[UE4] The Great Automation Run 2: Bolivian Affair, Chapter 5 and final results!

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Team Run N Gun

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The final moments of Team Shitbox
GAR2: Ep. 3

La Paz, Bolivia. 27th August 2018.

We received our next waypoint early in the morning so we set off, intent on avoiding La Paz peak hour traffic. After leaving La Paz without incident, we motored along the highway, heading towards Chile. The organisers warned us to avoid altitude sickness and take the supplied viagras so, since Ben and I were no longer spring chickens, we didn’t hesitate and took the required dosage immediately. After a number of hours of monotonous driving, punctuated by lonely little towns and villages, we saw our first casualty for the day… An unknown team driving a Paginza 622 had terminal suspension failure and was out of the race!

Ben was gesturing that we help them, even as I was turning off the highway, and we offered the team a lift to the Chilean border, where they could get transport home from there. Since they had no good alternative, the Paginza team accepted the ride and were unceremoniously bundled into the cargo area, along with their ID papers and personal belongings, and we pushed on to the Chilean border.

(OOC: @Der_Bayer, feel free to contradict this action if you want to RP things another way, I’ll just edit it out later on!)

After the border crossing, where we said goodbye to our itinerant passengers, we got stuck into the climb up the side of the volcano. Unlike many of the teams competing in the GAR, our 4WD had a turbocharged engine. This meant that we were able maintain our pace long after the other teams were gasping for air. This sort of driving was what our car was designed for and it was reflected in our sudden competitiveness compared to the last couple of days racing. As we were climbing the slope, about halfway, Ben spotted a green 4WD tumbling down the mountainside… Team Mud Masters, out of their comfort zone in the mountains, had lost control when their driver suffered a blackout and the subsequent, disastrous, roll down to the bottom of the mountain had put and end to their ability to continue on with the race!

We arrived at our basecamp at the top of the volcano where we were treated to the most beautiful sunset I’d ever seen… Ben and I just sat and watched for a good ten minutes before setting up camp for the night. It was a shame that six teams had fallen prior to the completion of day three and would never get to share in the beauty of this moment…

RIP
Team Paginza 622
Team Mud Masters

TO BE CONTINUED

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Team Dirt Warriors, Part 3

Again the Dirt Warriors made it to the end of the stage, despite having to deal with altitude sickness in the Chilean highlands. As Geoff and Stan sat down to have dinner at camp, the latter delivered some terrible news to his running mate, who immediately proceeded to look on the bright side of things:

“Two more teams have dropped out by now. One of them was in a Paginza; the other drove a GA700.”

“We don’t have to worry about them again, then…”

“…but worryingly, they outlasted the Shitbox Brothers, who crashed out in the stage before this one - and had their car blown up soon afterwards for good measure!”

“What a horrific way to go out - planting and detonating a car bomb on an already wrecked car with its crew still inside is a barbaric way to add insult to injury, even if the crew had been killed by the initial crash!”

“Maybe they were desparate to stop anyone else from examining the secrets of that car… But we’ll never know for sure.”

And so the Dirt Warriors went back to having their dinner, knowing that this race was as thrilling as it was brutal.

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Team Two Idiots

“Somethin’ is up with this engine…” says Scott, with his now partially broken arm

“The engine is not getting enough air, because of our higher altitude.”

“Shoulda installed V-Tec yo.” said Scott

“I can’t live anymore…” says John, completely mind blown at how dumb Scott is

A Few Hours Later

As they start getting altitude sickness, they get a message

“Viagra… let’s take it…” says Scott

“Whatever makes me feel better than this shit…”

They take the Viagra…

“I feel the same, and some extra pain down there…”

“Worst advice I had ever received, hurts so fucking bad…”

At the explosive volcano lava thingy

John sets up camp and receives notice of 2 casualties

“We lose people often don’t we?”

To Be Continued by two idiots

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Ah, you guys and Team Canon Fodder need to meet on the trail… then we can have the battle of four idiots!

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Aston's Orc Krew: Stage 3: It's like that Pierce Brosnan movie, only in reverse

Show intro musiiiiiiiiiic!

Jack: Hey hey hey, welcome! This is yo boy Jack Aston, live from a motherfraggin’ volcano! That’s right, Stage 3 of the 2nd Great Automation Run is in the books, and as usual we have all the ups and downs, but mostly ups, of this insane race.

