One Last Hurrah [FINAL RESULTS]

[yurimacs]

Team X/2000

So, its the run for the celebrating of a passing away of the famous KEE car design engine. Nothing so important for the son of a car designer Iman Kent. Iman Kent is waiting for the moment where he will enjoy his break away from school.

Iman Kent , 19, has always been a boring person at school,but atleast he gets good grades and good conduct.

Back to the story, Iman Kent wanted to try camping. But his father, Karmmen Fabian has other ideas. Karmmen has always wanted to go on a road trip with other people in his life.

Karmmen Fabian ,41, was always a wonder-and-ponder person. He always dreamed of the perfect road trip.

Iman: So, let me get this straight.You want me to go on a road trip with you in a project car?
Karmmen: Yes,I want us to bond together in a creative way.
Iman: Dont you think this would be dangerous?
Karmmen: Relaaaaaaaax! With my years of experience, we can make a wonderful car.
Iman: . . . . . . . . . . Fine! As long as i get something in return.
Karmmen: sheesh! can’t a father get a little love from his son.
Iman blushes
Iman: Stop dad! it feels weird.

3 months later

After months of sourcing parts for the project car and building it, it has come to life.

Fabian X/2000

The engine was an unknown 2.8L turbocharged I6, which was originally N/A but with the turbo it produced 292hp.

The body was an older kitcar model which was unnamed, which was weird considering how it was registered.

All the parts that were required to be assembled came with it, so everything was going in schedule and organized.


Iman: So dad,Why are you planning to do this run?
Karmmen: Well, really how do i put this…
Iman: What is it dad?
Karmmen: Well, i always wanted to run my company in the past. I knew i wanted to make my own cars and make money. But alas, financial issues have shot down my dreams like a gun.
Iman: So why do you still pursue it?
Karmmen: Because i know that one day, i will be known not as an ordinary man but someone who contributed to the world and i need a supporter who can help me finance this whole project.
Iman: . . . . . . . . . Dad
Karmmen: What?
Iman: I support all your plans and decisions. I want to help you so badly, I know you have so much potential to be one of the greats and I know you wont let me down.
Karmmen: Really?.. Son, I know you can’t help now. But if you really want to help me so badly, I will make you my co-creator of the company.
Iman: Thats great.
Karmmen: Now lets get to work, son.

And the mood was set, now everything was set for what will be the fate of a father and son in this grueling 3000 mile journey. Stay Tuned for more.....

[Imperator]

Day 1 of Preparation

The Lincolnshire Yellowbellies set out on preparing the Bolero 4x4 for the competition.

Corey - So, assuming that Canada is going to be snowy, we need to pack snow equipment such a small shovels for when we get stuck, and snow chains for the wheels…
Sajed - Do we need ski’s?
Corey - No Saj, we don’t have time for stuff like that
Sajed - oh… (clearly disappointed)
Luke - So how are we going to deal with food?
Corey - well, assuming we don’t break down or get lost we need food for 3000 miles, a trip an average speed of 50 mph , we need… 60 hours worth of driving so we need to stop roughly 3 times , so 3 days of food.
Luke - that’s a lot
Sajed - especially with corey here

A few hours pass and all the food is packed, including a literal feast for Lola the dog. Corey has gone out to get a spare wheel and come see back instead with a crate of beer. The men get hammered, and attempt to work on the rover at midnight. Find out what happens to the truck tomorrow morning

[HighOctaneLove]

OLH Day -2, Melbourne Australia

Team Mountain Pass Bio

A nondescript office, Fitzroy, Melbourne, 09:00 AEST

After spending a few days leisurely packing for the trip to the USA, Pierre was sitting at his desk, drinking coffee. Pierre liked to relax before flying anywhere as he had a secret fear of flying and, therefore, he needed time to prep for the aluminium coffin ride in his near future. Just as he’d finished watching a weird 1940’s car design competition video on Youtube, Pierre was startled by the phone ringing; no-one rang him before lunch, ever!

P: “Uhhh, hello? Pierre speaking”

A: “Hey Pierre! It’s me, Andy! Get your shit together man, we gotta catch a plane in like, 2 hours!!!”

Pierre tried to reply but only an unintelligible grunt, followed by a spluttered cough, was able to leave his lips. Two hours!!! It takes at least that long to get through all the security!!! Pierre’s heart beat faster, what had gone wrong?

