Roulette Runner [FINAL RESULTS]

Team Twin-Snail

Day 2, Leg 9


Before the Stage

“How much do we have in the reserve?” Luke asked, tapping the fuel gauge on the dash.

“Not a lot. We’ll be hard-pressed to make the distance with our fuel stores this low.” Linda said, banging on the gas cans in the trunk to find they were rather low on fuel in the reserves as well.

“I don’t like this. We’ve got 3 stages to go, and we might be out because our fuel supplies can’t make it.” Scott said. “Is there anything you can do, Luke?”

“We can shed as much weight as we can from the car. But that comes at a risk of not having that stuff when we need it. If we had a lift, a transmission jack, and enough time, I could re-ball the valve body, change the shift points so we’re more economical, but we don’t have any of those things. We can reduce the load on the engine, but that means any major down-hill sections will need more brakes.”

“How much load can you reduce on the engine?” Amy asked.

“I don’t need power steering, and we’re in a convertible, so we don’t need air conditioning. And the bearings in both of those are awful right now. We could remove the belts, but… I don’t think it’d make a big difference in the grand scheme of things.” Luke said.

“Well, how much can the little things add up?” Linda asked.

“We get 8.8 MPG unloaded in our starting condition. If we lose the air conditioning belt, the power steering belt, oil the flying-crap out of the fan bearings, and gut the radio, we’ll make no change.” Luke replied.

“So what can we do?” Scott asked.

“It’s not legal. If we got pulled over, we’d be in big trouble, as in ‘massive fines’ kind of trouble.” Luke replied.

“No, seriously, at this point, what can we do?” Amy inquired.

“My calculations predict that we could improve fuel efficiency from 8.8 MPG to 9.6 MPG by removing the catalytic converters.” Luke said. “But we lose all emissions legality if we do it.”

“What about the rest of the exhaust?” Scott questioned.

“We might have to ditch it. And our car’s much, much louder than the Erin Berlose that Team Southend-or-Bust has been driving. It drove them crazy when their muffler went.” Luke replied. “But… It might have to be done.”


Day 2, Leg 10

Luke pulled the big beast up to the starting line, this time trying to keep the revs low so that they didn’t burn more fuel than they had to. As the flag dropped, he slowly let out of the brake and gave the car the barest tickle of gas, making it rumble as it began rolling. With no radio on, no lights, nothing that could put a significant drain on the engine, they were driving this stage as economically as possible.

They made their way down the hill, coasting as much as possible to avoid burning fuel as much as they could, each team member looking at the gauges as Luke drove down Jade Lake Road.

It became obvious that Luke’s pace was picked for more than just saving fuel, as he was trying to avoid putting any excessive heat through the engine. The turbos were barely whispering, the intercooler air-side temperature gauge stayed reasonably close to the ambient temperature, and Luke seemed more concerned about the engine temperature than anything else.

“What are you doing, Luke?” Amy asked.

“Trying not to build any extra heat into the engine. The longer it runs without clutching in the cooling fan, the better off it’ll be.”

“Wouldn’t driving faster help that problem too?” Scott commented from the back seat.

“It’d burn more gas. And right now, we can’t afford to blow through fuel like we have been. We need every drop we can get.”

They crawled their way over the finish line at the Historic Jade Trading Post, then set about their duties.


Day 2, Leg 10 Aftermath

Linda finished dumping in the last remaining 5 gallon can of gasoline, dropping the empty container back into the trunk once she was done. “Well, there’s either 44 or 48 miles, depending on whether Luke can dismount the converters. Plus whatever little was left in the gas tank.” she said.

Scott checked the fluids while Luke was under the car, both trying to decide if he could remove the converters and also if he could manage to put the muffler back on, straight off the turbo down-pipe.

“It might be possible, but… I don’t know if I can manage to get those bolts out. We have to make 3 more legs in this car to finish, but we weren’t briefed on how much distance we’d be traveling, or I’d have made sure we had a sufficiently large reserve, more than we brought already.” Luke said.


Car Condition:

Similar to last leg. Potentially missing the Catalytic Converters to improve fuel efficiency.

Team Condition:

MRL +13 overall. Nervous about the fuel supply issue.

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#Team ‘Southend Or Bust’
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The story so far: Three uni students in an un-air conditioned Erin Berlose pushing it and themselves to the limit. They’ve had a rough few legs, both for the car and their friendships, but they seem to have got things back together (crowd goes “Ahhh”).

It was Martin’s turn to the drive once more, though he was getting seriously annoyed at this air con problem. It had been manageable for the last two runs as they’d either had some shade to utilise or they’d been driving fast enough to keep the air moving in the car. But, having just been standing around for 20 minutes waiting for the next leg in the heat, Martin had snapped.

