At a gas station very close to the starting point
“Look what I found, some guy nearby is selling an '85 Blazer with the 325 within the budget, c’mon Yurij we can still have a fighting chance of completing this competition”
[In thick russian accent] “Oh the 325 I-Head? Those had more peak torque than the V8 and at like 1500rpm, they’re brilliant!”
“See! You know it too the Jager is the worst car currently running in the western hemisphere!”
[In thick russian accent] “But its still running so I won’t change my mind. But remind me to pick the Blazer up after we win this”
Headbutting intensifies
[In thick russian accent] “Пизда”
A friendly fist to the face knocks Frank unconsious, shortly afterwards the buttersmooth 5 cylinder straight six roars into life, quickly falls into a stable idle at 350rpm and swiftly diesels away