A: “Get a grip man! drink some more of that godawful coffee you like so much and meet me in the lobby ASAP and I’ll explain on the way!”

Pierre mumbled his assent, hung up the phone, wolfed down his coffee, grabbed his go bag and ran to the lift, stabbing the down button several times in his haste to get moving…

DING!!! The elevator doors opened and Pierre jumped inside (thankfully the elevator was empty) and force closed the doors with the appropriate button…

Cheery elevator music

Upon reaching the lobby, Pierre found Andrew and they rushed outside where Andy’s S12 Gazelle was sitting, idling, with an intern jammed in the back with their luggage.

A: “Get in!!!”

P: “What’s the intern for?”

A: “Really!?! With all that’s happening right now, you wanna know about the intern???”

P: “Well yeah, he doesn’t look very comfy back there…”

Some muted groans from the back seat may or may not have sounded like “It’s cool, there’s heaps of room back here!”

A: “Don’t worry about him, he’s taking my car back from the airport; parking is too damn expensive otherwise!”

P: “Fair enough, so what’s with the rush? Did you get the date wrong or something?”

Andrew is ducking and weaving through the traffic, barely making progress because Aussie spec S12’s are shit.

A: “Kyle contacted me yesterday, the start location for this race is in Quebec, Canada and is gonna, most likely, end in New Orleans! We have to catch an earlier flight because, to get it really cheap, we have to go via lots of carriers…”

P: “Oh no, what have you done! These airlines aren’t very safe, are they?”

A: “Depends on what you call safe… I’m not worried, personally, but they might have different rules than the usual carriers…”

P: “Who are they??? Tell me, tell me now!!! … Wait a minute, we’re not headed to the airport… Where are we headed, you ass!!!”

A: “Relax, relax… We’re flying via RAAF airlines! There’s a military exercise being conducted between Australia and Canada and we’re hitching a ride to save some cash!”

P: groans “Oh shit, we’re gonna get arrested as spies!!! I’m too young to die…”

Andrew lapses into silence as they drive out to the local RAAF base where, much to Pierre’s shock, they’re waved inside then allowed to drive onto the tarmac up to the gaping maw of the rear of a storm grey C-117 Globemaster. Once their luggage is stowed, the intrepid pair of reporters are seated together on a rear facing, fold down seat that is actually more comfy than most economy seats on your average airliner…

Sometime later at 50,000 feet

A: “See, it’s not so bad… Just relax and enjoy the taxpayer funded ride of a lifetime.”

P: “How is Kyle getting our car to Quebec?”

A: “Huh?”

P: Louder and slightly more frantic “The race car, ya bellend, how are we going to get to the start of the race?”

A: “Relax, all taken care of… It’s waiting for us at the Quebec RCAF airfield; I had the car shipped as proceeds of crime!”

P: " I have a really bad feeling about this…"

TO BE CONTINUED

[Mythrin]

Team Kent Croissants

The south-eastern brits are back again for another round of extensive driving across the United States in a car ‘worth’ 500 dollars.

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Somewhere near Dorking, Surrey, England, Drizzle

The three guys got out of a dark blue, 2005 Erin Visto Mark 3 1.2, then walked up the driveway of a detached 3 bedroom house … with a garage.

The tallest of the three with light-ish brown half spiked up hair knocked on the door which was opened by a man of around 65 years old who ushered them towards the garage. He swung the garage door upwards to reveal a dark blue 1986 Ceder Ciervo. Old bicycles and assorted tat lined the sides of the garage. The man lifted a box was moved from the bonnet and the square of dustless paint left revealed how long the car had been sitting.

“400 quid? Cash” asked the tallest of the three putting his hand into his poket and removing a bunch of notes held together with a elastic band.

After negotiating a little bit with the man, who was the sort of person who knew he was never going to do anything with the car but was still dreaming of somehow fixing the car, they agreed on paying £402 for the car, for some reason the two made a difference.

“Space look at the space” said Jordan sprawling across the back seats basking in the expanse of of the rear.

“The sunroof works aswell and look at that steering wheel!” added Aaron sticking his spiky haired head through the opening in the roof after he finished ogling at the L shaped centre of the steering wheel.

