Leonard Hansson stood over a drafting table with a pencil in one hand, his other wiping the sweat off his brow from the Hetvesian summer heat late into the afternoon. A small steel desk fan whirred hot, stale air over sketches and drawings of steering column concepts, occasionally picking up loose eraser shavings and graphite dust. Leonard had never been satisfied with the fiber-reinforced rubber steering coupling he’d used on the FB-396, and over the last few weeks he had been hard at work researching methods and making sketches for an improved column design, often staying late into the evening when his fellow coworkers had already gone home.
Hansson checked over his work, occasionally muttering details to himself and making notes in his drawings when the click-clack of footsteps on the concrete floor drew his attention. Moving his gaze from the graphite-dusted workbench, a slim yet sturdy figure dressed in a white top and a plaid grey pencil skirt came into view.
“Running on that midnight oil, again?” asked the woman, taking a seat next to Leonard before playing with her thick, brown hair.
Maria Lindholm had been at the company for a bit under two years working as a senior marketing professional under Filip Ohlsson, and had been friends with Leonard for a little over a year now. When she wasn’t outperforming her envious coworkers with impressive marketing performance metrics, Maria found entertainment in cracking jokes and finding ways to prod her peers - and she particularly enjoyed prodding Leonard.
“I have no idea how you manage to get so much lead all over yourself,” commented Maria, stretching back on her chair before assuming a relaxed position. “You might be done with that design of yours if you’d draw on paper instead of yourself.”
Leonard glanced down at his arms, coated in a mixture of graphite dust and sweat, then to his grey-stained, wrinkled shirt. When he looked down, a small snowfall of graphite dust shook loose from his long blond hair - so coated it was almost another color entirely. “Maybe so…” Leonard searched for a comeback for a moment before giving up, “But I think I might have winner with this one!” He picked up the draft paper from the work station, not paying much attention to the cup of pencils he knocked over in the process, and explained his breakthrough idea with Maria.
“So when the car crashes, the steering column telescopes into itself?” asked Maria, leaning into the drawing now.
“Exactly!” exclaimed Leonard, grinning cheek to cheek. “That means any deflection in the steering system is constrained to the axis of the shaft. Not only is there no more play in the car’s steering, but this design might even be safer than the old rubber coupling.”
“Nice work, Leonard!” beamed Maria, tapping on the page, seeing her now dusty finger, then wiping it off on Leonard’s shirt. “I don’t suppose you’d have a prototype together in a few weeks, would you?”
“Definitely not,” responded Leonard, now back to making notes on the design sketch. “I’ve got an idea of what I want the shaft to do, the question is how am I going to make it do that.” He gestured Maria’s attention to the pile of crumpled papers underneath the drafting table. “I’ve been banging my head on this desk over the last few weeks.”
“Well I think it’s time you take a break before all this lead gets to your head,” prodded Maria, getting a half smile from Leonard. “Fortunately for you, I’ve got our trip planned out.”
“What do you mean trip?” asked Leonard, confused with the direction the conversation was now going.
“Mr. Ohlsson wanted me to enter a FB-396 into a local rally. He thinks it’d be a good way to showcase the car’s reliability. Gives the team some opportunities to get some action shots too.”
“Thirty kilowatts of power isn’t exactly race car territory, Maria,” said Leonard, bluntly. “I mean, I’d be happy to watch a rally, but I don’t think racing a FB-396 would really help you guys sell more cars.”
“It’s not that kind of rally, dumb dumb,” poked Maria, to Leonard’s mild annoyance. “It’s a regularity rally. Take a looksie.”
Maria produced a small flyer she had been carrying that Leonard noticed she had the whole time. Taking interest, Leonard looked over the flyer. It was pale blue in color, titled 1953 Klaffenstein Loop Road Rally with a painted image of a mountain. Flipping the page, Leonard read the event description and schedule.
The Klaffenstein Loop Road Rally, presented by the Ugenstadt Drivers Club, is a four day event from August 27-30. With the picturesque view of the Klaffenstein supervolcano in near constant view, this event will put you and your partner’s driving and navigation skills to the ultimate test. Your team will be tasked to reach each checkpoint of the stages under controlled time, speed, and distance targets; penalty points are scored by how close you meet these targets with the winner having the fewest penalty points.
