Go West Deathtrap Tour [FINISHED]

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.

Friday, 6pm - 8pm

Weather Conditions: 83-89 degrees (depending on location), clear

All vehicles are on I-86 West, I-15 North, US30 West

Upcoming POI (optional, let me know if you want to stop at them for rest/sightseeing): Hagerman Fossil Beds National Park, Old Fort Boise, Farewell Bend State Recreational Area.

Next Waypoint: Fort Hall, 3 Island Crossing State Park, Emigrant Springs State Heritage Area.

VicVictory:
TBDC: 66 mi OD: 1206 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -1 Notes: Team stops for an hour at Studebakers Pizza (with Team Highway Hooligans).

@BobLoblaw
TBDC: 102 mi OD: 1422 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +1 Notes: Team has taken a 10 minute break at optional POI Hagerman Fossil Beds. Team is feeling slightly tired.

@Madrias
TBDC: 67 mi OD: 1207 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -1 Notes: Team spends 1 hour eating dinner at Studebakers Pizza with Team Team Terror.

@Jaimz
TBDC: 71 mi OD: 1255 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +2 Notes: Team has spent an hour at Soda Springs.
TEAM MORALE IS HIGH.

@Fayeding_Spray
TBDC: 109 mi OD: 1432 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +9 Notes: Waypoint completed: Three Island Crossing State Park. Team is feeling tired.

@Zabhawkin
TBDC: 121 mi OD: 1436 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +7 Notes: FUEL LOW. Waypoint completed: Three Island Crossing State Park. Team is feeling tired.

@conan
TBDC: 74 mi OD: 1432 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +9 Notes: Waypoint completed: Three Island Crossing State Park. Team has stopped for the night at Three Island Crossing State Park due to dangerous fatigue levels.

@Mythrin
TBDC: 120 mi OD: 1358 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +8 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Hall. Team is feeling tired.

@JohnWaldock
TBDC: 94 mi OD: 1367 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +10 Notes: Progressive clutch failure: Speeds over 55 MPH are now impossible. TEAM IS EXHAUSTED.

@DoctorNarfy
TBDC: 113 mi OD: 1470 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +9 Notes: Waypoint completed: Three Island Crossing State Park. Team has refueled in Mountain Home, ID. TEAM IS EXHAUSTED.

@DeusExMackia
TBDC: 123 mi OD: 1382 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +8 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Hall. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH. Team is feeling tired.

@Dorifto_Dorito
TBDC: 26 mi OD: 1432 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +3 Notes: Fuel low. Waypoint completed: Three Island Crossing State Park. Team has refueled in Bliss, ID. Team has stopped for the night at 3 Island crossing due to dangerous exhaustion.

@stm316
TBDC: 119 mi OD: 1496 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +5 Notes: Waypoint completed: Three Island Crossing State Park. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH. Team is feeling slightly fatigued. Team has refueled in Bliss, ID.

The following vehicles are in packs:

Team Formerly Known As Teal Terror

Jen and Fuzz walked back to their little coupe, with Fuzz bearing a box of greasy, crispy leftovers. Their meal had left them full, and with just the right amount of food coma to keep them in a state of contentment.

“Those are my kind of weirdos,” Fuzz said as he opened the passenger door and juggled the pizza on his way down to the seat.

“Of course they are. Dumb, reckless, ugly. It must be like looking in a mirror,” his sister teased.

“Whatever. You know you had a good time.”

Jen smiled and nodded. She turned the key to “Start” and immediately the climate controls blew a cloud of glitter that had settled in the vents directly in their faces. They both paused and considered the indignity of the situation.

“Alright,” Fuzz broke the silence. “Time for Team Glitterstorm to get back on the road.”

“Yep. Gotta make sure the Hooligans know they lost to a sparkly Ardent.”

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TEAM OUTRIDERS

Luigi: God, that shit stinks.

Marc: That’s why I suggested putting the windows down. Don’t let any get on your hands.

Zach: What is this stuff?

Marc: Basically it melts the two PVC segments and bonds them together.

Zach: Okay, looks like this one is done.

Marc: Same here. Check the ignition unit.

(Zach presses a button on his contraption and a spark ignites inside a chamber in the back of the unit.)

Marc: Sweet. click Mine’s good too. Let’s get the next ones made. We’ll probably only use three, but having a fourth would be a good idea in case we’re stopped.

Blake: You do know this is technically illegal right?

Marc: It’s all in good fun.

Luigi: What exactly are you making?

Marc: Potato guns.

Luigi: What?

Blake: It’s exactly what it sounds like. Load a potato, spray some hairspray in the back for ignition…

Marc: Hell no, I’m serious, I’ve got ether.

