Team Bakewell Bălțata
Prelude Part 2
Kyle hung up the phone and hopped into his MK2 Erin Tauga Tourer and headed to the warehouse, after an uneventful and drizzly drive he was met by the face of Johnny bouncing up and down with exictement, the both walked around the back of the warehouse to the Jackdaw “Realm of Purgatory” where unfinished projects from all employees lay on paletes and axle stands from Vegas and Bohnams to some old purple sedan in a state of beyond repair, amongst them lay three new victims: the front half of a 1991 Ceder Aphia 3.7, known for being them most overly complicated Ceder ever made, a 1983 Ceder Router Van 2.1 Diesel which’s original colour appeared to be white but is now convered in so much moss and algae is might as well be green and a 1991 Pajura 3027i a Romanian built version of Ceder’s Cidari, which ended production in 1983, made to appalling quality and lived on well passed it’s due until 1993.
“What do you expect to do with this lot then?” asked Kyle to Johnny without much hope looking specifically at the Aphia which he remembers as being one of the worst cars he had to work on ever.
“Well I was thinking if we take the suspension from the Router cos that’s what they did for the Dakar and put it under the Pajura and bolt the engine from the Aphia into it and fabricate something to make it work.” said Johnny.
Kyle walked over to the Pajura opening the unfitting door and smelling the unmistakable aroma of dead cow and the strongest of b.o “Fuck me Johnny who on earth did you buy this from” gasped Kyle squeezing his eyes shut.
“Some cattle farmer from Romania it was really cheap” chirped Johnny.
“It’d better be” gasped his father covering his mouth with his sleeve and slamming the door with a rattle.
Father and son walked away and discussed how they well Kyle was going to make this work plus the plethora of rust repairs to prevent the Pajura snapping in half.
Prelude Part 3
Weeks of all night work had passed since then with the wall developing and strange imprint of Kyle’s head due to the multiple troubles of the “fucking piece of shit bastard” 3 Valve V8 from the Aphia. The independent rear suspension of the 3027i was now replaced with the solid axle coil of the Router (the front put up too much of a fightt and was left independent but still upgraded), the V8 slotted in surprisingly easy due to it’s basing on the Pajura’s own 2.7 Rodier V6, it’s exhausts now came out of the bonnet and over the roof paired to a stainless steel exhaust system, blessedly the airconditioning of the Aphia was able to be fudged into the Pajura who’s interior had been ripped out to remove the stench and replaced with some old seats from a Maesima.
The old Pajura now sat adorned in every kind of protection, winches, rally lights, snorkel, spare wheels, strengthening braces, toolbox etc and thanks to it’s straight through exhaust it is now quite possibly the loudest car in the history of the world hence the nickname of the Jackhammer.
Now the Team -
Johnny Carter - 20 years old, the youngest Carter child and is still salty about Mandy’s current trip to Sweden but is now off on his own adventure with a small possibility of death. Not much of a racer but the word asbo fits him quite well as his various escapades with his dads Tauga awarded him the title.
Charlie Lawson - 20 years old, Johnny’s closest friend since school not much for hurtling about but comes frequently for white knuckle rides in Johnny’s Erin Visto.
…and with his parents well wishes and his sisters jealous phone call they both set off to the Amazon with the Jackhammer in transit, both prepared physically but not mentally for the jungle crawl in a Romanian cattle shed.