And…DAAAANGEROUSLY close to the limits of copyright infringement, we present you the Freeway Star microvan! 
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But… Where’s the oil crisis??? 
There was supposed to be an Earth shattering oil crisis!!! 
@VicVictory Do I roleplay as if there was no crisis? Or has it happened and we need to focus on fuel efficiency over massive horsepower?
I’m going to have a guess that this competition assumes an early - mid year time frame, whereas the crisis was October of the year.
But that’s just my assumption
So, the oil crisis was in 1973? 
I thought it was in 1972!
In that case I’ll just have to roleplay as if nothing has changed, marketing wise, from the 1969 era…
Horsepower FTW confirmed!!!
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The oil crisis didn’t happen until October of 1973. The review comes out in August of each year, after several months of the cars being on the market.
As long as it’s not in the bumper, as turn signals can no longer be in the bumper.
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The origins of my job 
Also, I had a 1974 car ready 
Mach Residence, April 1972.
Mach is reunited with Brown and the rest of engineers, appart from a new face, now substituting Zacharias who decided to finally retire, at the workshop.
Mach II: “That’s why I think we need to axe the Type SC. It’s not profitable, and we’re unable to get the car completely right. We’re just getting called out again and again for it, and, if you don’t believe me, just check the 1969 issue of Motor World Review. They, and the customers, prefer the Thunder.”
Silence was broken as people started talking to each other, before one of the engineer raised their hand.
Engineer: “Will we not need a halo car? Relying exclusively on a small sports car seems like too much of a gamble.”
Mach II: “Good question. We’ll have to find a way to substitute it, somehow. We’re currently studying that, maybe we’ll have to initiate contacts with several different companies, we don’t know just yet.”
Mach turned his head from one end to the other of the crowd, making sure everyone was listening to him.
Mach II: “If you excuse me now, I promised my wife and daughter to spend the rest of the afternoon with them. Brown will get back to you as soon as we make a decision. I hope all of you have a great day.”
Williams left the workshop, Brown following him soon after. The engineers packed for the day and closed the workshop, not without rumours of the company reaching an all-time low flying between them.
To be continued.
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IP OF AMERICA HEADQUARTERS
JANUARY 1971
“Someone said that forward control vans would never become a thing in the US, huh?”
“Well, it’s not exactly that we have had any success with the Highway Star.”
“The Highway Star is a bit of an oddball for US customers. An almost-fullsize van with a relatively tiny little four cylinder. It’s not really the van that US customers want.”
“You’re so right, and do you know what the solution will be?”
“Yes, I think we need an even bigger van with a V8 to compete with the domestics.”
“You’re so wrong now though. How about a really small van with an even smaller four cylinder?”
“That will be a FLOP!”
“No. It will pave the way for the future. In some years people will get tired of getting large vans as family vehicles. They are great for hauling cargo but they doesn’t fit in most peoples garage, are beasts to drive and consumes gallons of fuel!”
“Sure. I can understand why some people are going for compact cars, but come on, a compact VAN? The whole idea behind a van is that it should be large and roomy…”
“Asia is full of small vans and they fulfill lots of important work there. They are enough most of the time.”
“This is not Asia.”
“But people are buying asian cars now. Like the ones we are selling! I promise you that in 10-15 years, there will be a boom for compact sized vans, every manufacturer will jump on that wagon, and then it’s great if we was there first.”
“That’s the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard. In 10-15 years people will forget that small vans ever existed. No, I don’t believe you.”
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Ardent Headquarters, Cincinnati OH
Friday, September 5, 1969
The air hung thick and damp, the later afternoon sun beating down on the Ohio river and everything around it. Men sweltered in their finest businesswear, but even as pearls of sweat beaded up on their skin, there was laughter. Storytelling of years and decades past filled the room in a jubilant cacophony.