He fell into the car, with the rest of them. “Are you alright mate?” asked James, grabbing the map and taking up position.
“Yeah, it’s just” - Martin paused - “It’s just I’m…”
“What?” asked James, gently.
“…I’M FUCKING HOT, THAT’S WHAT” - Martin was evidently quite hot.
“No no” chuckled Seb, “that’s me, silly”. The joke didn’t go down well.

Thankfully, after Seb’s ridiculing by James and Martin, he found a solution. “Hey, hang on, the start of the next leg is right next to that lake” he announced.
Martin turned to him with a face like a puppy, seeming very hopeful. He immediately started the car, sped over to the starting point and promptly got out when they reached it.
“Ha, that cheered him up” said Seb. The air had stopped moving again and the heat returned. “Though, er, I might have to go join him”.
“Yeah me too” replied James hastily, and they both got out to run after Martin.

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The dip in the lake had made all the difference, and the boys hadn’t even bothered to dry off once they got in the car. It wasn’t like they’d need a lot of time to let it dry out, after all. It was a good run, too, nothing to difficult and the guys had plenty of laughs along the way too.

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Martin crossed over the line and went over to park near the historic trading post. He turned the ignition off and paused. The other two turn to him.
“Look guys” he began. “I know I’m a worryer”
“A warrior or worry-er?” questioned James, prompting a smile from Martin.
“The latter” he said, jokingly. “Anyway, I know I worry a lot and I’ve particularly worrisome on this thing what with a slightly mechanically unsound car and all, but…” - he stopped for a moment - “I just want to say thank you for putting up with it. Because, you know, you dragged me into this James knowing full well I might be like this, and yet you were more concerned about my mechanical knowledge than my, er, habits, shall we say”

“Oh man” said James, blushing a little. “I’m gonna fucking tear up in a second” he mocked.
“But seriously, thank you, both of you, for putting up with me. And also thank you for making this so much fun. Even if we don’t make it to the end, it’s been so great doing this with you guys. You guys in particular, and I only hope you think the same”.

Seb thought for a moment. “Yeah, it’s been alright” he said before pretending to get out of the car. Martin and James laughed. He turned to Martin “No, but I get what you’re saying. It has been a lot of fun. Heck, I dare say we might be up for doing it again”
“Careful now” said James. All the boys got out of the car to go and check the incoming competitors and the museum too. Things were ‘great’. Just great, right now.

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Day 2 Leg 11 Data

Historic Jade Trading Post to Trout Lake via FR 3912A

Steep in places, and full of snags and hazard, this spur climbs quickly to a small fishing lake known mostly by the locals (and anyone with an internet connection).

Length 5; Avg Grade 6; Max Grade 12

@Madrias
LAE Exact; MRL 0; Notes: Everyone is watching that gas gauge. TEAM MORALE IS VERY HIGH.

@DeusExMackia
LAE High (fast); MRL +1; Notes: Trout Lake also made for a good quick soak.

@Mikonp7
LAE DNF; MRL -5 (still positive overall); Notes: CRITICAL FAILURE: multiple fatigue fractures along the length of the rusted-out frame.

@JohnWaldock
LAE High (slow); MRL -1; Notes: Leg completed, but still doesn’t have enough power to maintain pace. TEAM MORALE VERY HIGH.

@BobLoblaw
LAE High (fast); MRL +1; Notes: None. TEAM MORALE AT MAXIMUM.

@Dorifto_Dorito
LAE - High (slow); MRL +); Notes: None. TEAM MORALE AT MAXIMUM.

@Darkshine5
LAE - High (fast); MRL -1; Notes; Lack of comfort is starting to take its toll after nearly 2 full days. TEAM MORALE VERY HIGH.

@EnryGT5
LAE High (slow); MRL +1; None. TEAM MORALE AT MAXIMUM.

@titleguy1 / @ramthecowy
LAE High (slow); MRL -1; Notes: Sputtering continues. Fuel starvation is slowing the van. TEAM MORALE VERY HIGH.

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With all but eight entries having fallen by the wayside, this challenge has turned out to be a true test of durability and crew ingenuity!

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As a note on that, last year’s OG 500 (in Oregon) had a dropout rate of just under 50%.

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Team Twin-Snail

Day 2, Leg 10


Before the Stage

“Looks like we’re as ready as we’re going to get.” Luke said, looking at the fuel gauge.

“Shame that we’re gonna have to give up the cooking block for fuel efficiency, but… I’d rather make it instead of running out of gas.” Amy said. They left a pile of car parts and some cheap pots and pans at the Trading Post, as well as one ceramic brick.

