Said Alejandro.

“We’ll stop later. What’s the next point of interest given?” - Ana replied.

“Fort Kearny State Historical Park.” - Said Alejandro, unfolding the map and taking a look at it.

“And how many miles until we reach it?” - Replied Ana.

During this short conversation, the T-25 overtook the yellow hatchback. Its driver and codriver were laughing their asses off at the duo. Ana punched the wheel a couple of times.

“Alejandro, I swear to God, if we’ve not overtaken them back by the end of the race…” - Said Ana, gritting her teeth at the black truck.

“Calm down. There’s still a long way to go. And besides, I bet they don’t get half the kilometres per litre we get.” - Replied Alejandro. “So are we doing that stop or not?”

“Yeah.” Replied Ana, sipping from her bottle of water. “As long as we keep a good pace, we should be good. Remember that for us to win one of the awards, we have to complete the race first.”

Alejandro then took his phone out, with an external battery, and placed both items inside the cupholder. Pressing on one of his YouTube playlists, the phone started playing the first song on the playlist, which was:

To be continued.


Fatigue: +2 (what a scorcher of a day…)
Morale: 0 (the truck might’ve overtaken us, but we can overtake them later).

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Day 1 12:00 to 14:00

The little yellow Conte didn’t block the last swerve, it looked like they were distracted so Jake sped up to pass them. Noticing this Otis rolled down his window grabbed his hat to keep it on as he leaned out the window and began barking at the driver.
Otis commented before returning to laughter “She looked pissed, I wouldn’t want to be her co-driver right now.”

Otis then reached through the back window into the cooler and pulled out a bag with several sandwiches in it, handed one to Jake and took one himself, “Time for a little lunch”.

After a couple of sandwiches Jake, “whats the next way-point, and do you want to stop?”

Otis, “Fort Kearney State Historical Park, and it would be a good place to stop switch drivers get fuel, and your mom will want a photograph of us. Might run into the gift shop and buy a book on the oregon trail too.”

Jake, “Buy a book? You can just look it up on your phone.”

Otis, “Oh yeah.” as he starts looking up information and starts reading “The Oregon Trail is a 2,170-mile (3,490 km) historic east–west, large-wheeled wagon route and emigrant trail in the United States that connected the Missouri River to valleys in Oregon. The eastern part of the Oregon Trail sp…”

Jake, “DAD! I didn’t mean read it to me”

Otis, “But its like old times.”

Jake, “But its not bedtime, and I’m not 5.”

As Otis is reading his phone, the hooligans let off their glitter bomb a mile ahead.

Jake, “What the heck?”

Otis, “Whats wrong with the truck?”

Jake, “Nothing, there was a big poof of something just up ahead next to those trucks”

As they approach the spot they see that the big poof was a glitter bomb, with sparkles spread all over the road by the big trucks.

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TEAM OUTRIDERS

12:00:

Luigi: Hand me that rag will you?

Blake: Here you go.

Luigi: (wipes sweat off his forehead) Thanks, this is unbearable.

Blake: Damn humidity. At least Zach and Marc are in the shade.

Luigi: Great, they’re resting in comfort while we’re sweating our asses off.

Blake: Let us rest and cool down while Marc drives.

Luigi: Yeah, there is that. God knows we’ve got a lot of catching up to do. And if anyone is able to huff it, it’s Marc.

Blake: True.

Luigi: If you tell him that I’ll cut your balls off!

Blake: Don’t worry, he’ll never know you said something nice behind his back.

Luigi: Okay, I’ve got the breaker bar held, get that belt on.

Blake: Right.

Luigi: Got it!

Blake: Get out from under there, go wash up. I’ll get the fan clutch on.

13:00:

Marc: We ready?

Blake: Fire her up.

(The starter cranks the motor until a low baritone roar emits from the big block)

Zach: It’s alive!

Blake: Looks like it’s dry in there, I think we’ve got it.

(The four men pile in the car and take off)

Luigi: Step on it will ya?

Marc: Not yet, I want to be sure there isn’t any problem. Besides, I figure you two would enjoy the air conditioning.

Blake: Yeah, that is nice!

Zach: We’re dead last though!

Luigi: But we’re not dead. Despite this setback, this engine is a beast. We’ll make up time.

Zach: I wish I shared your optimism.

Luigi: I think it’s a combination of heat exhaustion, dehydration, and enjoying this sudden A/C.

Blake: Let’s put some music on.

(The Enforcer is finally on the road. Morale is low due to the delayed start, but with the new water pump, there is no coolant leak. Marc is starting off at a steady pace to make sure all is okay. Then he plans to play catch up with the pack. At the moment no one is aware of anyone else’s status given how far behind they are.)

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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.

Thursday, 2PM - 4PM

Weather Conditions: 93 degrees, sunny, humid

All vehicles are on I-80 West.

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

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

VicVictory:
TBDC: 107 mi OD: 350 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +6 Notes: Waypoint Completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NE. Team is feeling slightly fatigued. Lack of A/C and extreme temperature is taking its toll.