Blake: And watch it blow up in your hands.

Marc: Nah, I worked this design as a kid. It’s a solid setup.

Marc: What the fuck was that?

Zach: It’s behind us! Closing fast!

Blake: It’s that redneck team.

Marc: Oh yeah? I’ve got something for them. (Leans out the window pulling out a revolver)

POW POW POW POW

Marc: YEAH! TAKE THAT YOU SISTER BANGING SONS OF BITCHES!!!

POW POW (The truck passes and speeds off ahead)

Blake: Holy shit!

Zach: …

Luigi: What the hell is the matter with you?

Blake: Holy shit!

Luigi: Are you out of your mind?

Marc: Of course not. (opens chamber) Just blanks. Though they don’t know that.

Blake: You’re the god damn chief of police! I can’t believe you just did that!

Marc: I’m just a little flustered alright?

Blake: A little? You fired a gun at a competitor!

Marc: Just blanks, we established that.

Blake: Uh, shooting at someone, even just blanks is illegal, as are these potato guns.

Marc: Don’t worry, we’re not going to get in trouble.

Blake: You seem awfully sure of that.

Marc: I may have made a couple phone calls. Called in a favor or two.

Blake: WHAT?

Marc: So long as we don’t murder anyone or violate traffic laws, they’re mostly going to look the other way.

Luigi: That seems like an unfair trick.

Marc: Only in this state, I don’t know anyone in the next one.

Blake: Words fail me.

Marc: Think of it as a giant practical joke.

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Highway Hooligans

Day 2, 4-6p - “War of the Windshields”


“Now, now, now!” Marcus yelled, as they hurtled out of their parking space and raced across the parking lot, cutting diagonally across the lot as much as possible.

As they cut in front of Teal Terror, Jake and Trevor lit the fuses on the Roman Candles and the rockets, and the 25-shot-barrage brick they had stuck out of the sunroof. The fireworks burst forth, in a colossal display of noise and explosions, spraying fireworks all over the parking lot and halfway down the road as they tried to take the lead again.

DING! “Your Rear Doors are Open.”

“Got it, Ivan.” Marcus said, rolling his eyes. Cody held the boxes of pizza still as fireworks screamed all around them, before they blistered their way down the road.

“So, how’s team Sparklepower doing after that?” Marcus asked, as the doors slid closed.

“Looks like they got a faceful of glitter, and our booming barrage seems to have bought us about a mile.” Trevor said, giving a wicked laugh. “Now it’s just a matter of trying to hold them off.”


Aftermath:

Morale: +5 (+1)
Fatigue: +14 (-1)
Waypoints: 6
Status: Good pizza and not sitting in the paint-shaker makes for a happy team. Fireworks are fun, too.

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Team Redneck Day 2 1800-2000

Jake is reaching through the back window into the ice chest, pulling out fixings to make sandwiches with what is left of their food.

He uses a lid off of the smaller one as a table to do so.

Jake, “The usual? Ham, lettuce, Tomato, mayo and mustard?”

Otis, “Yes please, any BBQ chips left?”

Jake, “A bit”

Jake makes half a dozen sandwiches, his dad eats two he eats 4 (hes a growing teenager of course)

Otis eats his sandwiches and chips, and downs the last of the coffee, so Jake starts another pot.

Jake, “We have half a tub of coffee, and 8 bottles of water left, a quarter bag of sour cream and onion chips, half a bag of tortilla chips, a little bit of salsa, enough fixins for about 2 more sandwiches, Two eggs, half pound of bacon, and 2 sausage links”

Otis, “Don’t forget about those 4 crappy beers you drug along.”

Jake, “I was figuring I would open one and throw it into someones car that was giving us trouble.”

After eating Jake starts to nap against the door.

Otis, “Wake up, we are about to pass that old cop car”

Jake a little slow due to being asleep, “Huh, what, oh hey we are about to pass that old cop car, lets blare the air horn at them as we get close”

Redneck Express, “BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAA BRRRAAAAAAAAAAA BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

POP POP POP POP

Otis, “Holy shit!” as he mashes the gas

POP POP

Jake, “Their shooting at us!”

Otis is the first realize a short distance down the road, “Did you hear anything hitting the truck?”

Jake, “Thinks back, I don’t think so”

Otis, “Take a look at the side, they shouldn’t have missed us at that range”

Jake, “I don’t see any holes”

Otis, “Thought so, just blanks”

Jake, “I still have to change my drawrs”

Otis, “Mountain Home is just a few mile further, we need gas anyways.”

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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.