The four of them got back into the land-barge that’d been their home for the past couple days, then headed out to the starting line.

“Just remember, Luke, we finish this stage, there’s only two more to go.” Scott said.

“I just hope there’s a gas station or something where we can top up the tank soon, because I don’t want to be stranded out here. There might be bugs.” Linda grumbled out.


Day 2, Leg 11

Knowing that the fuel was low and that this stage was all uphill, Luke knew he had to drive as efficiently as possible. “9.6 MPG. We need to avoid burning fuel as much as possible.” Linda said, as the flag dropped. Luke rolled into the power, trying to keep the engine cool. Everyone felt the clunk of the gearbox changing gears as they climbed the hilly road, everyone focusing on the gas gauge, bobbing lightly as the float in the tank moved around.

“I wish it’d quit moving.” Scott said.

“Don’t say that!” Everyone else said at the same time.

“That just means we’re out of gas if it stops, Scott.” Luke said. “I’d rather have it bobbing like this, even though it’s not optimal for reading it.”

It was a long, mostly slow drive with no radio, and Scott’s attempt at “99 bottles of beer on the wall” was cut short when Linda threatened to tape his mouth shut. However, they did make it to Trout Lake, and apparently did so with good time.


Day 2, Leg 11 Aftermath

All of Team Twin-Snail watched as everyone arrived, counting cars.

“Someone didn’t make it.” Luke said. “The old riot-van’s gone.”

“Shame we didn’t nick their gas.” Scott said. “Would’ve given us a chance, at least.”

“That’s not being a good sport, Scott.” Linda snapped.

“Well, how are we going to make it with basically nothing in the gas tank?” Amy inquired.

“We’ll make it. I don’t yet know how, but we’ll make it. We have to. I’d say we could disable half the engine’s fuel injectors, but… We really wouldn’t gain from that at all. It’d lose us so much power that we’d be crawling along, burning more fuel while not going anywhere at all.” Luke said.

“How about asking one of the other teams for fuel?” Scott asked.

“This close to the finish line? We’d be lucky if they didn’t siphon the rest of ours to seal our fate, take one more team out of the chances for the prize.” Luke replied. “No, we’ve got to solve this ourselves.”


Car Condition:

Missing catalytic converters, mufflers attached directly to manifolds. Lightened up by removing the can of broken junk, the catalytics, the spare catalytic from the trunk, Luke’s miscellaneous pots and pans, Amy’s small grill, and the empty food wrappers Scott put in the trunk. The only empty containers left in the vehicle are the gas cans. Fluids topped up, containers thrown in the trash.

Team Condition:

MRL +13 (No Change). Hoping for a lucky break. Worried about the gas problem.

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Well. At least i have a hella stanced van now…

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Day 2 Leg 12 Data

“The Orchard Run”, FR3912A to private roads

Back down to the valley, then across the river to another private landowner. A bit of an eccentric, this guy has an old orchard that he is about to cut down and re-plant. A course through the rows of trees has been planned. Plenty of potential snags here…

Length 15; Avg Grade 2; Max Grade 12 (downhill from Trout Lake)

@Madrias
LAE High (fast); MRL 0; Notes: It looks like it’s close, but the team might make it on fuel. The side panels of the Sinistra, on the other hand, will have several new scratches from some low branches. TEAM MORALE IS VERY HIGH.

@DeusExMackia
LAE High (slow); MRL -1; Notes: Getting hot again.

@JohnWaldock
LAE High (fast); MRL -1; Notes: Power wasn’t as bothersome on this portion, but the power steering fluid is probably all gone, given how heavy low-speed turning is now. TEAM MORALE VERY HIGH.

@BobLoblaw
LAE High (fast); MRL -2; Notes: Engine suddenly sounds like a can of ball bearings in a paint shaker. Noticeable vibration, but power doesn’t seem to be affected. TEAM MORALE VERY HIGH.

@Dorifto_Dorito
LAE - High (slow); MRL +0; Notes: None. TEAM MORALE AT MAXIMUM.

@Darkshine5
LAE - High (slow); MRL -2; Notes; Lack of comfort is increasing its toll. TEAM MORALE VERY HIGH.

@EnryGT5
LAE High (fast); MRL +0; None. TEAM MORALE AT MAXIMUM.

@titleguy1 / @ramthecowy
LAE High (fast); MRL +; Notes: Starting to get a handle on the fuel starvation, made up a little time. TEAM MORALE VERY HIGH.

