TEAM OUTRIDERS
The team wakes up at 06:00, two men take showers while the other two eat breakfast, then they switch. By 07:00 they are packed up and ready to go. Blake is behind the wheel for this morning start.)
Blake: All set?
Marc: Yup.
Zach: Yup.
Luigi: Not yet. We’ve got this bitchin’ stereo system, I say we put it to use.
Blake: Hell yeah!
Marc: Hold on, I know where you’re going with this, I have only one condition.
Luigi: What’s that?
Marc: Play that shit loud!
Luigi: Yeah!
(Blake turns the key, the big block roars to life. Luigi plugs in an MP3 player and switches it to the song everyone… well everyone but maybe Zach has on their mind.)
Blake: Let’s hit the bricks! YEE HAW!!!
(The Enforcer takes off with a flurry of (intentional) wheelspin. After throwing the car into a couple sliding figure 8s Blake turns the car onto the road and they take off in a roar of thunder!)
Zach: Jesus Dad, are you crazy?
Blake: Oh come on, where’s your sense of adventure?
Zach: Back at the hotel, but don’t worry, my mortality took its place.
Blake: You’re much too tense, you gotta learn to live a little.
Zach: Dying in a wreck isn’t what I’d call living.
Marc: Don’t tell me you’ve never had fun in the snow. Throwing the car into skids and practicing getting out of them.
Zach: My first car was a Petoskey Legion, not exactly known for taking honors at the drag strip.
Luigi: Those were pretty solid though.
Blake: Vast amounts of metal between your child and the tree he will inevitably hit.
Zach: I never hit a tree.
Blake: Thank God no, but if you had then at least you’d be walking away from it.
Luigi: Anyone know what the weather forecast is?
Marc: Light snow, and it looks like it may pick up later in the day. Expect snow all day, slippery roads, and an Italian homo in the front seat.
(Luigi turns around to give Marc the finger)
Luigi: sigh I’ve been in this country too long.
Marc: That’s what we’ve all been saying for over twenty years!
Luigi: Blow me! How’re we doing on gas?
Blake: We’ve got a quarter tank.
Luigi: Hey, maybe our esteemed Police chief will take a crowbar to his wallet for once and buy the next tank.
Marc: I understand, since you blew all your savings on midget hookers.