Friday, 8pm - 10pm

Weather Conditions: 81-86 degrees (depending on location), clear

All vehicles are on I-84 West, I-86 West, I-15 North

Upcoming POI (optional, let me know if you want to stop at them for rest/sightseeing): Hagerman Fossil Beds National Park, Old Fort Boise, Farewell Bend State Recreational Area.

Next Waypoint: 3 Island Crossing State Park, Emigrant Springs State Heritage Area.

VicVictory:
TBDC: 53 mi OD: 1259 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +4 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Hall. Team has stopped for the night at the Shoshone-Bannock Hotel. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH.

@BobLoblaw
TBDC: 118 mi OD: 1540 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +4 Notes: Waypoint completed: Three Island Crossing State Park. Team has refueled in Mountain Home, ID. TEAM IS TIRED.

@Madrias
TBDC: 123 mi OD: 1330 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +6 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Hall. Team is starting to feel tired.

@Jaimz
TBDC: 69 mi OD: 1324 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +4 Notes: Waypoint completed: Fort Hall (1 hour stop). TEAM MORALE IS VERY HIGH. Team is starting to feel fatigued.

@Fayeding_Spray
TBDC: 75 mi OD: 1507 mi MRL: +0 FTG: +6 Notes: Team has refueled in Mountain Home, ID. Team has stopped for the night at the SpringHill Suites (Marriott) in Boise, ID due to dangerous fatigue levels.

@Zabhawkin
TBDC: See notes OD: 1466 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +5 Notes: Team has refueled in Mountain Home, ID. Overall Distance is along the planned route. Team has gone tangentally off-route and has set up at Beaver Creek Campground in the Boise National Forest. Their stats will be corrected on track when they arrive in Boise the following morning.

@conan
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1432 mi MRL: +2 FTG: -7 Notes: Team is asleep at Three Island Crossing SP.

@Mythrin
TBDC: 17 mi OD: 1375 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -2 Notes: Team has stopped for the night at La Quinta Inn in Twin Falls, ID.

@JohnWaldock
TBDC: 8 mi OD: 1375 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -3 Notes: Progressive clutch failure: Speeds over 55 MPH are now impossible. Team has stopped for the night at La Quinta Inn in Twin Falls, ID due to dangerous fatigue levels.

@DoctorNarfy
TBDC: 37 mi OD: 1507 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -2 Notes: Team has stopped for the night at the Red Lion Hotel in Boise, ID.

@DeusExMackia
TBDC: 80 mi OD: 1462 mi MRL: +2 FTG: +4 Notes: Waypoint completed: Three Island Crossing State Park. Team has refueled in Mountain Home, ID. Team has stopped for the night at the Best Western Foothills Inn in Mountain Home, ID, due to dangerous fatigue levels. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH.

@Dorifto_Dorito
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1432 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -7 Notes: Team is sleeping at 3 Island crossing SP.

@stm316
TBDC: 11 mi OD: 1507 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -4 Notes: Waypoint completed: Three Island Crossing State Park. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH. Team has stopped for the night at the SpringHill Suites (Marriott) in Boise, ID.

The following vehicles are in packs:

Team Glitterstorm

Jen tried to stifle a yawn, but failed quite miserably.

“I saw that,” Buzz noted.

“Yeah, and?”

“Sleepiness is we… eee… eakness,” he yawned himself.

Jen grinned wryly. “And what does that make you?”

He sighed. “A weak, weak man.” Two minutes passed in silence before he spoke again. “We’ve been cooped up in this thing almost all day. I hate to say it, but maybe we should call it a night.”

Jen had no desire to argue; she acknowledged that she probably wouldn’t last any longer.

“Quick stop at the waypoint, then find a hotel?” Buzz continued.

“Yeah. Let’s make it a good one, though. We’re on vacation.”

As if by providence, they passed a sign promoting the Shoshone-Bannock Casino and Resort Hotel.

“Done,” Buzz said. “I’ll get directions loaded in.”

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Highway Hooligans

Day 2, 6-8p - “Fireworks, Pizza and Glitter, Oh My!”


The engine screamed as the Hooligans raced down the roads, the four men cackling evilly as Trevor loaded a firework mortar tube. Jake reached under the seat and grabbed a jar of peanut butter and a diaper, and combined the two together. As they caught up with the FOA Vango (@Jaimz) of Team Harcourt-Entwhistle, just after Fort Hall, Marcus swerved around to overtake on the shoulder. Trevor lit the firework, which burst out of the tube and exploded above the van with a deafening boom, then Jake handed the “package” to him. Trevor yelled, “Special Delivery!” then threw the diaper onto the windshield, where it landed with a sickening, messy splat.

“Got 'em!” Cody yelled, cackling madly. “Let’s keep going, I’m only a little tired. We’ll do what the others did, make some night miles, I think.”

