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.
Saturday, Noon - 2pm
Weather Conditions: 68 degrees. Mostly sunny. Traffic on the highway is picking up; it's a lovely weekend day.
All vehicles are on US101 South.
Upcoming POI (optional, let me know if you want to stop at them for rest/sightseeing): Any POI you can find/message me about between Eureka, CA and San Francisco, CA.
Next Waypoint(s): Bullards Beach, OR, Humboldt Botanical Garden, Eureka, CA, Golden Gate Park, San Francisco, CA.
TBDC: 110 mi OD: 709 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +3 Notes: Waypoint completed: Bullards Beach. Refueled in Coos Bay, OR.
TBDC: 112 mi OD: 818 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +4 Notes: This team is now in California.
TBDC: 92 mi OD: 619 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Waypoint completed: Seal Rock. Brake repair is complete and issue is resolved.
TBDC: 57 mi OD: 768 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +0 Notes: Team has stopped for an hour for food and rest at Harris Beach State Park, a few minutes after noon.
TBDC: 109 mi OD: 675 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +4 Notes: Waypoint completed: Bullards Beach. Refueled in Coos Bay, OR. Car's terrible comfort is starting to wear on the team.
TBDC: 104 mi OD: 754 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +3 Notes: Team has refueled in Sixes, OR.
TBDC: 109 mi OD: 759 mi MRL: -1 FTG: +1 Notes: The car has developed an intermittent but significant misfire and a SES light.
TBDC: 91 mi OD: 718 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +3 Notes: Waypoint completed: Bullards Beach. Alternator repair is complete.
TBDC: 124 mi OD: 752 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Waypoint completed: Bullards Beach
TBDC: 92 mi OD: 776 mi MRL: -10 FTG: +3 Notes: Left front ball joint fails, leading to a crash. No injuries on the team, but the car is undrivable. Overall Morale at the end: -2 (Crashes are scary)
TBDC: 120 mi OD: 780 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +3 Notes: None.
@JohnWaldock / @Sillyducky
TBDC: 103 mi OD: 715 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +3 Notes: Waypoint completed: Bullards Beach. Refueled in Coos Bay, OR.
TBDC: 119 mi OD: 699 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +1 Notes: Waypoint completed: Bullards Beach. Team has refueled in Coos Bay, OR.
TBDC: 125 mi OD: 756 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Waypoint completed: Bullards Beach.
@koolkei / @FrankNSTein
TBDC: 114 mi OD: 834 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +3 Notes: Team is feeling fatigued. Team is now in California.
TBDC: 111 mi OD: 646 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Waypoint completed: Bullard Beach. Team has refueled in Coos Bay, OR.
@Nomade0013 / @ramthecowy
TBDC: 110 mi OD: 839 mi MRL:+0 FTG: +3 Notes: Team is now in California.
TBDC: 97 mi OD: 704 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +2 Notes: Waypoint completed: Bullards Beach. Team has refueled in Coos Bay, OR.
The following cars are within visual range or in a pack:
Team Greasy Lightning
(a few miles past Bullards Beach)
Jen sniffed at the air, trying to ensure herself that something terrible had indeed replaced the smell of ocean air. She was then aware that Fuzz was rustling around in the back seat.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Making a sandwich. I'm hungry," he replied.
"A sandwich? With what? We didn't bring any sandwich fixings."
Fuzz scoffed. "You went to college, I'm sure you had to make up food out of random stuff."
"Well what the hell do you have?"
"Sorta?" she was almost afraid to ask.
"Granola bars for the bread. A couple packets of jam I took from the hotel this morning. And this jar of peanut butter stuff that those Aussies gave us."
Peanut butter? She thought a moment too late.
Fuzz bit into his "sandwich". His eyes shot wide and his entire face puckered up. Yet he still chewed it, and forcefully swallowed it.
"Oh god, it tastes like vulcanized butthole!"
Both Jen and Rick looked back at him in astonishment.
"What?" Rick choked. "How do you..."
"No, don't ask," Jen interrupted. "For God's sake, don't ask."
Despite the obvious culinary pain he was suffering, Fuzz took another bite.
"Dear God, what's wrong with you? Stop it!" Rick snapped.
"But it's free food!"
Rick snatched the jar from Fuzz's possession. "Vegemite. Oh you poor idiot..."
Fuzz finished off the last bite.
"... I stand corrected. You masochistic idiot..."