Sadly, once again we have to report casualties. Team Mud Masters, comprised by Puerto Rico’s Jousseppe “Kadeem” San-German and Rick “Semir” Lopez, lost their lives during the Guallatiri climb when the GA700 fell down the road and rolled over several times. Rescue crews have found the car, but sadly it was too mangled to prevent another tragedy. Our thoughts and prayers are with the drivers’ families.

We almost had a second casualty; the drivers of the Paginza ended up with a broken suspension they couldn’t fix, and were lost nearly the Chilean border. Fortunately, the great dudes of Team Run ‘N’ Gun stopped their car, and offered them a lift to the border! Now this is sportsmanship, people. These guys have earned a round of beers on me, that much I can say…

Hugh (thinking to himself): Ben… That’s an unsual amount of kindness for someone running for his life. But that’s good. No one else needs to shed blood from circunstances outside of their control. This race has claimed enough lives as-is.

Jack: The key moments of this race were both before and during the volcano climb. The race’s dark horse, the infamous Modesty Machine, got lost in the city! Well, they were lost in the city’s traffic jams, to be exact. This cost’em a lot of time, as shown by their drop to 5th. Operation BIRD also had issues understanding the city layout, as they too lost time due to wrong turns at Albuquerque.

The freeway put new blood on the podium; the Mitrus, former 4th place, is now in 3rd, while the Pajura capitalized on the MM’s issues to grab 2nd place! The R3200 and the MM complete the top 5, on what has been one heated battle.

Another guy to look out for is Team Southend or Bust. These guys in their Hollywood tractor have moved up to 6th, even despite a botched run up the volcano!

As for yours truly, we’re stuck in 31st place. Not a fine run, but we have survived to tell this story. And as usual, you too can read it by following us on social media, or watch our ongoing series by subscribing now and getting a discount for the Last Stage Special Show! We will provide more info on that after stage 4, so keep those eyes and ears peeled.

Will we catch up to other guys? Will the lead change yet again before the final stage? Does Viagra really work to cure altitude sickness? It does but let me tell ya, you better find a dock for your anchor if you go there, if you catch my drift. Until then, keep following us for the suicidal, genocidal, daring… GREAT AUTOMATION RUN 2!!!

To Be Continued!

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GAR 2: Episode 4 - Sand And Hills And Rings Ahead.

The Andes, Chile. 28th August 2018.

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TEAM HILLBILLY ROLLERS
28th of August 2018

A little white hatchback, styled to pretend to be some sort of offroader, was wheezing by the not-so-disco-anymore compact SUV

JANNE: WHAT? THAT LITTLE CLOWN CAR PASSED US! ANDREAS, FLOOR IT!
ANDREAS: Well, it appears that a clown car at least is better than a Barbiemobile, I’m already flooring it…WHAT THE HECK, NOW HE IS SLOWING DOWN BECAUSE HE KNOW I CAN’T PASS HIM HERE, HE’S TEASING ME!
JANNE: LET’S RAM HIM!
ANDREAS: Yes I will tr…AHHHHH, CURVE AHEAD!
To avoid hitting the ditch Andreas was trying to brake, but too late, the car went off the road.and stopped abruptly.
JANNE: Ouch, you didn’t see that coming, is everyone OK?
ANDREAS: I just hit my upper lip on the steering wheel.
JANNE: Every tooth left in place?
ANDREAS: Of course, my huge pile of Grovsnus under the lip acted as an airbag!
Locking the differentials and quickly reversing up again from the ditch, the gang continued to chase the Keika…

JANNE: Where is that flextaped shitmobile hiding? Seems like we lost it!
MARIE: HAHA, it’s hiding over there at the side of the road! With the bonnet open! HAHA!

Passing the Keika with a roar from the turbo V6, the team laughed, pointed, mooned and honked the dixie horn…
TO BE CONTINUED
@BoostandEthanol

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Hm, I don’t know if I am too dumb, but I don’t know why I am out. :face_with_head_bandage:

Okay, I read that the Paginza’s suspension collapsed in stage 3. But how is that reflected in the spreadsheet? I see the Paginza on P10 in stage 3… Can anybody explain? :slight_smile:

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Goes back to when I had to fix the times after s3, basically before that the Paginza and Mud Masters had injury rolls above 104. When I changed it I said this

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Rental Wreckers

Previous Post - Stage 3 - “Everything’s Goin’ Up!”