“Good plan.” Marcus said, gripping the steering wheel with renewed resolve.


Aftermath:

Morale: +6 (+1)
Fatigue: +20 (+6)
Waypoints: 6 (+1)
Status: Driving Hard. Laughing about “Dirtying Granny’s Windshield.”


(OOC: Yep, random roll. We pass you, we prank you!)

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TEAM OUTRIDERS


Luigi: That has to be the funniest god damn thing I’ve ever seen.

Zach: I didn’t think she was going to slap me.

Blake: After what you just said?

Zach: Marc told me to say it!

Marc: I was joking! I didn’t think you were actually going to say that.

(Recap: While getting fuel, Zach noticed the rather attractive cashier in the gas station. Following advice from Marc he went up to her and said “Hey baby, are you Irish? Because my dick’s a Dublin!” Needless to say, her response was not quite accommodating)

Marc: It’s getting late.

Blake: Yeah, I think we’re going to call it a night shortly.

Zach: How are we going to tackle tomorrow?

Blake: Marc is gonna take the wheel and we’re giving it Hell.

Luigi: We’ve made great time, but we are risking others passing us while we sleep.

Zach: That’s okay, this crazy fool can shoot at them.

Marc: Actually, no I can’t. Those were my last blanks. And I am not firing live rounds at them.

Blake: Alright, let’s start our search for somewhere to camp for the night.

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Team Wagons West
Friday 4PM - 6 PM
Beth was having a blast driving, but it was taking it’s toll. Having been behind the wheel since 10AM, she’d been in a poorly supportive seat for too long.
Beth: Time for a driver change soon. This car is not the most comfortable thing I’ve ever driven. Who wants the Captain’s Hat? (She actually had a Captain’s Hat… on her head)
Bill: Aunt Toni, you up for another drive?
Toni: It’s the best way to keep our momentum. You two drive like old ladies.
R-dog: If I recall correctly, I was the only one who didn’t break the grasshopper.
Bill: Don’t bring that up. This car is holding up just fine.
Toni: For now. I don’t trust the exh…
Bill: What?
Rich-meister: Ignore what she said. It’s what she didn’t say that counts, and she didn’t say we’re losing.
A more prominent knocking sound came from under the spare wheel carrier… sort of like an exhaust rattling around.
Bill (eyes Wookiee suspiciously, then turns back to Beth): We can stop at the Fort Hall check point.


Friday 6PM - 8 PM
Toni has once again taken prime position within the car, and is wearing Beth’s hat.
Toni: Hoist the decks! Swab the anchor! Raise the… flag thingie! Aaarrrrr! There’s an enemy a’fore us!
Wookiee: Aye, cap’n. We’ll run by their port side… and…
Bill: Tap their booty!
Much laughter was had as they passed the little Mercial for the 2nd time… maybe the other car didn’t notice them. It’s been a long day.

Bill had been relegated to the back seat with Beth. As they got closer to the town of Bliss -
Bill: Paul Jerome Appleton Wendell Tuttle. That’s 5 towns, sounds like a single person. Why would they do that?
Beth: Obviously they thought it wouldn’t sound a bit dumb. It’s kind of like how they’re big fans of calling places “Springfield”.
Insert sound of an exhaust hanger falling off

Toni dropped a patch as they left “Stinker” (yes… it’s real. Fuel station in Bliss. Look it up), which annoyed Bob, at his rock shop(?!) across the road. They made it back on to 26 West without incident, and Toni spent the next 20-ish minutes getting the car to Glenn’s Ferry and the check point on the bank of the Snake River, after crossing the… Snake River, for the 2nd time. Really? Who the hell planned this thing?!


8PM - 10PM
Upon returning to the car, the topic of food was brought up.
Toni: I don’t know about you three, but I’m really getting hungry. Haven’t eaten much since those flat sandwiches Bill found in the bottom of that backpack. I could really go some week old mince on stale buns with plastic cheese.
Bill: Maccas is it. Oh, sorry, Mickey D’s .
Beth: Internet says, wait for it… Boise has 7.
Toni: Not waiting. I’m captain, I call next port.
Beth: There’s one in Mountain Home. So, half an hour is the best I can offer you.
Toni: That’ll do Beth, That’ll do.
Toni pushed the loud pedal a little harder, knowing that some time would be lost, and a decision was made. A very important decision. It would be Bill’s shout.

  • plus X minutes -

The chips were cold, and ended up sprayed around the inside of the car, as Wookiee started a food fight with his. Bill and Beth had pickle races, and Toni showed the others how to drive with both hands full of take-away food. The team found a room for the night in the East side of town (well, North-East, but who’s going to care) and it included breakfast. That counted as a win.

