TEAM OUTRIDERS
Marc: (holds back of hand against window) Man, it’s boiling out there.
Blake: (Switches control to MAX A/C)
Marc: Why’d you do that? Normal setting was just fine.
Blake: Max means the system recirculates the air in the cabin rather than pulling in outside air. Unless you want to breathe in all that sand.
Marc: No I do not. Whoa, the ass end almost let go. I didn’t think I’d lose any traction with reduced power.
Blake: Well, don’t let up, the trick is to maintain speed on the sand.
Marc: I am maintaining it, this isn’t exactly a dirt rally car.
Blake: Best one I could find for the price.
Marc: Couldn’t you have found a Stag or Lakota with four wheel drive?
Blake: Only ones I found in that price range were on fire. Except the one that was on blocks with a tree growing out of it!
Marc: Whoa, what was that? Oh shit! Come on! Dammit! We’re stuck.
Blake: Son of a bitch!
Marc: I’m gonna try to rock it.
Blake: Don’t you dare! That’s one of the best ways you can fry out the trans, the diff, the wheel bearings. Let’s assess the situation.
(As Blake expected, the Enforcer’s rear wheels dug two ruts in the loose sand with which the car was now stuck. Blake goes to the trunk and retrieves a small folding shovel.)
Blake: Let’s get to work, we gotta dig the car out.
Marc: Okay, give me a shovel.
Blake: I’ve only got the one.
Marc: So what do I do?
Blake: Improvise, find something to dig with, just get on it. You got us stuck, I’m not getting us out by myself.
(After Blake and Marc finished digging the car out, they make a couple attempts which kicked around a lot of sand but yielded little results. After some more digging and frantic effort the two men managed to get the 4200-pound car out of the rut and were once again mobile)
Blake: God that A/C feels good!
Marc: I’m glad we’ve got water, that was exhausting.
Blake: Man, if we had our full engine running we wouldn’t have been in that mess!
Marc: You don’t know that. Besides, for half an engine it’s held up pretty well.
Blake: Yeah, at least we’re not in a rolling steel sweat lodge.
Marc: God, My wife wanted to go to one of those.
Blake: Yeah? How was it?
Marc: Hell if I know, I’m not going to spend $2,000 just to sweat my ass off in a yurt. There are much better ways of dealing with stress that draining your bank account.
Blake: Pot calling the kettle black?
Marc: Shut up!
(Apart from a few more close calls in the sand, Team Outriders makes it to Pearson. Marc went to check out anywhere they could get a bite to eat while Blake went to check out the local auto parts store. The two men reunite in the parking lot of the parts store.)
Marc: Any luck?
Blake: Bah, they could get the injectors… in two to five days! I did get a couple air filters. I’ll replace the one, and we’ll have the other as a spare, God knows what else we’ll have in store. What are we thinking on food?
Marc: There’s a small diner one block over, either that or pizza from the gas station.
Blake: I’m thinking the diner, some place nice to sit down and have a decent meal sounds very appealing.
Marc: Sounds good to me.