“And leather it smells so … dusty and how could a dashboard be so square. It’s like a Rolls-Royce compared to the Friala” replied Damien feeling across the dashboard.

“V6 aswell it’s asthmatic but more than double the CC’s of the Friala, 5 gears on the floor, fuel injection, leather what more do you need.” said Aaron rather pleased with the reaction he was recieving. “I was looking for a Cidari but they’re going up in price massively now and they drink like a fish”

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Aaron Robinson - the person with the mechanical know how in the group and will not stop the car even if it is belching, smoking or rattling unless he deems appropriate.

Damien Taylor - owns a MK3 Erin Visto and drives it suprisingly calmly and has now developed a competitive streak after spending hours over the past months on GT Sport.

Jordan Taylor - painted the decals on the Friala for Aaron’s spell in amatuer rallying and is still shaken up from when he was swayed into being co-driver for the season.

[Awildgermanappears]

[In thick russian accent] “Are you finished loading your stuff in the trunk yet?”

“No, I have to tetris the shit out of that miserable boot because YOU decided we should enter the least practical option we had. Why did we not take that Monolith instead. You love these. We could have fit our stuff and still sleep in it to save the tents and Motel fees. And even a shitty smogged 330 Rockway with a redneck turbo setup will outlast that 3.0.”

[In thick russian accent] “Exactly. I know Monolith inside out, so I’ll never drive one without a diesel engine. And you forget that a 400hp Turbo V8 is a terrible Idea in a mostly stock 1980s Minivan on ancient all-seasons.”

“A 1980s Monolith has a far better chassis than that Jager turd. Remind me to pick up a couple bottles of Jagermeister on our way to the start line. That seems appropriate”

[In thick russian accent] “But there would be no challenge in the Van, those things are way to overbuilt to break. And same with the Nohda. No risk.”

“You daily a Saminda, and now you’re telling me that you are a risk taker?”

[In thick russian accent] " Da, now get your shit finished, we’re bound to set sails in less than an hour"

“Blyat where are the ratchet straps, I need to tie the spare to the roof.”

[In thick russian accent] “You forget I used them to hold the rear axle in place and keep us alive should the trailing link break in half.”

“Oh yeah right, why’d you pick the Jager again?”

[Madrias]

Team V6 Vandals

Before the Run - Part 1

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Amy was busy replacing the three windshield wipers on the Truckling when the news came in about their starting location. She looked up as Luke came running across the garage, managing to kick over a tool box in his combat boots on the way, sending tools all over the floor. Luke stepped on a garage creeper in his haste to get over there in a hurry, using the wheeled contraption as a rather unstable skateboard.

“What’s the rush, Luke?” Amy asked as Luke bailed off of the creeper, sending it flying across the garage, where it slammed into the door of the paint booth.

“Location data for the race start just came in. Affix winter blades to the wipers, we’re starting in Canada.” Luke said. “A little way outside Quebec City, if these coordinates are correct.”

Jake and Cody came running out of the break room with the same news, only to see the trail of destruction leading up to the car, and Luke talking with Amy.

“So, looks like it could be as cold as the inside of a glacier at the start, and somewhere in the southern US, we’re stopping, so… Let’s make sure the heat and the A/C work.” Cody said.

“Yeah, and now would be a good time to drain the coolant and actually make sure it’s a proper mix. Otherwise, we’ll freeze up.” Jake added.

“So, winter wipers, coolant change, heater and air conditioning. Anything else to add to the checklist?” Amy asked.

“Bring some spare clothes, because we’re going to need winter gear and we’re going to need warm weather gear. The run’s supposed to be over 3,000 miles, so we need to increase our supplies to compensate.” Luke replied. “Thankfully, we’ll be able to find hotels and campgrounds on the way, so lodging is covered, and food’s easy enough to deal with, there’s plenty of grocery stores, we have a hot-plate and a charcoal grill, plus there’s always fast-food. Fuel is, at least, a minor concern. We get 24 MPG, and we have an oil-leak somewhere, which we need to keep an eye on.”

“Forgetting something, Luke?” Amy asked.

“No. Transportation has already been figured out for how to get there. I’ve already gotten the three of you a business-class flight ahead, and I’ll drive the Truckling over the border on the back of our flat-bed tow truck. I’ll have one of the Raceworks Division drive the tow rig back home.” Luke said.

