Chapter 2: Olive trees…and police.
(The Google Maps route can be found here)
Outskirts of Casabermeja, 8th of October 1995. 5:20AM. 5576km to Athens.
As the Fatalita and the Chaucer drifted their way out of the secondary street, the group joined a main road again, but this time the road was narrower and twistier. Seems like they were approaching a bunch of hills, the road surrounded by crop fields, tractor drivers stopping their tasks and trying to figure out what the hell was going on and traffic slamming on their brakes, allowing the racers to avoid them.
As the racers approached the first hill, a rumbling sound joined them, nowhere to be seen, until a car approached the rest offroad, jumping a bump into the road and locating itself in first place. A blue Armada, which no one had previously seen, had just rejoined the race.
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But it would be a matter of seconds before the police sirens were audible again. The police interceptors, three Cavallera Moias, were trying to get to the group again, without too much success. The drivers dodged their attempts at PIT maneuvers whenever they got close, and they outran the cars in the longer straights.
“Dammit, we have to reduce our visibility or more cops will be on our ass soon!” - Thought the driver of the Chevallier, as they tried to overtake the Bushranger; they interchanged some drafts with each other, but the Bushranger ultimately remained in the higher position. “Sweet, if we make it out of this we’ll have some nice chase footage!” - Thought the driver of the black muscle car. “Make sure you film as much as possible.”
“STOP YOUR VEHICLES, NOW!” - Yelled one of the police officers. “WE’RE LOSING OUR PATIENCE!”.
The racers joined one of the main roads, which at first was fairly straight but it quickly got twistier and twistier. Higher hills and mountains were visible on the horizon, hiding the early morning light, projecting enormous shadows. With this sights came an onramp, followed by a road towards the mountains. At first, the racers ignored it, but as soon as some more police interceptors were visible further down the main road, they took the onramp towards the mountains. Some of the interceptors realized where the pack was going, managing to take the onramp just in time.
The road was notably narrower, and twistier. As the racers approached the mountain pass, they had to focus on keeping the car stable in a narrow, twisty and bumpy road with a pavement that had seen better days. Natasha, trying to imitate the police car, tried to use the PIT maneuver on one of them; this attempt was successful, making the police car spin out of the road, stuck without enough traction to get moving again.
The drivers approached the first set of hairpins. Some of them negotiated the turns by gripping them; others, by scandinavian flicking them or handbrake drifting them. A trail of smoke and tyres was soon created; the climb had just started, and the police cars were not going to give up easily.
The Dolphine and the Cannonero hit the apex of the third too soon, placing their wills on the inside ditch. This punctured their tyres, and a few metres further they had to stop in order to change the tyres. Xavier and Edgar grabbed their lug wrenches; as soon as they started unbolting their punctured tyres, one of the two remaining police interceptors stopped and two police officers ran towards the racers; Edgar was handcuffed, but Xavier, taking advantage of a moment where the other officer looked at Edgar, swung his wrench towards the officer’s head, knocking him out. Edgar then headbutted the other officer, and started looking for the key to unhandcuff himself. Xavier changed his wheel, getting into his car again once he was done and setting off.
Back in the group, the Interval and the 350 Turbo fought for their position; the American sports car, however, was winning the bout, having better grip after the turns thanks to its RR layout. The hairpins quickly turned into high speed turns as they approached the A-341 road; this mountain road felt like a rally stage.
The last police interceptor approached the Potatismos, and now desperate, started trying to get the muscle car off the road. Ken did his best to keep the car on the road, but he’d have to do something about it: he’d be pushed into a rocky ditch which would guarantee being out of the race. The police car got ready to push him again, but the Potatismos slammed on the breaks without a warning; the police car got out of the road and crashed into a rock.
The road became wider once again, and all of the racers floored it. The Bonham recovered the second position, claimed by the Fatalita previously, and the cars blazed their way through the last few turns. The road started going downhill instead of uphill, signaling that the mountain pass would end soon; and after a final U-turn and a not too long straight, they were able to rejoin the A-341 road.
And thus, the group set off towards the Mediterranean coast, on their way to France through Valencia and Catalonia.
To be continued.
Time spreadsheets: (now sorted!)