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Granny: Hello dear? Is that the police? Jolly good, I’d like to report a most heinous crime of littering from a passing car. they appear to have thrown a dirty old nappy at my vehicle. It’s a large, monstrously green coloured saloon. Saloon dear, 4 doors and a boot. Oh you call them sedans over here. They also appear to have fired at us! Fired dear…something went bang…loudly! Where are we? Oh I don’t really know but we’ve just left a rather quaint place called Fort Hall…yes this is a mobile telephone, it belongs to my grandson, George. I’d hate it if anything had happened to him because of thes hooligans! Oh you know where we are? That’s absolutely astounding dear. Yes they are up the road from us…and driving very erratically and far too fast. My name? Certainly dear, it’s Mrs Harcourt-Entwhistle. Thank you ever so much dear for all of your help. I hope you have a nice day too dear…and I hope those scoundrels get stopped before the hurt someone! Bye bye dear.

Spanners: All cleaned up. It was just a prank Mrs E.

Granny: Don’t you go siding with those ruffians now David! They fired on us, littered and drove in a manner unbecoming of morally decent person. They could have caused an accident and my beloved grandson could have been injured!

Spanners: Sorry Mrs E.

Mopey: Does this mean I’m back in your wi…

THWACK!!!

Mopey: OW!!!

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How many concussions is poor Mopey gonna suffer by the end here?

Anyone want to start an office pool? :stuck_out_tongue:

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Winner gets a years supply of calendars?

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Team ‘Southend Or Bust’

Original Post - Previous Post

“YES” said James, seeing that the room had three separate beds. It had been a long day and they were all knackered, but at last, they’d made it to the Best Western, and they weren’t going to have a repeat of last time.

“You happy James?” said Martin “I thought you’d leap at the chance to actually sleep with someone”.

“Oi” James fired back “At least I’m getting some way towards ending up sleeping with someone”

“Is that all you think of her?” said Seb.

“Shut up you sop, you’d be thinking the exact same thing were you me” said James. Seb shrugged.

“Yeah maybe” said Seb in a mumbled tone.

“Er, yeah yeah more like” chimed in Martin, “Your entire mantra used to be ‘take any chance you get’, remember?”

“Yeah on a night out of course, but it’s different now” said Seb. He realised the balance had turned.

James and Martin scoffed. “Fuck off” said James with a grin on his face, “It took you over a year to even get into a relationship because you loved one night stands so much”

“And that’s how it used to be at uni” Seb fired back, drawing more laughs from the other two.

“Seb you know full well that your ‘Spanish Card’ as you used to call it worked like magic” said Martin, “there’s no way you’ve changed in the space of 2 months. Don’t pretend you didn’t know what it was intended for”.

“Alright then, what’s this Lyra girl intended for then?” Seb jibed towards James.

She” James began, with sass, “is none of your business and I’m trying to get to know her better”

“So that you can sleep with her” said Seb. The balance had turned once more.

“I…ugh…” James stuttered. Martin looked at Seb, and then to James. He wasn’t taking sides anymore.

“Come on James” said Seb, taking a softer tone. “You’re on a dry spell. It’s how it goes!”.

James blushed, lost for words. “Yes yes alright of course I want to sleep with her” he blurted out, leaving Seb looking very triumphant, “But YOU” he said, pointing at Seb, “the shit you’ve said tonight, come on”

“Okay fair” said Seb. “As for Martin”. And once again, the balance had shifted.

“No no no” Martin started, ready to defend. “I get laid when I mean to and I do it with more feeling than both of you, and you both know that.”

James burst out into laughter. “‘When you mean to’? Hahaha! What are you on about?”

“When I mean to. I mean what I say” he said, dusting off the blows. “I’m never gonna be able to pull like you guys, so I find my own means”

“Getting off with Amanda that course mate of yours at that house party in April counts as ‘doing it with more feeling’ than us then, yeah?” Seb said. Martin glared back; he knew what was coming next.

“Oh yes, I forgot that dreadful dirty talk counts as ‘more feeling’ Seb, isn’t that what you do?” said James satirically. Martin tried to shove in but it was no good.

“What were the words he used again? ‘I’ve wanted to ram you so hard since the moment I first saw you at that seminar at the start of term’?” replied Seb, equally satirically.

Martin sighed. It was going to be a long night.

After it had quietened down, James found himself on his phone. He’d been working out how to do this next bit for the whole day, but now in his slightly delirious tired state, he found the confidence. He sent another text to Lyra.

Hey, hope you’re okay. We’re staying the night Mountain Home, dunno how far ahead you are. See you at the finish line?