@BobLoblaw
TBDC: 137 mi OD: 200 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +1 Notes: None

@Madrias
TBDC: 105 mi OD: 348 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +4 Notes: Waypoint Completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearny, NE. Incident has occurred (see Team Teal Terror RP)

@Mr.Computah
TBDC: 108 mi OD: 345 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +6 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearny, NE. Low comfort is wearing on the team. Team is feeling slightly fatigued.

@TR8R
TBDC: 112 mi OD: 314 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +2 Notes: None

@HighOctaneLove
TBDC: 114 mi OD: 330 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +6 Notes: Refueled in Lincoln, NE. Lack of comfort is starting to wear on the team. Team is feeling slightly fatigued.

@Fayeding_Spray
TBDC: 112 mi OD: 339 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +2 Notes: None.

@Zabhawkin
TBDC: 120 mi OD: 362 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Waypoint Completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NE.

@conan
TBDC: 128 mi OD: 345 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Waypoint Completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NE (this will bleed slighlty into the next time slot)

@findRED19
TBDC: 120 mi OD: 345 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Team arrived very close to 4pm and wanted to take extended break at waypoint. This will bleed into next time period.

@Mythrin
TBDC: 110 mi OD: 345 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +3 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled: Kearny, NE (pulling out of the station right at 4pm)

@JohnWaldock
TBDC: 111 mi OD: 340 mi MRL: -1 FTG: +4 Notes: Clutch is starting to slip a little worse. Speeds over 70 MPH are now impossible.

@bastormonger
TBDC: 11 mi (towed) OD: 225 mi MRL: -1 FTG: +3 Notes: Team was towed to Lincoln, NE, where they quickly procured and installed a new radiator, and refueled.

@abg7
TBDC: 112 mi OD: 353 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +4 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NE

@DoctorNarfy
TBDC: 116 mi OD: 345 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Waypoint Completed: Fort Kearny. At the pumps refueling at 4pm.

@DeusExMackia
TBDC: 114 mi OD: 341 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: None.

@Dorifto_Dorito
TBDC: 114 mi OD: 353 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +3 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NB.

@stm316
TBDC: 119 mi OD: 353 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +3 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. Refueled in Kearney, NB

@LordLetto
TBDC: 118 mi OD: 345 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +4 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Kearny. At the pumps refueling at 4pm.

The following vehicles are in packs:
Merciel, Erin, G&W - 353 mi
Conte, Bonchon, AEA, Ceder, Shromet, Letto - 345 mi

Team Teal Terror

“Have a good day, ma’am!” the cashier smiled and winked.

“Yeah, thanks.” Jen replied reflexively. She grabbed the 6-pack of Gatorade off the counter, and turned to walk out. Sunlight flashed off the bright teal coupe, drawing her attention. She was learning to both love and hate this car. She hated the smell, and loathed the lack of A/C that kept her sweating and chugging fluids constantly. But she was drawn to its simplicity and its fun factor. Yeah, it was slow as hell, having something like 85 horsepower, yet there was something more liberating about driving it than her Sentinel back home. Maybe it had something to do that it was her dream car when she was 7. That love was lost sometime in her teenage years when she found out how absolutely un-cool those 90’s Smokes were. But it seemed that spark had rekindled, intensified by the insanity of the run they were on.

Jen walked up to her door and opened it, then tossed the drinks in the cooler. That’s when she noticed that Fuzz wasn’t in or around the car.

She popped up, scanning her surroundings.

Oh God

“What are you doing?” she whispered loudly as she quickly crossed the distance between her car and the Hooligans’ Dynamite.

Fuzz wore an impish grin. “They’re gonna be so pissed. Wait, wait…” his fingers traced a quick pattern on the now thoroughly brown windshield. Her jaw dropped as she realized her brother had drawn a half dozen phalluses into the brown, foul smelling substance he had completely coated and smeared the Dymanite’s window with.

“Oh God,” she coughed as she inhaled the noxious fumes. Immediately she bolted for the Smoke, slamming the door behind her. Fuzz was in the other side, startling Jen as it crashed closed. Fuzz grabbed the seat belt to strap in, when his finger slipped, revealing a brownish stain where he had just touched. “Holy shit. Did you just… oh god, go wash your hands. That’s disgusting!”

A puzzled look twisted his face. “What? Oh! No, no! It’s not like that.” He licked the substance off his finger, and Jen had to hold back from retching. “It’s the Vegemite!”

“Oh I’m going to be sick…”

Fuzz’s neck craned around then snapped forward. “You gotta be sick on the way. Hurry up, let’s get out of here!”

She Smoke meekly squealed to life, and Jen dropped the hammer and unleashed all the remaining horses that hadn’t wandered off over the years.


OOC: @Madrias … you get to decide whether they correctly identify the windshield goo or not. Oh, and have fun. :smiley:

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