Every department head in Ardent headquarters was present, along with many top designers and engineers representing both the old guard of Ardent and the new blood rising. At the center of it all, oddly at ease, was Clarence James. Flanked at the head of the table by CEO Charles Bergman and the VP of Human Resources, Clarence clutched a fine crystal old fashioned glass. His poison of choice was his favorite private reserve bourbon from across the river in Kentucky.
Bergman rose to his feet, folded his eyeglasses, placed them on the table and tapped his own drinking glass gently. The room fell silent.
“A toast, everyone,” he called out. “To Clarence. His dedication to Ardent spans more than thirty years. His years with Jack were marked by the rise of Ardent from the ashes of the Depression, to the global manufacturing entity we see today. For me, his counsel and advice over the past six years has been indispensable, and his engagement with all divisions within the company has been truly remarkable. But tell me, Clarence. Do the fish appreciate your guidance when you pluck them from the lake?”
Soft chuckles coursed through the crowd as Clarence, with humor, rolled his eyes.
“I hear you’re off to Spain next week. Remember, you’re there to see the sights. If I catch you pestering the factory managers out there about quota efficiency, we’re going to have words.”
The chuckles grew into peppered laughter.
Charles waited for the crowd to become silent again, his expression returning to solemnity. “You will be missed, Clarence. But you’ve more than earned your retirement, and it’s about time that you go and enjoy it.” He raised his glass, and a moment later was followed by all in attendance. “To Clarence!”
“To Clarence!” the crowd replied.
30 Minutes Later
Charles stood at the window in his office, gaping wide open in a vain attempt to circulate the stagnant air. His suit jacket hung neatly in the armoire in the corner. Sweat permeated his button-down dress shirt.
A soft knock at the door called his attention back to reality. “Come in,” he called.
Ray Salducci, Ardent’s new head of Powertrain, stepped through the portal.
“Ray, good. Thank you for coming.”
“What can I do for you, Mr. Bergman?”
Charles sighed heavily. “You’ve got a lot of work to do, starting Monday. I’m still working out the details on how many more staff members I can let you hire, but you’re going to need more.”
“Why? Development of the new Cygnus is going fine,” Ray responded, a bit confused.
“This clean air thing,” Charles responded. “It seems to be gaining more traction. And they’re targeting tetraethyllead.”
“You’re kidding? I mean, what do they expect us to do? Blow up our engines?”
Charles reached for a glass of water on his desk, taking a long sip. “You know how disastrous this could be. But our lobby is fighting a losing battle here. They’re not sure how much longer they can fight off regulation change, so we need a different approach. Redesign them. All of them. Find a way to use unleaded fuel without blowing holes in the ports.”
Ray grimaced and nodded. “We’ll start first thing Monday.”
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In a garage, somewhere near Suzuka, late 1969.
AKA the Keika Automotive HQ
Daniel Chase, founder of Keika, had begun another session of reading mail. More factory teams placing orders, some private dealerships in Europe asking for and another message from America. Inside contained a page from some American review magazine.
He skimmed through it. “…slick all-aluminum, overhead cam engine breaks the 1 horsepower per cubic inch mark. And it does so for a remarkable bargain." He smiled at this. America could be another oppertunity, and maybe a Japanese sports car could take on bigger V8s. A piece of paper fell out of the envelope as he put it down. On it simply read “How open are you for renegotiation now?”
He smiled, reaching for his pen, he planned a way this could work for both of them.
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So no more companies are being accepted for the rest of the game?
It says quite obviously right here
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Bogliq HQ, Detroit MI
September, 1969, CEO Konstantin’s office
“We’ve had success Mr Bogliq. Laws are being drawn up to ban the lead additives from fuel as we speak, 1975 is the year America starts to get clean air.” Stated Bogliq USA’s lead lobbyist, Michael Yates.
“Excellent. I’m tired of the filthy air in our cities and I want my grandkids to avoid being diagnosed with asthma like my son Michael was. No child should struggle to breathe just because we want to sell cars! It’s America dammit! We can have our cake and eat it too…” Replied Konstantin, CEO of Bogliq USA.