“Wait, those are the guys who’ve been doing the whole updates for this race, right?” Cody asked, pointing at the back of the Nash Grand-Prize-Enabler in front of them. Jake nodded, then said, “Yep, that’s Aston’s Orc Krew. Looks like we’re going to pass them.”

“They said we were out in an earlier report. Sure, they corrected it, but can you show 'em just how in it we still are?” Cody asked, giving his trademark stupid grin. Jake grinned back, then yanked the stick into Sport, slid it over to the left, and promptly dropped a gear before belting the Travette’s turbocharged engine, the three-cylinder beast opening up with a muted, hissing roar, somewhat like the cross between a loud motorcycle and a turbocharged rattlesnake.

Instantly, the Travette responded, and as they passed, Jake honked the horn while Cody waved at Team AOK, the little rental scampering past the modified Nash.

Once they were suitably ahead, Jake popped it back into Drive and let the car figure out what gear it should be in for the rest of the journey, suitably pleased that they’d managed to pass someone.

(It’s all on you for your reaction to being passed by the shitbox, @Nicking_HC.)

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Welp… ( i know i am a bit late but, meh…)

Rest In Pepperonis HTA GA700 1978 - 2018.

#NeverForgetti.

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It’s awesome to see ABOPCO Racing moving up with every stage after the issue in the first stage. Moving up six spots since stage two, and breaking into the top 20 is definitely deemed an accomplishment in their eyes. There may not be a top ten finish, but moving into the final round a top 15 looks pretty promising. Unless I just jinxed myself. Only time will tell.

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Team Canon Fodder

“Dude, did you see the way we blasted past that Ranger there?” Devin grinned.

Ollie laughed heartily. “Yeah, dude! That was awesome!”

“I’m gonna keep pushing it.”

"Dude, make them eat dust!

2 hours later

“Man, I’ve got so much sand in my crack.”

Devin winced and shifted. He, too, had a buttcrack full of moist desert sand. Though the extreme exfoliation was worth it; somehow they were leading the pack.

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K I’m going to assume Ricky and Bobby died.

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Team Run N Gun

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GAR2: Ep. 4

The Andes, Chile. 28th August 2018.

There was electricity in the air, a tangible buzz, as we broke camp; The finish line was nearby! We needed the money badly but we needed to survive more, which was why, despite our best efforts, we fell back out of the ten fastest teams although we were able to put pressure on Team Lights and Sounds. Their little abomination of a Keika proved to be too fast to pass so we ducked and weaved in their wake, hoping to distract the driver or cause an unforced error on the Keika’s part. The excitement of our chase of the Keika meant that we didn’t witness the end of The Beastly CMV, apparently they lost control and tumbled down the other side of the volcano! We never found out if they were alive or dead so I’m hoping the somehow they were thrown clear of their car and survived with only minor cuts and bruises…

We pressed on, hard on the tail of the Keika the whole way, when we arrived at Azapa. In deference to the locals health and well being, we eased off the pace while passing through the town. This action unfortunately claimed the scalp of Team Bakewell Bălțata, who having been fatigued by the long arduous competition, mis-timed the clutch with the downshift and killed their gearbox! Not the most flamboyant manner in which to DNF but at least they’re alive, so it’s a win overall!

We made camp for the final time and Ben and I were feeling strangely nervous; there’d been no sign of the FSB the entire race and the GAR wan’t living up to the legacy of its '95 predecessor… I found it hard to sleep, even the smallest of noises startled me awake, just one more day and we’re free to live out our lives without fear of a FSB goon squad or rival smugglers, but I couldn’t help but worry. The organisers had something still hidden up their sleeve, something big, something BAD…

RIP
The Beastly CMV
Team Bakewell Bălțata

TO BE CONTINUED

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Aston's Orc Krew: Crusin' For a Wreckin'

Meanwhile, near Azapa…

Jack: Alright, only a few more miles to go. If the helo’s report is right, Operation BIRD got messed up by the Merkur. They didn’t crash out, but they lost a lot of time. We may actually beat the other wagon…

Jack (looking at rearview mirror): …I think you need to beat something else before that, Jack. We got company.