“Wait, you mean… I get to go on an airplane?!” Cody said, grinning.

“Yeah, and business class, too. Not the cramped seats of economy.” Jake said. “You’re not coming by plane, Luke?”

“Of course not.” Amy said. “Last time we went through an airport, Luke caused a bit of a stir. He’s made of metal, and, well, they didn’t like that he’s got this huge chunk of lead shielding around his upper chest. Naturally, Luke tried to explain it, but…”

“But the idiot heard ‘Reactor’ and went, if you’ll pardon the bad pun here, thermonuclear. Suffice it to say that I’m not allowed on airliners. Private planes, sure, but not an airliner. Not that I particularly care. I don’t fit in their definition of a ‘seat’ anyway.” Luke said, finishing Amy’s statement.

“Wait, so… You’re nuclear?” Cody asked.

“Of course. What, did you think I was just a walking bucket of batteries?” Luke replied. “No, I was assembled with enough fuel to last 25 years.”

“And it’s safe? Like, I’m not going to turn green or have my hair fall out from being around you?” Cody asked.

“You’re safe, Cody. Luke goes through a quarterly maintenance check to ensure his lead shielding is still intact. His last service record was-”

“11 days, 5 hours, 14 minutes, and 33 seconds ago. A complete pass, though if you desire, I can have the results printed for you, with necessary redactions to keep classified stuff classified. Suffice it to say that you’re in more danger from the cell-phone in your pocket, listening to the radio, sitting in front of an old CRT television, or laying on the beach on a sunny day. I’d be more worried about flying in an airliner full of people than about sitting in a car next to me. So many germs.” Luke said.

“No thanks. I’ll take your word for it.” Cody replied after a few seconds.

“I appreciate that. The report is 25 pages long, double sided, after all.”

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A few days later

Amy, Jake, and Cody sat in their hotel room, having broken into the board games to pass the time. However, their messing around with Clue was broken up by screeching tires in the hotel parking lot, followed by a couple minutes later, a knock on the door. Amy got up and let Luke in, then said, “Been a while. Third game of Clue those two have played, and that’s after two games of chess and one of checkers. Was dreading the eventual game of Monopoly. How’s the Truckling?”

“As predicted. Heat works well, and that V6 cruises nicely. So, the start is in a couple days, and we’re here. Enjoying the vacation so far?” Luke responded.

“Yeah. It’s not as chaotic as I expected. I’m sure that’ll change soon, though.”

[yurimacs]

Team X/2000 (Planning stage and Summary)

The duo have already been registered for the run and are now doing planning. All so good so far, except when they received the message that it would start somewhere in Canada and it well likely be snowy.

Karmann: . . . . . . . . . . What a load of RUBBISH . . . .
Iman: Why not put winter tyres?
Karmann: It’s not so simple son, with the suspension set-up in our car and 292 horses on the rear, the tyres effect will be little to none unless we drive carefully.
Iman:. . . . . . . Ok.
Karmann: putting the problem aside, its time for planning!

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Strategy Phase:

Food will be ready-to-eat pack and 3L of tea in a Thermos. The volume will be enough to last the journey

Spare parts and accessories will be just be toolbox, winter chains and spare tyres. If we are lucky enough, we might see a parts shop at the right time

Entertainment will be a box of cassette tapes for Karmmen and an Mp3 for Iman. 3 pieces of powerbanks for Iman’s Mp3 will be suffice for Iman, unless he spends the whole day on the damn thing.

Departure to Canada will be by Tomorrow, hoping that all goes smoothly.

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Karmenn: So with the planning done, meeting dismissed.

Karmenn and Iman leaves casually

[abg7]

Team Thunder Taxi

A group of four enthusiasts (two each from the United States and Canada) wanting to accomplish what Team Big Blue (which they are close friends of) couldn’t last time: reach the finish.

The Car

A 2000 Rigel Motors RG4 5.7 that spent the first 10 years of its life as a premium taxi in Toronto, Ontario, after which it was sold to a private buyer in Los Angeles, California. The new owner used it as his daily driver, putting lots of miles on it in the process, and by the time Team Thunder Taxi acquired it, the odometer had read well over 200,000 miles. Despite the high mileage, this car has no faults - at least, none that the crew are aware of. Speaking of which…

The Crew

Jack Burns: A 27-year-old online motoring journalist from San Diego, CA. A close friend of Team BAGS and Team Big Blue, he will be the lead driver on this tour, and named the team Thunder Taxi after listening to the car as it rolled into the garage, which made him remark: “It’s a taxi… and it sounds like thunder.”