“Any last instructions before I head back to Washington?”
“Just one; every litre of fuel burnt is a kilogram of exhaust poison. Start laying the groundwork for some kind of fuel efficiency regulation. We need to ensure that our cities will have clean, breathable air and our nation has strong, healthy children who can run a mile faster than any CCCP stooge. The olympics are coming up and we need healthy kids to keep America strong on the world stage.”
“Will do boss… Oh, by the way, thanks for the upgrade to first class!”
“No worries Mike, you’ve earned it.”
As Michael left his office, Konstantin settled down to do some paperwork and reflect on the good news. Leaded fuel was a hangover of WWII and someone should have phased out the lead years ago. Bogliq had been pulling strings and greasing palms since '61 to get the fuel phased out. Eight hard years of lobbying and a further six years to implement the policy but lead… Was dead. Konstantin just hoped that the handover of power to his son, Michael, would go as smoothly.
Bogliq USA was facing dangers that just didn’t exist post WWII. The market was flooded with competitors from all over the globe and Bogliq was struggling to keep afloat amongst fierce competition. Konstantin knew he no longer had the energy to keep up but he was worried Michael wouldn’t be able to cope; he was a sickly lad after all. The CEO had to project strength and Michael just didn’t look the part… Too late now though, the die was set and Konstantin was going home, home to Moldova, to see the family and reconnect with his roots while there was still time.
Just then, a sickly stench of tyre smoke reached his nostrils, as a screech of tortured tyres reached his ears. Those Sinistra punks!!! He ran to his office window, fumed impotently at the debacle in the car park, then sat back at his desk once the car was chased off. Yeah, retirement was looking better and better every day…
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TSR HQ Japan, 1969
Ryo: S**t! Our Ultra is getting negative reviews about maintenance nightmares and prices.
Tomo: On the bright side, the performance is pretty good!
Ryo: Noooo!!! God! Americans want cheap cars. Uuuuuhhh!!!
Tomo: Stop complaining! Jeeezz… We can always find a solution!
Ryo: What solution?!
Tomo: A partnering…
Ryo: No way! That’s not going to happen.
Tomo: It needs to. Otherwise, our company will be doomed.
Ryo: Fine! But which one?
Tomo: Remember Daniel?
Ryo: Yeah, why?
Tomo: He has a car company now. It’s called Keika. Apparently score really has a really high rating for their cars. Let’s call him shall we?
calls Daniel Chase for a partnership
@BoostandEthanol your turn…
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I’ve got 25 companies registered right now, so 25 entries per week to process. That is a lot. So that’s why I’ve closed registrations down.
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February 1972 - PMI Usurper HQ
Suddenly, outside of the CEOs office a huge ruckus can be heard, as if someone just built an ASCAR track next to the window. As the noise dies down, voices of awe and appreciation can be heard. Naturally, the CEO needs to go check out what all this is about, and is greeted by this:
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Dear god, what is that!?
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That is a side project. A Sabre Supercharged with the 464 engine bored out to 511 cubic inch. Four race carburators, race exhaust system, 470 horsepower, 589 lb.ft. of torque. 15 inch wheels, 315mm wide rear tires, a manual 4 speed and a top speed of about 160 mph. We call it the Sabre Monster.
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That’s as crazy as it is loud.
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It’s beautiful that is what it is!
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And we’re planning to sell this?
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No, no, nooo, it’s not even road legal at this point, it’s just a project on the side. Also… it’s kind of deadly when cornering… We had to install an automatic diff lock to help with the wheel spin… Aaaand it does a low 6 mpg…
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Well, fuel isn’t an issue, crude oil just keeps coming from our friends in the Gulf. I was there recently; the opulence of the rich there! Huge luxury barges. Actually, that is what we miss in the Usurper line up; a real luxury car with a huge engine!
