TEAM OUTRIDERS
Working tirelessly, Blake Worden swaps the place of two injectors, then unplugs two, leaving only four functional injectors on the once mighty V8. Marc Levinstein meanwhile is sitting in the drivers seat waiting for Blake to instruct him on his next task.
Blake: Okay, that should do it. Turn the key on to cycle the fuel pump.
(Marc turns the key to the on position, the fuel pump activates. Blake closes up the left side fuel rail once fuel starts coming out.)
Blake: Okay, switch it off, let me get the other one.
(After a few more minutes both fuel rails are bled of air. Blake grabs a rag to clean off his hands.)
Blake: Okay, now for the moment of truth. Start her up.
(Marc turns the ignition key, the car cranks over, fires, then immediately dies)
Marc: Shit!
Blake: Try it again.
(Once again the engine turns over, fires up, then dies again)
Blake: Son of a bitch! I’m not ready to give up dammit! Come on, start you bitch! You’re an Enforcer! A car that’s made to fight, so fight dammit!
(Marc turns the car over again, this time giving it a little gas. The engine turns over, fires, sputters… then runs!)
Blake: It’s running!
Marc: It’s running!
Blake: IT"S RUNNING!!!
Marc: Have you ever heard such beautiful music in your life? Ha ha ha!
(Marc releases the gas pedal and the car starts to sputter, he quickly puts his foot back on the pedal and feathers it to keep the engine running.)
Blake: Hmm, it seems we don’t have an idle anymore.
Marc: That’s a fun irony. Most of my time sitting in these things that’s all they did, now we can’t.
(Blake closes the hood, gathers up his tools and puts them in the trunk, then gets in the car.)
Marc: Okay, we have less than half our original horsepower, she stalls at idle, we’re out of Ruffles, and we may have some rough driving ahead.
Blake: Hit it!
(The Enforcer takes off at a considerably slower pace than before, but she’s going)
Marc: Oh man, looks like we’ve got some rough trails ahead.
Blake: Theirs not to make reply. Theirs not to reason why. Theirs but to do and die.
Marc: Into the Valley of Death rode the six hundred.
(Some time later when the Enforcer reaches the end of the rough trails)
Marc: Man, the car did better than I thought.
Blake: Thank God I didn’t get a cop version. That stiffer suspension would’ve been deadly.
Marc: What are you talking about, the cop ones are bulletproof.
Blake: I’m talking about us, I think when I get home the first thing I’m gonna do is take a bath in ice.
Marc: Heh heh heh, that’s what you get for being out of shape.
Blake: Screw you, I can’t wait until you retire, then maybe all your aches and pains will come and bite you in the ass!
Marc: Okay, okay, I guess I had that coming. At least it looks like a nice downhill stretch at this part.
Blake: Hey, turn that radio up, I love this song.
Blake: You see those guys in that Bogliq? I heard the poor bastards lost their radio.
Marc: That sucks, but they have their whole engine still.
Blake: Eh, you win some, you lose some. Just because we went down doesn’t mean we’re out.
Marc: True, and she is surprisingly smooth at speed. It takes a while to get to speed, but she can still haul.
Blake: Hey! We have a more modern car than I thought. It’s got a cylinder deactivation system!
Marc: Ha ha ha ha!