Chris Townsend: 23-year old rallyist from Toronto, Ontario who hopes his performance on this tour will get the pro-level teams noticed. Another close friend of Team Big Blue, he will serve as the team’s navigator - a fitting role given that he has been a co-driver for several seasons.

Bob Hunt: Age 28, this mechanic from Fort Worth, TX was recently headhunted for his extensive knowledge of many brands’ cars, including the Rigel Motors RG4 he will soon be riding in. He originally wanted to join Team Big Blue only to miss out due to a lack of vacancies in that team. This, then, is the chance he has been waiting for.

Vince Paulsen: Hailing from Vancouver, British Columbia, he recently turned 21 and has been following Chris’ exploits over the past few years. He has joined the team with the hopes of enjoying what should be the adventure of a lifetime.

Armed with their skills and a car that used to be an upmarket urban taxi, the team gritted their teeth and made their way to Quebec City…

[Awildgermanappears]

Somewhere on the side of the road, 56 miles to the starting line.

“You found it yet?”

[In thick russian accent] “Maybe”

“Go on…”

[In thick russian accent] “A Bolt has sheared”

“What kind of Bolt.”

[In thick russian accent] “Rod bearing”

“So much for a recently rebuilt engine”

[In thick russian accent] “He didn’t say it was done properly”

“He was technically not wrong, and now?”

[In thick russian accent] “Just pull the rod altogether and weld the Piston in place so we don’t lose too much oil”

“At the current rate we’ll run out of cylinders to lose two thirds into the event.”

[In thick russian accent] “Exactly”

And thus the struggle recommences

[Radster]

Team Shitbox Brothers: pre race 2.

Original post.

(For flavor, read any line said by Ana or Alejandro in a thick Spanish accent).

Night before the start of the race. Both brothers are on the road towards the starting line. Ana is once again driving, while Alejandro plays some synths on his phone. This one is sounding at the moment.

Alejandro: “Still quite a few kilometres to go…can we switch seats sis?”

Ana: “Not a chance, I’m enjoying this too much. Anyways, looks like we’re just a couple or so kilometres away from the starting point, and the race starts tomorrow.”

The two brothers pull up at the starting line, parking their car in a place they wouldn’t be too much of an obstacle at.

Alejandro: “Pass me a sleeping bag.”

Ana: “And here we are, yet again…now we wait for the competition to show up. Did you come up with any strategy?”

Alejandro: “Well, first of all if we want to win we need to make it to the finish line. And the new route is twice as long, probably twice as harsh as we go from the cold north to the blistering hot south and the competition is probably going to be as fierce as last time. We’ve got ourselves into a nice challenge.”

Ana: “Hopefully not timing belts will be snapped this time. More than 3000 miles is no joke, hopefully the car will be able to take it…and don’t drink all of the energy drinks without telling me this time, you ass. So let’s do a quick check. Spare fuel?”

Alejandro: “Check.”

Ana: “Spare parts?”

Alejandro: “Timing belt, spark plugs and a spare alternator, appart from the tools. Check.”

Ana: “Food?”

Alejandro: “Food for a couple of days, depends on how we ration it. A six pack of energy drinks too. Check.”

And the two brothers kept checking their inventory, making sure everything was ready for the upcoming race.

To be continued.

[Zabhawkin]

Team Redneck preliminary part 2

Upon finding out the location of the starting point the two toss in their winter hunting gear then head to the Sheriffs office in the truck to get Jake’s drivers license.

Otis, "It looks like its going to be closer to 3 weeks before we get back, It starts in Ontario, and we think we may be headed all the way to Louisiana, but were not sure where the finish line is yet.

Sheriff, “Well I guess he will go all summer without his license”

Jake, “Aw common, you know old lady Henderson is exaggerating about how fast I was going.”

Sheriff, “True, but the other witnesses weren’t, and we all know that wasn’t an isolated incident” the Sheriff mumbles “Definitely your fathers son”

Otis, “What?”

