Chapter 6: Keeping your cool.
Pyrenees, South France, 14:20PM. 8th of October 1995. 4462km to Athens.
The google maps route can be seen here.
“Looks like we’re having a serious snow flurry here, huh…” - Said one of the meteorologists, tightly grabbing her seat. The gray helicopter veered left and right, inspecting each and every of the peaks of the Pyrenees, following the roads.
“Indeed. Have you sent the data to the station?” - Replied the other meteorologist, coughing between words. “We should send a notice to the authorities so they can cut traffic through the secondary roads. There’s going to be many ice plates on the pavement.” - Concluded the man.
“Sure thing. The temperature has also dropped a few degrees below zero, so it shouldn’t take long for the humidity to become water and then freeze” - Replied the woman, as she took a look at the roads below them. “Hang on, what the heck was that again?”. - Said as she realized the group racing each other.
The driver of the Chaucer was looking at his rear view mirror. With the Armada chasing him once again, the lime green wagon was trying to be faster and faster each and every turn. Its driver was finding it increasingly difficult to keep the car under control as the wheels spun over the fresh ice; countersteering like he never had before, he started braking and heel toeing through the gears to take the next turn.
All of the drivers noticed a sign placed in the right side of the road: FRANCE.
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(Special rule! Freezingly cold: the road is icy and snowy, allowing cars with a drivability higher than 0.5 to reroll their failed drivability checks, as they will be easier to control in said weather.)
The narrow D618 was confining the racers, who kept pushing their cars despite the weather and narrowness of the road; sooner than they would want, the first village appeared. In order to avoid it, all of the racers took the left exit of the roundabout, heading for the mountains once again.
Quickly approaching the first few turns, the Dolphine veered left and right, pressuring the driver of the Fatalita. The pressure started building up in the mind of the driver of the latter, thinking the driver of the Dolphine could try anything in any moment. This pressure kept building up and up, until the driver of the italian car made a mistake: braking too late. Hugging the wall, affortunately not suffering any damage appart from a few scratches, he could recover; Xavier, however, had already taken the inside, overtaking them.
“Gotcha!” - Thought Xavier, as he looked the Fatalita on his rear view mirror. It was time to move on to the next car.
Meanwhile, the Kiito had recovered quite a few lost minutes. Drafting behind the T-25, with Jake barking at the drivers, the Biirch kept trying and trying to overtake Otis, without too much success.
“We’re not gonna overtake him at this rate, Teuvo!” - Said Jorma, looking at the massive truck in front of them. “I got this…I just need…” - Replied Teuvo.
Teuvo placed the car in the inside, braking very late; the car wouldn’t stop itself, but he took advantage of the mass of the truck to use it as a pivot. None suffered damage appart from the obvious paint scratches. Teuvo then floored it, effectively passing the truck, who was forced to either brake or lose control.
As the snow flurry gained strength, more and more cars started to want to spin out. The drivers of the F219+35 accidentally bumped the Cannonero, that spun out and crashed into a sign, with some of the snow entering the engine bay. The car wouldn’t start, forcing its driver to go out and revise it, not without cursing the pink hypercar first.
Another accident was caused by Theodora’s Interval. As she pursued the Conquista, she decided to slightly bump the rear, to make it break loose and spin out. And she managed to do so, and not only that: she managed to get the yellow coupé stuck in the snow, it’s driver punching the steering wheel as he tried to get the car out. The Comet GT-R couldn’t react in time, poorly avoiding the stuck car and spining out into snow as well. The driver of the XR-3 drifted around them, mocking both drivers as he left them behind.
The road became more and more technical as soon as the entered the N116. Going through La Cabanasse, hairpins started appearing again. The cars were getting more and more unstable due to the ice plates, and the Bushranger used this to approach the Chevallier. However, the sliding the Johnny and Elliot were fighting allowed them to block every attempt from the Bogliq to overtake them. But they shouldn’t lower their guard: the muscle car was still not giving up, following them closely.
The last overtake, during the last kilometres of the mountain pass, came from the Bandito minivan. With great control, the driver managed to go around the Erin, overtaking them.
With the last few hairpins being left behind, the driver knew they would soon rejoin the main roads; their next waypoint would the French Riviera.
To be continued.