OOC: Over to you @Fayeding_Spray!

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I have a lot of catching up to do, damn.


Team Rice Box

8-10am

“Uh, Getting low on fuel there.” Lyra quipped.
“Yes. Uh, when’s the next fuel stop?” Charlotte replied
“Shit, I actually dunno. Just drive carefully. try and save fuel.”

“Not the best choice of song, Char.”
“Eh, fuck it.”


10am - Noon

“Fuck yes, Petrol Station.” Lyra called out.
“Shit yes. Fuck yeah!” Charlotte was very excited. She turned off Banana, and began re-fueling, while Lyra ducked inside, to pay for the fuel, and pick up some refreshments.
“What’d you get?” Charlotte called over the roof of the PRJ.
“Some Candy, and a few Red Bulls.” They finish the refuel stop, and head off.
“Hey Ly, I think you’d like this song.”
“Oh?”

“Fuck you.” Lyra says, laughing.


Noon - 2pm

“Fuck.” Lyra seemed rather annoyed as she took back up driving duties.
“What?” Charlotte was intently looking at Lyra.
“I think the Power Steering has finally kicked the bucket.” Lyra was unhappy “This is gonna be a bitch to start driving.”
“Let me rummage through our spares. Might have some fluid hanging around.” Charlotte dived into the rear seats, opening the small flap to the boot, and began to rummage around.
“Anything?”
“Nothing.”
“F. U. C. K. With a Capital Everything.” Lyra hit the steering wheel, accidentally bumping the Horn. They both burst out in laughter as Charlotte climbed back into the front seat.
“So, Charlotte, what’s the next song?”
“Another one you might like.”

“I love and hate you at the same time, you know?”
“Oh, I know.” Charlotte had a devilish smile on her face.


2pm - 4pm

“Shit, Char. Fuel’s getting low. Got the spare fuel around?”
“Yep, right here, just behind your seat.”
“Cool, I’ll pull over once we’re close to empty, and you fill us up. Should take us to Fort Hall.”
“Wonderful.”

“Huh, I really do like this one.”
“Thought so.”


4pm - 6pm

-Fuck all interesting, just a refuel and some more candy-


6pm - 8pm

“Damn, this is really a beautiful place, isn’t it.” Charlotte muttered.
“Wanna take a photo with Banana?”
“Did… Did you just call him by his name? OMG!” Charlotte bear hugs Lyra.
“I fucked up, didn’t I?”
“Absolutely Not.” Charlotte was Beaming, while Lyra seemed less than Impressed. “Should we take that photo anyway?”


8pm - 10pm

BZZZZZZT
“Fuck was that?” Charlotte snapped.
“Uh, My phone, I hope.” Lyra said, picking her phone up from the side table. She looked at it, and saw the Text. “Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.”
“What?” Charlotte was lying on the bed beside Lyra now.
“James just Text me.”
“What, the one you flirted with yesterday?”
“Yes that one, you moron.”
“What does it say?”
“‘Hey, Hope you’re okay. We’re staying the night Mountain Home, dunno how far ahead you are. See you at the Finish line?’ Well… Shit.”
“He Like youuuuuuuuuuuu!” Charlotte burst into Laughter.
“Oh my fucking god, you’re a fucking child aren’t you holy fuck.” Lyra was visibly annoyed.
“So, gonna text back, or gonna flake like last time?”
“I told you to never… Have you been into the beer again?”
“Maaaaaaaaybe.”
“Go get a glass of water and go to bed, I’ll deal with my own issues without a Drunk party girl hanging over my shoulder.” Charlotte got up, off the bed, and began dealing with her own issues. Lyra finally figured out what to say.


Fuck me, that was a lot to write in one go. So, it’s probably sloppy as fuck.

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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.

Friday, 10pm - Midnight

Weather Conditions: 78-82 degrees (depending on location), clear

All vehicles are on I-84 West, I-86 West, or off the road for the night.

Upcoming POI (optional, let me know if you want to stop at them for rest/sightseeing): Hagerman Fossil Beds National Park, Old Fort Boise, Farewell Bend State Recreational Area.

Next Waypoint: 3 Island Crossing State Park, Emigrant Springs State Heritage Area.

VicVictory:
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1259 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -7 Notes: Team is asleep at the Shoshone-Bannock Hotel. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH.

@BobLoblaw
TBDC: 47 mi OD: 1587 mi MRL: +3 FTG: -1 Notes: Optional POI: Farewell Bend State Recreation Area. Team has stopped to camp for the night at Farewell Bend Campground.