Each stage is broken into multiple segments with multiple checkpoints on regulated sections. Stage start times will be dependent on your assigned time card at the event.
EVENT SCHEDULE:
THURSDAY
07:00: Car Show / Meet and Greet
10:00: First Car Begins Ungenstadt - Gronwald Stage
13:30: Group Lunch at Clodfelter’s
15:00: First Car Begins Gronwald - Shuffental Stage
FRIDAY
07:00: Group Breakfast Boda Cafe Bistro
08:30: First Car Begins Schuffental - Luremburg Stage
12:00: Lunch Break
13:00: Continue Schuffental - Luremburg Stage
18:00: Group Dinner / Luremburg Boat Museum Private Tour
SATURDAY
08:00: Group Breakfast Bella Vista Restaurant
09:30: First Car Begins Luremburg - Friedhain am Meer Stage
01:30: Group Lunch Appolo’s Fruinian Restaurant
14:00: Seemansinsel Trail Hike
18:00: Dinner Break
19:00: Continue Luremburg - Friedhain am Meer Stage
SUNDAY
09:00: First Car Begins Freidhain am Meer - Ungenstadt Stage
12:00: Lunch Break
13:00: Continue Freidhain am Meer - Ungenstadt Stage
16:30: Group Dinner Ungenstadter Bierhaus / Awards Ceremony
“Looks like fun,” commented Leonard, handing the flyer back to Maria. “I assume you need me that Thursday to show off the car?”
Maria stared at Leonard for a moment, her pale green eyes shimmering in the dim afternoon light bleeding through the windows, before letting out a laugh and a snort. “Oh, you’re not getting off that easy there, bud,” Maria said between her chuckles. “You’re gonna be my co-driver.”
Leonard could feel the blood rushing through his cheeks. Him and Maria? In a car together for hours on end? Touring the Hetvesian countryside? The very thought was intoxicating, almost too good to be true. It was too good to be true.
Leonard felt a pit forming in his stomach. Have I been getting feelings for Maria? This isn’t good. Every time I’ve caught feelings for a girl, it ended up blowing up in my face. Remember when you thought you were dating Irene back in high school? You asked her out to go look at Christmas lights and she said she had to study that night, only to learn she took her boyfriend to that very same date. How about Ellie? You two were good friends for years, and the moment your dumb ass told her you liked her she disappeared from your life forever. Or how about Vilda? Sure, how were you supposed to know she was the team principal’s girlfriend? It didn’t matter though, because asking her out got you fired from that job and nearly tanked your career.
Leonard found himself in a risky situation. Him and Maria? In a car for hours on end? Touring the Hetvesian countryside? The very thought was terrifying.
“A-are you…,” Leonard could feel his panic swelling, but fought back. He could not show Maria what he really felt about her. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean… I’ve got to get this concept ready to present to management in a few months, and-”
“Sounds like you’ve got plenty of time to work on it,” interrupted Maria. “And frankly, getting away from that desk might do you some good. Mr. Ohlsson did suggest bringing you along to get some real-world analysis on the car.”
Before Leonard could interject, Maria got up from her chair, handing him the rally flyer. “I suggest getting some rest and studying up on navigating, Leo.” Leonard never cared for nicknames, but he gave an exception for Maria; a choice he was now beginning to regret. “I’ve got to get home and start packing.”
Leonard, now alone, was stunned, nervously tapping his pencil between his fingers while staring at the event flyer long after Maria’s footsteps faded from the room. “What have I gotten myself into?”, Leonard quietly spoke to himself. The 1953 Klaffenstein Loop Road Rally stared back at him in bold white letters, the painted mountain looming over the schedule like a dare, or better articulated, a deathwish. Four days. Hundreds of kilometers. Just him and Maria in a car the entire time.
Leonard exhaled slowly and rubbed graphite from his fingers onto the edge of the paper. “This is a terrible idea,” he muttered. His eyes drifted from the drafting table to the flyer, back and forth until his head spun. He dreaded the coming days, and yet, he knew no matter what, he was going to the rally - even if Maria had to drag him there.