A silver Autozone Special cometh!

Sly (looking through the Nash’s rear windshield): The Travette!

Jack: Oh we are NOT doing this shit again. If they try to wreck us, I’ll sidestep and slam their ass off the road if I have to!

Hugh: Actually Rambo, they are actively going for an overtake. How about we answer their drive with our drive?

Jack: Sounds fine by me. I ain’t lettin’ Grandma’s cream pie carrier beat my car…

The Nash swerves left and right, trying to answer each of the Travette’s attempts at overtaking. The Travette tries to counter, but both teams are at a standoff. Suddendly, as the Nash is swerving right, the Travette backs off…

Jack: We’re losing them! Something is off with their ride. It’s a victory for the Aston. Looks like those three exhausts do fuck all for their driving skill.

Sly: Is their car having trouble?

Apparently not, Sly. As the Nash completes its swerve, the Travette rapidly perks up, picking up speed and reaching the Nash from the left side! As the sedan sounds like a Daihatsu Charade on crack and Michael Madsen’s voice, Cody waves in a salute-esque way to AOK. Jack, with the window down, responds with the tried-and-tested method of giving Cody an extended… birdy greeting, if you catch my slide.
Despite only giving away 2hp to Rental Wreckers, the Nash doesn’t have the luxury of turbocharging, and the Travette escapes…

Hugh: You’re a bonafied Pete Amon, kid.

Jack: Guess the guys can’t take an info mishap sitting. Dammit! Not only we’re failing to get closer to the Mimas, now we got taken by the freakin’ junker rental runnin’ an auto. This race is getting worse before it’s getting beter…

Sly: Well we did call their demise when the co-driver was just nursing injuries…

Jack: Because apparently all those damm comics you read don’t make you run a teleprompter right, dipshit!

Sly: Hey, the helo team was the one who misunderstood the race report, not me!

Hugh: Cut it out, you two. To be fair Jack, I was expecting you to slam the dash like a jackhammer. Did you go soft because those guys got into a machete fight?

Jack: Me, soft? The next stage might be soft, yeah. (grins)

Sly: Why do you say that, Jack?

Jack: There’s still one more stage to go. And we’re not running on even sand, but dunes. Big, bumpy dunes. We’ll see how far that AutoZone special can go with next to no ride height… Here’s hoping their machete can double as a shovel.

To Be Continued!

Well, @Madrias, here is the answer. Here’s hoping it was a suitable follow-up to the most unexpectedly epic battle in history!

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Team ‘Southend Or Bust’

Banarama Atacama - In the desert, you don’t remember your name

Seb was at the wheel, and really pushing the Estate Roamer to its limits. James had worked out how to get past the “bloody Commie bastards” (still using his fake gruff military accent), namely the AAU, whilst he was navigator on the previous stint, and they were now gaining serious time on them thanks to some short-cutting.

“See Martin, where’s the worry?” said James, sitting in the back and helping himself to some second breakfast. Naturally, being by far and away the most adept cook of the three, he’d managed to blag some local baked treats whilst back in La Paz.

“Mate you know what I’m like” Martin replied jokingly, sitting in the passenger’s seat. Of course though, while he sounded like he was joking, he was still worrying like no tomorrow.

“Ha” James replied, “even I’m surprised it’s got this far without much of a hitch”.

“It’s got us into a high end position” said Seb, fumbling his English once again.

“A what?” said Martin, confused.

“As in a good place. As in we’re in 5th at the moment I think?” said Seb.

“Oh I’m with you now” said Martin “Yeah, it’s doing wonders for us”.

Sure it was very, very far from comfortable, but out here on the rough and unforgiving landscape of the Atacama, the Estate Roamer was proving its worth, more as an off roader instead of a Chelsea Tractor, which was saying something.

If the boys wanted to win, however, they still had to close down the top three. But given how close together they were and how much time the Roamer was making up on each stage, they were determined to push it for everything they’d got.

“Right, time for desert music” James burst out all of a sudden, having been silently flicking through his iPhone for the last few minutes. Seb and Martin sighed.