@Madrias
TBDC: 102 mi OD: 1432 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +8 Notes: Waypoint completed: Three Island Crossing State Park. Team has stopped to camp at Three Island Crossing SP due to dangerous fatigue levels. FUEL LOW.

@Jaimz
TBDC: 85 mi OD: 1409 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +4 Notes: Optional POI: Hagerman Fossil Beds. TEAM MORALE IS VERY HIGH. Team is starting to feel tired.

@Fayeding_Spray
TBDC: 75 mi OD: 1507 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -7 Notes: Team is sleeping at the SpringHill Suites (Marriott) in Boise, ID.

@Zabhawkin
TBDC: 0 OD: 1466 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -6 Notes: Overall Distance is along the planned route. Team has gone tangentally off-route and has set up at Beaver Creek Campground in the Boise National Forest. Their stats will be corrected on track when they arrive in Boise the following morning. Team is asleep.

@conan
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1432 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -9 Notes: Team is asleep at Three Island Crossing SP.

@Mythrin
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1375 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -8 Notes: Team is asleep at La Quinta Inn in Twin Falls, ID.

@JohnWaldock
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1375 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -8 Notes: Progressive clutch failure: Speeds over 55 MPH are now impossible. Team is sleeping at La Quinta Inn in Twin Falls, ID.

@DoctorNarfy
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1507 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -7 Notes: Team is asleep at the Red Lion Hotel in Boise, ID.

@DeusExMackia
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1462 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -6 Notes: Team is at the Best Western Foothills Inn in Mountain Home, ID. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH.

@Dorifto_Dorito
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1432 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -9 Notes: Team is sleeping at 3 Island crossing SP.

@stm316
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1507 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -7 Notes: TEAM MORALE IS HIGH. Team is asleep at the SpringHill Suites (Marriott) in Boise, ID.

The following vehicles are in packs:

Team Glitterstorm

(Team is asleep)

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Highway Hooligans

Day 2, 8-10p - “Oh shit!”


“We gotta go through the park.” Marcus said, continuing the argument that had started about an hour ago. The engine continued to rumble along as they approached Three Island Crossing State Park, the fuel light clicking on as they drove up the road.

DING! “Your Fuel Level is Low.”

Marcus flinched and ran over a metal-wire trash can and a charcoal grill, nearly bringing the Dynamite E5 to a sudden halt.

“We’re stopping for a little while.” Marcus said.

“No complaints here. Looks like there’s a couple other teams here.” Trevor said.

“Set an alarm for as early as we possibly can get moving.” Jake said. “Don’t wanna be here too long, fall behind again.”

With that plan in mind, they half-assed their way through setting up some tents, and dropped off to sleep.


Aftermath:

Morale: +7 (+1)
Fatigue: +28 (+8)
Waypoints: 7 (+1… Kinda.)
Status: Really tired. Hoping to not be last again.

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TEAM OUTRIDERS

Blake: What ever happened to Ricky Martin?

Marc: Beats me.

Luigi: Probably livin’ la vida broke-a now.

Marc: Heh.

Luigi: (sigh) Wittiest thing I’ve said and you idiots are the only ones to hear it.

(time passes)

Marc: …because that’s the sound a piece of shit makes when you fling it against a wall.

Zach: Ha ha ha!

Luigi: Ah, very funny. I’ve got one for ya. How was the Grand Canyon formed?

(time passes)

Blake: We’re here. Farewell Bend State Recreation Area. Start setting up camp, I’ll be back to help after I take a wicked piss.

(After dinner)

Blake: We need to talk.

Zach: I don’t suppose dropping it is an option?

Blake: You told me earlier you were pretty much counting on getting blown away. Not to sound clingy but that is a pretty serious thing to hear. Especially when you’re a parent.

Zach: I’m fine. To tell the truth I haven’t felt this good in a while. I mean, I’m tired and can barely feel my ass from sitting in the car all day, but I feel at peace.

Blake: So you haven’t given up on life?

Zach: I was just out of sorts. This trip has helped. I’m glad I came.

Blake: Not that you really had a choice.

Zach: Heh, I guess not.

(Blake grabs two Stroh’s out of the cooler and hands one to Zach)

Blake: Something better than that cat piss you normally drink.

Zach: Everyone drinks Bud Light.

Blake: That doesn’t make it right. This here’s a real beer.

Zach: That is pretty damn good.

Blake: And it earns the approval of old people.

Marc: Hey! Will you two stop braiding your hair and quiet down? Some of us are trying to get some sleep!

Blake: We’re having a moment here you insensitive prick!

Marc: My mistake, I didn’t know you had a vagina!

Blake: I’d still be more of a man than you!

Marc: Meh. 4 out of 10.

Zach: He does have a point.

