Two days before the event start and things are looking up. Gen has been working around the clock getting things in order on the Menderson, all the brake lines, wiring, and tires were up to her standard, and the only thing that had her concerned was the radiator, and the possibility of overheating from the engine.
Otherwise, the spare engine, and hoist to do any emergency roadside repairs were in place and bungie corded down near the front of the cab, in line with the driver. on the opposite side was a the cargo net container with
their payload ballast to offset the weight of the spare Big Block.
The even had room to fit a couch in the back, it cost as much as the rest of the Truck when Malik got it off cragueslist, but it was his investment to the team. and next to it, on an end table welded to the floor of the truck by Tom was a Microwave!
After final preparations by Gen were complete, the team mounted up and started the V8 beast up and made their move north to Washington.
After a relatively uneventful drive north, The D-Team rolled into the rather nondescript parking lot, seeing the odd assortment of wheeled vehicles gave Gen a laugh, but the other two were oddly stoic and professional it seemed as they parked up next to a European looking semi, the team hopped out to find any race ‘officials’ to sign on with.
Gen seemed more interested in popping the hood on the Menderson and checking the. thankfully, full radiator for any leaks. “You know we didn’t have to try and pass that Demon on the highway, we haven’t even started the race and you’re already pushing the old girl too hard… Malik? are you-” Gen turned to find she was by herself as the two older gentlemen had started walking around the parking lot almost aimlessly either looking for Race officials or just looking at the other drivers choices of racing machines in Malik’s case.
Gen slammed the hood of the Menderson and climbed back in, knowing full well she’d be doing a lot of babysitting throughout the race.
Shortly after being released to their cars to start the journey.
Malik and Tom discovered the strange new package tossed rather unceremoniously into the driver seat of the Menderson, tom flipped open a knife and grabbed the package, just in time for Malik to yoink it out of tom’s hands.
Tom: “Hey! we didn’t agree to any extra packaged on this run! what if it’s a tracking beak or… or a bomb!?”
Malik: “Tom, Be real man! they wouldn’t be crazy enough to put bombs in all their contestants cars! at most it’s Pharmaceuticals…”
Tom’s expression morphed into one of confusion, he opened his mouth to reply just in time for Gen to poke her head out from the cargo door between the front seats.
Gen: “Forget about the package! Everyone else is moving out already, and i’ll be damned if I let that package win us last place!”
The two men glared at each-other a moment, looked back up to gen, then Malik tossed the package at Gen as he proceeded to climb up into the cab to take his postion at the helm. Tom rounded the front of the truck and entered as well, pulling a rather large folded up map of the U.S., a piece of string, and a protractor. Before Gen could get google maps open, the geezer had half the coordinates mapped out, and was starting to draw up a route.
The mechanic frowned, then threw her hands up in defeat, returning to the couch in the back of the truck as Malik pulled out of the Parking lot, following some of the other early leavers.
_The drive had been mostly quiet, aside from the nearly straight piped big block chugging and backfiring between nearly every gear change (of which there were many due to the stop and go traffic). So when the Trucks old CB crackled to life with the question, Malik’s face lit up at the chance to-
Before the African American driver could get his hand off the gear-stick Tom had grabbed the mic and spoke.
Tom C.: "D-Team to uhh… Golf-Lima, Whats better than mixing exhaust fumes with some quality Cuban Leaf?
Malik stared at Tom as the newly self-appointed radio operator chuffed away at a cigar the size Malik’s… Thumb.
Malik: “You really just said that didn’t you? You know most of those other guys are like… twenty right? they’re into vaping, and NOT getting lung cancer…”
Tom: Rolled his eyes as the Teams driver spouted nonsense. “What the hell difference does it make? And what’s ‘vaping’? that like the thing those middle eastern guys smoke from, looks like a big tower with hoses on it?”
NAOMI: Anyone who is still stuck in the jam, will you want some Skyrim later if we have a rest period on?
The men both looked around the cabin in a rather embarrassed fashion before Gen poked her head into the cab; grabbing the mic from the inattentive team leader.
Geneva: Yeah, this is Gen on the D-Team Truck, We got a couch in the back if you need seating. You guys have a rig in your car to play?
Both of the geezers were staring with intense concern at the young female mechanic as she accepted the offer.
Gen: looking between the two men; “What? it’s Skyrim, it’s a video game, whats the big deal?”
Both of the men seemed incredibly relieved to hear that their mechanic had agreed to gaming rather than… whatever they were thinking Skyrimming was.
“MAYDAY! MAYDAY! CHEMICAL ATTACK INSIDE THE GREASY LIGHTNING CAR!”
The members of The D-Team had a laugh as the drivers of the Keystone hot-miced the insuing chaos in the maroon terror.
Inside the Menderson