“This playlist better be good okay, we’re not having another argument like we did with Springsteen and Lady GaGa like we did back on the Go West race” said Seb.

“Er, that’s The Boss to you” said James in his patronising tone. It was a common line from the Brit.

He tapped play, and the echoey metallic sounds of the The Cult’s A Flower In The Desert came across the last remnants of the Harmon Kardon sound system.

“Who is this?” questioned Seb.

“The Cult!” said James cheerily, quickly turning his voice to venomous satiricalness. “Martin ought to know”.

Martin turned around and stared back. “We’re not having this argument again, and certainly not here”.

Seb cracked up laughing. They’d made it almost 4 days together without the tetchy subject of James being jealous of Martin’s girlfriend coming up, but here at last the cards were on the table.

“Mate, this is ridiculous. Have you made this playlist just to spite me or something?” fired back Martin.

Seb continued laughing. He was pissing himself laughing because the gist argument had been going on ever since they all first went out on a night out together, where it was very evident that Seb was the best at pulling, causing Martin and James to spar over who was ‘second best’, something that, as was evident here, was yet to be resolved.

“Spite you? Hardly. I’m just making a point” James said, smarmily.

“About what?!” raged Martin, now properly twisting himself round the seat to face the other lad.

“About your stupid ‘ooh look at us we like indie music’ conversations you have with her” James said in a hugely sarcastic, childlike tone. “And all those stupid new band t-shirts you’ve started buying since you’ve been seeing her”

“Dude just because I love The 1975 does not mean we need to argue about what me and her talk about” - The 1975 point going back to another argument they’d had.

“Oh it’s love now, is it?” returned James. “God I didn’t realise you were such a sap, look what she’s done to you!”

“MATE” Martin shouted back, “we agreed that we were all gonna go out and wingman for you, I thought we settled this”. Seb continued to laugh his arse off.

“Why don’t you just admit the truth James” said Martin, returning the smarminess that often made James a right PITA.

“Excuse me?” James said back. Seb’s expression dropped, he couldn’t wait for the next line.

“Yeah, the truth” said Martin, bouying with confidence. “That you’re not really angry about me being in a relationship, you’re angry because she likes the same music as you secretly do”

“No, no, no” said James, shaking his head, though Martin kept talking over him,

“Because” said Martin, turning back to Seb briefly as the Spaniard negotiated some particular rough terrain, “mister ‘Ni**as in Paris is my jam’ is secretly a diehard fan of the The Xcerts, Blossoms AND Catfish” he said proudly.

“Mate, fuck off, no…” James tried to begin. The debacle was far from over, though given that Seb knew were he was going, at least he had plenty of entertainment for the journey.

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Team Dirt Warriors, Part 4

The westward run towards the coast turned out to be very enjoyable, even though the Dirt Warriors had fallen even further towards the tail of the field. But since they entered this race purely for fun, they never cared about their final placement in the slightest. By now, their only long-term priority was to reach the finish line of the fifth stage intact, what with the end of the GAR now imminent.

Getting to the finish line of the stage before that put them closer to that objective. That was when Geoff and Stan began discussing the fates of those who did not reach the latest waypoint…

“It seems the Beastly CMV is not here - it must have crashed out earlier and fallen off a cliff for good measure.”

“That might explain their absence, and the fact that it wasn’t as suited to rough terrain even after extensive modifications makes that theory much more plausible.”

“As for the Pajura… That car didn’t crash out, so I suspect its crew money shifted at the worst possible time and grenaded the engine.”

“So they went out with a whimper instead of a bang like all the other non-finishers.”

“I’ve heard enough tales of failed attempts to complete this off-road rally. Let’s just concentrate on our main priority - which is successfully finishing the race.”

And as the Dirt Warriors retreated to their tent to rest up, they could not help but wonder about the possible permutations of the final stage.

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Team Bakwell Bălțata

“I’m never ever taking that again” said Charlie thinking back to the long escapade with the little blue triangle.

“You effing said it” replied Johnny moving up and down with the suspension travel. “If Mikey back at the shop says anything about being high i’ll direct him to the Guallitiri Volcano”

“You mean his totally true chronicles of his weed infused exploits” followed Charlie.

“Yes exactly that, how I’m going to look forward to hearing those stories again when we get back” replied Johnny smirking.