Blake: About getting sleep or me having a vagina?

Zach: Getting some sleep.

Blake: Yeah, we’re definitely going to give it Hell tomorrow.

Zach: Are those marshmallows by Luigi’s tent?

Blake: Leave em, I bet Marc put them there.

(Blake and Zach get in their tent and go to sleep.)

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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, Midnight-2AM

Weather Conditions: 75-79 degrees (depending on location), clear

All vehicles are on I-84 West, I-86 West, or off the road for the night.

Upcoming POI (optional, let me know if you want to stop at them for rest/sightseeing): Hagerman Fossil Beds National Park, Old Fort Boise, Farewell Bend State Recreational Area.

Next Waypoint: 3 Island Crossing State Park, Emigrant Springs State Heritage Area.

VicVictory:
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1259 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -9 Notes: Team is asleep at the Shoshone-Bannock Hotel. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH.

@BobLoblaw
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1587 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -6 Notes: Team is asleep at Farewell Bend Campground.

@Madrias
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1432 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -6 Notes: Team is asleep at Three Island Crossing SP. FUEL LOW.

@Jaimz
TBDC: 70 mi OD: 1479 mi MRL: +1 FTG: +6 Notes: Waypoint completed: Three Island Crossing State Park. Team has refueled in Mountain Home, ID. TEAM MORALE IS VERY HIGH. TEAM IS TIRED.

@Fayeding_Spray
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1507 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -9 Notes: Team is sleeping at the SpringHill Suites (Marriott) in Boise, ID.

@Zabhawkin
TBDC: 0 OD: 1466 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -8 Notes: Overall Distance is along the planned route. Team has gone tangentally off-route and has set up at Beaver Creek Campground in the Boise National Forest. Their stats will be corrected on track when they arrive in Boise the following morning. Team is asleep.

@conan
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1432 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -6 Notes: Team is asleep at Three Island Crossing SP.

@Mythrin
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1375 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -10 Notes: Team is asleep at La Quinta Inn in Twin Falls, ID.

@JohnWaldock
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1375 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -10 Notes: Progressive clutch failure: Speeds over 55 MPH are now impossible. Team is sleeping at La Quinta Inn in Twin Falls, ID.

@DoctorNarfy
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1507 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -9 Notes: Team is asleep at the Red Lion Hotel in Boise, ID.

@DeusExMackia
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1462 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -8 Notes: Team is at the Best Western Foothills Inn in Mountain Home, ID. TEAM MORALE IS HIGH.

@Dorifto_Dorito
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1432 mi MRL: +0 FTG: -11 Notes: Team is sleeping at 3 Island crossing SP.

@stm316
TBDC: 0 mi OD: 1507 mi MRL: +1 FTG: -3 Notes: TEAM MORALE IS HIGH. Team is asleep at the SpringHill Suites (Marriott) in Boise, ID.

The following vehicles are in packs:

Team Glitterstorm

(Team is asleep)

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Team Redneck Day 2 2000-2200

Shortly after refueling in Mountain home ID.

Otis, “I’m beat, swapping that engine really took it out of me”

Jake, “Me too, do you want to stay at a hotel or camp?”

Otis, “Lets camp”

Jake, “Ok I’ll find a place”

Jake does some searching on his phone, then says “Got a place, it runs a ways off but also along our planned route. The turn off is in 4 miles”

They turn off of the main road and on to a paved 2 lane road followed by another turn onto a dirt road with the moonlight helping them see their way.

Arriving at the camp Otis says, “Don’t get all fancy with the camp we will have to take it down early in the morning”

Jake sets up the tent while Otis sets up the kitchen on the tailgate and gets everything set up for the mornings cooking.

Jake pulls a 12 gauge and a .45 pistol out of the cab and lays them between the sleeping bags.

Otis warms up a pot of water and the two take a makeshift bath and put on some fresh clothes.

After climbing into their sleeping bags Jake asks, “Do ya think we would have made it by morning if we hadn’t lost the engine?”

Otis, “Probably, we would have been about 200 more miles along, and we have somewhere between 5 and 600 to go. We probably would have still had to stop. That was a pretty quick engine change, do you think we broke any records?”

Jake, “For random on the side of the road maybe, the record for engine swap is pretty fast”

Otis, “They cheated.”

At that they went to sleep.

2200- 0200

ZZZZZZZZZ

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Highway Hooligans

Day 2, 10-Midnight - “Driving While Trashed”


(Team is sleeping.)


Aftermath:

Morale: +7 (NC)
Fatigue: +22 (-6)
Waypoints: 7
Status: Sleeping. Car requires fuel.

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Ivan, “Ding fuel level low”

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