Sheriff, “Nut didn’t fall far from the tree”

Jake, “Sounds like you might have some stories to tell me, that maybe I could use to not be in so much trouble at home”

Sheriff, “Oh I have stories, but you ain’t gonna get them from me, your enough of a handful without having the well you did X as an excuse”

Otis, “If my memory serves you were involved in your fair share of those too”

Sheriff, “You better get out of here before I change my mind, and no telling him those stories either or there will be hell to pay for both of us.”

Four long days later the pair arrive in Quebec and immediately head to the parts store for a packet of 20 amp fuses and every relay they can get their hands on that will fit the HVAC.

Jake, “Maybe we should have fixed that since the last race”

Otis, “Didn’t think it was that big of a problem, besides it only blew one relay last time, thought it was an isolated incident, and its not like we depend on this old thing that much anymore”

Jake, “Its gonna suck if it goes out completely during a snow storm, or when we are in the humid hot south.”

Otis, “Yup”

They check into a hotel then start trying to diagnose the problem, made worse by the fact that everything is currently working just fine.

[Awildgermanappears]

At a gas station very close to the starting point

“Look what I found, some guy nearby is selling an '85 Blazer with the 325 within the budget, c’mon Yurij we can still have a fighting chance of completing this competition”

[In thick russian accent] “Oh the 325 I-Head? Those had more peak torque than the V8 and at like 1500rpm, they’re brilliant!”

“See! You know it too the Jager is the worst car currently running in the western hemisphere!”

[In thick russian accent] “But its still running so I won’t change my mind. But remind me to pick the Blazer up after we win this”

Headbutting intensifies

[In thick russian accent] “Пизда”

A friendly fist to the face knocks Frank unconsious, shortly afterwards the buttersmooth 5 cylinder straight six roars into life, quickly falls into a stable idle at 350rpm and swiftly diesels away

[VicVictory]

@Awildgermanappears

the buttersmooth 5 cylinder straight six roars into life

Note to self: do not buy butter in that part of the world.

[Nicholander]

Just Another Racing Team

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Just Another Car Blog
Feb. 11 2018 by Scott Harris

By now most of you have who have seen my Twitter have noticed the rather unusual car that I have bought, especially considering my tastes. Well, as some of you have guessed correctly…
I’m entering the One Last Hurrah Tour.
And of course I need a car!

Presenting the 1997 Takemi Endura Sedan!
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Yeah…
Not exactly glamorous is it. As you all know, the One Last Hurrah Tour, like many, requires your team to get, try and fix up and hopefully drive a ~$500 car for a more than 2000 mile road trip in the least time possible. I managed to get this Endura for $450, sitting in the back of a local used car dealership.

The Takemi Endura was (and still is) the Japanese Takemi Motors main family car model. Today the current 7th generation model is something of a cross between a luxury and family sedan, but the Endura originally started out in the US of A as one of the hot new cheap, economical sub-compacts taking advantage of the 1973 Oil Crisis. Over time however, it devolved into one of the lower-end, budget cars in the USDM, as Takemi started to focus more and more into designing high performance cars for it’s home JDM market.

The ‘peak’ of this trend was the 5th generation, released in 1997. Today, it is just another throwaway 90’s budget sedan, among the Kia Spectra and 1st gen Ford Focus. The base model made 103 HP, had 5 seats, weighed 2500 pounds and made 20-something miles per gallon. It was designed to be cheap and affordable, nothing else.

The specific trim I get here was the ‘Sport-Base Manual’, according the the owner’s manual found stuffed in the glove box. From what I can tell online, all this was was just the regular model but with VVT, slightly higher compression, and a slightly different front bumper and a little lip on the trunk. Trades in 3 less MPG for 10 more horsepower. Nothing really more than just a gimmick to get people to spend just a little more on their shiny new shitbox. And of course thankfully the model I got here is a good 'ol 5-speed Manual, not a hellish slushbox.

The Endura I now have sitting in my garage (unfortunately) doesn’t seem to be in too bad of a shape, despite the 200k+ miles on it. When I got it it was long overdue for some fluid changes, but after that and tightening a few nuts and bolts I’m feeling pretty confident about it.

Anyway, for the actual Tour I’ll also be taking along my friend Matt. You may have seen him a few times on my Twitter a while back.

