Jezza approached the Cottam Elegance DA.
“Well, here she is, looks as crazy as it feels.” I beamed at the car.
“Haha, umm, did your bonnet fly off on the way here or something?” Jeremy joked, Aaron greeted the snide remark with a half-hearted giggle. The same reply anyone got when they joked at anything of his.
“Just get in and you’ll see some action.”
Jeremy clambered in and started the engine. His jaw dropped as his ears were filled with an eruption of mechanical madness. “What did you DO to this?!” He was mortified, but in a good way. The sound of the car only hinted at the kind of power this thing was pushing. He timidly rolled away from the gang of cars and drivers, and set off for his review.
“Now. This piece of witchcraft is a creation built by a small company called Cottam Auto Group, based in the Isle of Man - a place I know and love, and also a place notorious for it’s love of speed. And it definitely shows in this car.” Clarkson jabbed the accelerator and the turbo spooled and the car lurched forward at a rate clearly surpassing anything he’d driven before.
“OH MY GOD! MUMMY! How did my life come to this?! This thing is going to kill me! One hundred and seventy miles an hour… one ninety… two hundred… two TEN! I can’t do it, I’ve got to slow down.” Jeremy did so, breathlessly.
“Ha ha, oh dear. This thing is really something… I’m lucky not to have wet my pants there. Now they say that this beast can actually reach speeds in excess of two hundred and FORTY miles an hour. No. Not fourteen. FORTY. That’s Veyron territory! The idea for this car, and for this league in general, must have been a result of someone getting stoned off their head. Or dropped on their head.” Jeremy had to shout over the noise of the engine, just as if he was in a fully-fledged race car.
“I really don’t know why they called this the Elegance. I mean, it may have the body of a sophisticated luxury sedan, but the rest of it looks like it was designed by a five-year-old with no hands. And it’s uncomfortable, it’s noisy, it’s horribly impractical, and it weighs more than my house!”
“Essentially, this is a huge ‘luxury’ barge, with a large six-cylinder engine stuffed into it, with a massive turbo to boot. So this thing certainly doesn’t do subtle.” At just the right moment, Jeremy aptly swung the car full-force into the Hammerhead, and speared off in a flurry of tyre smoke.
There is a shot of the car shooting down the runway in a panoramic view.
“This car stands for one thing, and one thing only. Speed. It can’t stand for anything else. And that’s why we love it.
You’d have to be bonkers to drive this car. And if this car was sitting on your driveway, you’d be bonkers if you didn’t.”
And the footage fades to black in true TG review fashion.
[OOC] I actually spent over 2 hours writing a segment for this RP, and as I hit submit, Windows 8 did that thing where it said my connection was limited, and it didn’t submit. So this is actually just an attempt to rewrite the RP from memory, and I think I nailed most of the main things. Just very annoying .
As for the madness scale thing, I’d say right now I’m at a 2. I may still go on a mentalist journey at some point, or I wouldn’t mind turning a bit mad in a scene written by someone else, I’ll just roll with whatever happens in this mad rollercoaster of strange and amazing shit. But right now I’m just writing as if I’m just like I am in real life, as I’ve never done any RP before, or even wrote any proper story before.
Oh and one more thing, I’m loving the little fun facts and stats every now and then Strop!