“What do you mean, they’re a detailed retelling of a totally accurate series of events” poked Charlie.

“Oh yeah sure thing didn’t you here about that time he managed to evade a policeman in a motorway pursuit in a standard Conte Estrato?” said Johnny raising his eyebrows.

“No I must have missed that one” replied Charlie exaggerating a frown.

“You really missed out there mate” said Johnny holding in a wide grin.
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The Pajura soldiered on bouncing over mounds and dipping into potholes and eventually slowed down into Azapa then the unmistakable sound of 24 Valves bursting through the rocker covers and the nasty metallic sound of a gearbox being lunched the car skidded and came to a halt as a cloud of dust encircled the car.

Many frustrated kicks at the car and consoling followed but the conclusion was that the car was “fucked” in the words of Johnny. The two sat at the side of the road as the racers went buy some with understanding faces but the majority were happy to gain another place. The journey in the Romanian rattle box had come to a grinding halt.

Thanks Computah for a really superb challenge it really lived up to the Great Automation run name :laughing:.

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Operation BIRD

August 27th 2018; 5:56; morning

Again, sleep was minimal for the members of Operation BIRD, but having cought up on it well, there was little need for wasting time anyway. Not having set up camp made departure much quicker.
Connor remains to be the driver, but Redwood insisted on choosing the music this time. Soo… this started playing via a specially-made tape for the tape-deck of the Mimas.
As they take off, the Eurobeat blasting the more or less good speakers, Redwood is in a real good mood. Much better than Tonsom…

Tonsom: “What the fuck is that music?”
Redwood: “You never heard of Eurobeat?”
Tonsom: “Well… apparently not… You wanna explain or what?”
Redwood: “Eurobeat is basically THE new music since Initial D became popular again.”
Tonsom: [:thinking:] “Wait… wasn´t it that TV show where everyone was driving mountain passes while drifting every single corner?”
Redwood: “Exactly that!”
Tonsom: [:roll_eyes:]“Whatever… not a huge fan of it, but just let it run through to make the little kiddo happy…”

The Eurobeat running, Connor driving the next hours go by with few events of interest. At some point, a Merkur pops up in the rearview mirror, flashing their high-beams at the Mimas.

Redwood: “Wait… they flashed us. We have been challenged!”
Tonsom: [a bit nervous] “What do you mean by challenged?”

Redwood: “A street race! That is how it is done on Japan´s passes. If two racers meet, the car behind can challenge the car ahead to a street race by flashing them. Now we eeither accept it by flooring our car, or decline by moving out of the way.”

Tonsom: “Well… it is a race, after all… and to keep our cover, we shall accept it. I am not really good with racing, but we have stuff to do and the low-profile is gonna help, i think…”

Connor, having heard this conversation, downshifts the Mimas fron 4th to 3rd (unexpectedly even applying heel-and-toe) and floors the shit out of the car, now driving as fast as the car allows for it.

Redwood: [excited] “Woah! An acual street race! WOOOOOO!”
Tonsom: “Calm the fuck down, or you´ll get us killed!”

The race continues, the Mimas still in front somehow. Connor braked relatively early for an upcoming hairpin, which resulted in the Merkur bumping the Mimas, sending it way further into the turn than anticipated. The Mimas then understeers towards the outside, which Connor tries to correct by applying the handbrake, with less-than optimal luck. The car ends up at the side of the road facing the wrong way.

Where the accident happened

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Tonsom: “The fuck happened??”
Redwood: “They Shingo´d us off the road…”
Tonsom: “They did what off the road?”
Redwood: “They Shingo´d us. Shingo Shoji is a rival of Initial D´s main character, Takumi Fujiwara. Shingo is a very dirty driver, even ramming them to get the win. And since he does that every time, people call ramming someone off the road to Shingo somebody.”
Tonsom: “Well…”

Connor manages to get the car moving again, but great amounts of time were lost on the process…
The rest of Stage 4 remains of little excitement, except for the end being near.

to be continued

OOC:
@Private_Miros you decide if the bump was intentional or not. They´ll think they got Shingo´d either way.

OOC 2:
I thought of Redwood being a Eurobeat/ Initial D fanboy for extended amounts of time… just forgot to include said fanboy…

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