But anyways, see y’all next time on Just Another Car Blog.

[VicVictory]

A little over 36 hours left for submissions!

[yurimacs]

Team X/2000 : Departure to Canada

Somewhere in New York

Iman sleeping soundly

Karmenn opens door abruptly

Iman wakes up

Karmenn: TIME TO GO!

Iman: geez. . . . cant you atleast knock the door first?

Karmenn: NO TIME! PACK YOUR THINGS UP AND LETS GO

Iman: Ok. . . . . .
After an hour of packing things

Iman: So we going to Canada now?

Karmenn: Yes we are, and we will find accomodation for the night.

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Edit:

After 5 hours of journey time

passes by Welcome to Canada Sign

Iman: Finally! we are in Canada! Time to sleep atlast. . . . . .
Karmenn: Ok lets us just park near a motel and sleep in the night

And so they slept in for the night, looking for bright day ahead tomorrow, searching for answers and questions. Will they be able to finish the great odyssey in front of them? Stay Tuned

(Note: I made this in the tightest of schedules, story maybe better in the weekend or in my free time. Sorry for the sloppy writing)

[Jaimz]

Canadian Touchdown

Gran: David, it’s awfully cold here and I only have 1 good coat!

Spanners: I know Mrs E. There’s an outdoor survival shop that I’m going to use to stock up on good clothes and blankets!

Gran: And WHAT, may I ask, are THESE?

Spanners: Those are freeze-fried food packages. Just add water and you have a nutritionally healthy meal. It doesn’t taste very good but it’s not awful!

Gran: I don’t know about eating THAT!! I’m sure there will be places to eat along the way.

Spanners: I packed them for emergencies. Add water and voila a meal.

Gran: I suppose we shoud go shopping then.

Mopey: I’ll stay in the car.

Gran: I don’t think so young man. If there’s carrying to be done then I’m NOT doing it!!!

Mopey sighs heavily
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2 hours later………

Mopey: Did you really have to argue with the manager about the cost of things? It was sooooo embarrassing!

Gran: I got a discount didn’t I?

Mopey: Yeah, but it was embarrassing. And it’s heavy.

Spanners: Didn’t occur to me about snowchains.

Gran: Well the manager recommended them and seeing as George and I are driving too I thought it was prudent! You mentioned that we had a dashcam to the manager when he offered one, what’s that?

Spanners: It’s a camera attached to the rear view mirror and another in the back window. It records as we drive along. I thought it was “prudent” after our last journey. It’s on a constant 6 hour loop.

Gran: That’s reassuring. Is that everything done?

Spanners: Not quite……I didn’t realise that it would be THIS cold here. I need to add a LOT more anti-freeze to the coolant, get more screen wash and buy a portable car heater.

Mopey: If only someone had mentioned the temperature from their weather app.

Spanners: I’ll show you where you can stick that weather app….along with the phone!

Gran: Now now boys, no arguing! This coat doesn’t look very nice David.

Spanners: Is it warm?

Gran: Yes, but…

Spanners: No buts, you can wear your smart coat for photos but this coat will keep you a lot warmer which is more important.

Gran: OK then. George and I will go to the hotel while you do whatever you need to the car.

Spanners heads off looking for a garage willing to lend him a ramp for an hour or 2.

[Mythrin]

Team Kent Croissants - Before the Race 1

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4:47 PM, England, Kent, Jordan’s Mum’s Garage

A few days before the beginning of the race all three friends are packing, examining and making tea. Aaron is leaning over in the engine bay tightening and pushing things in securely.

Aaron’s Samsung pings and buzzes on the roof of the Ciervo the email tells that the race is starting near Quebec in Canada and that it ends in the Deep South.

“It’s from the competition organizers we start in Quebec and end deep into the south ‘in between, great waterways of the two nations’ I expect we’ll know when we get there” announced Aaron.

“Canada! That’s about 3000 miles away from the end” said Jordan who had finished wiping away the years of dust and spider crap from the paintwork.