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Well, we could get rid of the 4 race carbs and the exhaust system…
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And update the Scud’s styling and buy luxury seats and interior! But keep the costs relative low for the luxury class. Let’s call it the Jeddah trim, I’ve been there – our never-ending source of cheap fuel.
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Aight, boss, I’ll see what I can do.
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After Dale Rathbone’s heart attack in 1967, he decided to retire, and take it easy a bit. In his stead, his young wife Elizabeth took his seat, the chairman’s seat, on the company board. She wasted no time in finding a new CEO, Mr. William Bennett. William was keen to take the position, knowing that in the next 10 years or so, he’d have to make way for a young Dale Joseph Rathbone.
Still, Bennett did bring some fresh ideas to the table. Shelving the Sagittarius roadster in favor of the Scorpio, miraculously salvaging the Capricorn; and in 1969, he introduced for the 1970 model year, Olympus’s first front wheel drive coupe. The Olympus Libra was a new breed of personal luxury coupe, creating a new market segment. The Libra would receive cosmetic changes for 1971, 1972, and 1973, when we got this.
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Ardent Headquarters
Thursday, December 7th, 1972
Charles Bergman looked up from his stack of papers at the group gathered around the meeting room table. All of his department heads, along with several key administrative VPs, stared back expectantly.
“So '72 is basically a wrap,” Charles began. “Sales figures for November are in. December is mostly a formality a this point. Gentlemen, I am not pleased.”
The VPs of Human Resources and Accounting exchanged nervous glances. The engineers were unmoved. James Salzman from Marketing opened his mouth to speak, but Charles cut him off.
“Sales are slumping. The winds are shifting in the market, and it seems we’re late to the party. So I’d like updates on where we’re at, people. James?”
The Marketing VP smiled and opened his mouth, only to be silenced again.
“You’re going last, James. Your job is to listen. You need to figure out a strategy based on what the other departments are doing this time. Not the other way around. Ray, you’re up first.”
Ray Salducci cleared his throat, and there was a rather substantial pause before he began. “The Orion Type 2A will be the first ready for market. Probably next year for the Trinidad. As most of you are aware, we’ve had to throw away over 20 years of development with the Cygnus. The new standards for fuel and emissions have essentially killed it. We’re in the process of designing a new four to replace it, in multiple displacement sizes, and we are currently testing and refining that design. We anticipate this will be ready in early '74.”
Charles’s brow furrowed. “Not in time before the new Sentinel launches.”
Ray nodded. “Unfortunately. Eugene can speak on that, however. He has a plan.”
Eugene Morrow chimed in before the CEO could react. “Mr. Bergman, we can ramp up production easily and just slide the new Cygnus in when it’s ready. For the home market, we’ll at least have the GL trim ready. Ray has assured me that the Eridani refit is done and it will conform to the requirements of the EPA. A year ahead of requirement.”
“Very well,” Charles grumbled. “What about the rest of the engine range, Ray?”
He quickly looked at his notes. “The Vela Type 2 should be ready by late '74. The Taurus V8’s will be redone by June '74 assuming no more issues. I spoke with Donovan over at Toledo Ironworks as well. The Iron Eight is in final testing and should be ready by August of next year, and the Iron Twelve should be refitted a year after that. It also sounds like they’ve been going over the notes from Mr. Akiyama of Suzume. Donovan says that he thinks there’s a way to significantly improve on that design. They’ve already put pen to paper.”
Charles nodded. “Very well. Stanton, your turn.”
Stanton Glass turned slightly in his chair. His hair was slicked back, and now more gray than brown. His face had not weathered time well for a man 59 years of age. “The full line refresh is on schedule for launch over the course of the '74 and '75 model years. Projects P1 and Vx both look like they’re still on schedule for a '75 model year release.”
“Very well,” Charles responded. “I want to see the new Sentinel and Chancellor mockups as soon as possible.”
(and on continued the meeting, taken over by bean counters and the snake oil salesmen of marketing)
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