Damien walks through that door baring 3 cups of tea on a tray. “Better pack the blankets and thermos flasks then” he said after taking a sip from his tea. “Better pack some extra warm clothing and a blanket aswell just in case”

“I might be hot aswell when we get to the end, if we get to the end again it’s going to be even more challenging this time” added Aaron worryingly also taking a sip from his tea.“I’ll write a reminder to get some extra snacks we’re gonna need more than last time”

Aaron closed the bonnet of the car and stuck a post-it note on the windscreen titled ‘SNACKS’

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The three were sat in garden chairs enjoying a Chinese takeaway: beef chow mein, chicken in orange sauce, singapore noodles with two sides of egg fried rice.

“Do you reckon any of the other teams will be there again?” asked Damien.

“I reckon so some teams have done every rally since the first one, I think that big red American sedan has completed all the rounds it’s been on” replied Jordan swallowing half a mouthful of chicken. “There’ll probably be some just as terrible and crazy cars this time”

“Yeah remember that green car with the truck engine, I wonder what happened to them. Regardless this big girl has got it cut out for her this ones far longer than last time, with harder weather and she’s older than the Friala, she’s an 86 rather than 93.” responded Damien.

“We made it last time, barely but we still did” Aaron chirped in closing the boot lid after putting one of the cases of Corona in.

Throughout the evening the team ate their way through the entire takeaway, drank most of a case of a 12 pack of Corona and had discussed at length the distance needed to travel in the upcoming race.

[abg7]

Team Thunder Taxi - Prologue

Quebec City, Quebec

In a nondescript garage somewhere in Quebec City, Jack and Bob sat patiently near the door, waiting for their car to arrive.

Jack: I’ve been waiting for our fellow crew members for a while. They should be here any minute now…

Bob: I think they’re here. I can hear something approaching us…

The garage door swung open, and a few seconds later a bright yellow sedan drove into the loading bay. Jack and Bob could now see their teammates, both of whom promptly introduced themselves as they exited the vehicle.

Chris: Nice to meet you. I’m Chris Townsend, navigator to an amateur rally driver. Who he is, or what he drives, doesn’t matter. What matters is that things will be heading south from here… literally.

Vince: All right, we’ll soon be taking this ex-taxi Rigel Motors RG4 on a road trip spanning a few thousand miles. It’s been running perfectly as far as we know, but anything can happen on the long drive ahead.

Bob: You’re ready to uphold the honor of Big Blue and BAGS?

Jack: Sure. I’ll be driving, and Chris, you’ll ride shotgun as our navigator. Bob, meanwhile, will be our mechanic, and Vince… He’s just along for the ride, at least for now.

Chris: Now what should we call this thing we’re taking all the way across the border and beyond?

Jack: Thunder Taxi. Fitting, eh? It’s got a V8 under its hood, after all.

Bob: All in favor say “Aye”.

(All four team members say “Aye” almost immediately.)

Jack: Thunder Taxi it is, then. Now go and get some rest - we need to be in prime condition when the race starts. Bob will take care of whatever supplies we will need. Godspeed, boys, make us proud.

And so Team Thunder Taxi commenced their final preparations before the long journey south. For now, everyone was sure that they could at least cross the border in one piece.

[Puffster]

Team Scandalnavians

R: “So where starting out in Canada then? Doesn’t seem to bad?”

B: “Not at all, I’m reading up on Quebec now, and it actually reminds me of here. Thanks for the drink by the way” as he takes a sip.

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B: “Råger, what the hell,I’m trying to relax here”

R with the widest grin: “Just documenting the beginning of the trip”

B: “Don’t you dare…”

R: “And it’s posted to our facebookpage for the trip”

B: “I’m gonna get you back for that, you know that, right?”

R: “I’m not to worried. Anyways, i got the hydraulic handbrake in place since it’s likely to be some snow on the first legs
of our journey, thinking it’ll help us having fun and do proper cornering since the car is FWD, and got the boost set up properly for the engine. Spare wheel on the back, and the essentials packed in the car”

B: “Well, that’s good at least. How is that tiny thing looking by the way?”

R: " It only weighs in at about 660 kilos, and with the turbo finally tuned at about 24,5 psi of boost we get around 130hp. There are some issues with the cooling system and it’s sweating some oil around the heads, but I hope it’s just the engine settling in. If not, we got duct tape and Akevitt for whatever happens. Since it’s so small I actually managed to arrange air freight to Quebec"

B: “24,5 multiplied by 0,069 equals… 1,7bar of boost??? Jeez, will that thing hold up?”

R: “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

B: “I guess we will”