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#Team ‘Southend Or Bust’
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The story so far: Three uni students almost at the end of this gruelling challenge. They’ve managed to stay cool for the last few runs thanks to conveniently placed lakes, but without them, the lack of air con is becoming a problem.

The air con fan started whining again. It had in fact been whining for well over half a day now, but it was now making new a new whine. Martin tried hitting the dash in a different spot this time. It didn’t make a difference.
“Stay with it, Martin” said James, scanning the map.
“I know, I know” Martin replied, some sweat shining on his face. “These orchards are nice though”.
“Yeah, interesting choice of route, isn’t it” said James, his thoughts turning to his love of Cider.

Seb was far more adept at dealing with this heat than the other two; he was from Spain, after all. But being stuck in a now rather sweaty car was getting annoying.
“I dread to think of the next owner of this car” he said, smiling. “There’s, uh, how do I say it, a lot of sweat in these seats now!”
“Ewww, dude” said James, grimacing, “I don’t want to think about that!”. Seb laughed.

“Ha…” chuckled Martin, trying not to think about how mad he was being driven by this heat. How much longer he could really take was questionable. Worse still was dealing with the fact that he couldn’t just fix this problem. This wasn’t a dodgy sparkplug or some grinding noise coming from the wheels; it’d require the whole of the dashboard to be taken off.

Maybe he’d be driven so mad, he’d actually try to do that out here.

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Team Twin-Snail

Day 2, Leg 11


Before the Stage

“Hey, Luke! Next stage has some downhill in it.” Linda yelled.

“Might know a few hypermiling tricks I learned from driving my old Surge that I could adapt and put into use on this leg of the run…” Luke replied, contemplating the strategy.

“Oh?”

“Ever driven an old Storm Surge, 2004 era?”

“I have.” Amy said, as Linda shook her head. “Oldest trick in the book with the 3XR is to turn the ignition off with the gearbox in neutral going down a hill. Even on a car like this, the fuel consumption to re-fire the engine is nothing compared to what it’d waste running closed-throttle down the hill. Just you’ve gotta have strong legs to use the brakes, because there’s no vacuum brake booster when you do that, and there’s no power steering, either.”

“Exactly. But I have strong legs, and I’m strong enough to turn the wheel with no power steering. I’m 93-percent confident that we’ll make it through this leg and have enough fuel for one more leg.” Luke said.

“What’s the other 7 percent?” Scott asked.

“Well, a 4 percent chance that we finish the leg with insufficient fuel to make the next one. 2 percent chance we end up with insufficient fuel to finish the leg. 0.8 percent chance of us running out of fuel at the finish line. 0.15 percent chance that the lack of power assistance causes me an issue and we have to resort to alternative means to finish.” Luke said.

“What’s the last point-oh-five percent?” Linda asked.

“0.05 percent chance that a catastrophic event occurs and we all die. Well, you three die, and I have to resort to my backup in the mainframe and waste a bunch of factory time to build a new chassis.”

“Oh, great.” Scott grumbled out, before all of them got into the car.


Day 2, Leg 12

At the line, once the flag waved, Luke carefully nudged the car with a blip of throttle in Drive, let the big old beast build up enough rolling momentum to overcome the friction in the transmission, then threw it in neutral and quickly shut down the engine, returning the key to the “Run” position so the wheel wouldn’t lock up. Now dead-silent, the Sinistra Savage slowly began building speed in the world’s heaviest soap-box derby car, the only sounds coming from the car being the quiet scrape of wheel bearings, the sound of the driveshaft and diff-gears spinning, the rush of air over the interior of the car, and the wheels over the dirt and gravel. Occasionally, the springs squeaked and panels rattled.

After nearly a minute of near-perfect silence, a rattle shuddered through the car as Luke ran over a few large rocks, and the glovebox door swung open, smacking Amy on both kneecaps.

The outburst of swearing was rather quite terrible, but was mostly contained after a few seconds.

Soon, Luke saw the hill starting to level out, and leaned on the key, the inertia starter whining as it readied the flywheel to start the engine.

“Contact!” Luke said, followed by a clunk, bang, and roar from the engine starting, then a thud from the transmission engaging third gear from neutral. The car shuddered violently before accelerating toward the orchard.

They dashed between the trees, engine snarling and the wheels kicking up dust and dirt and smashed bits of apple. An apple fell into the car and knocked Luke in the head, making him swerve and scuff the entire right-hand side of the car through a bunch of low branches. Luke removed the offending fruit from under the brake pedal, in the process side-swiping the left side of the car and smashing the driver’s side mirror.

“Who knew that food could almost be our undoing?” Scott said, seeing the chaos one simple apple caused. Another apple plopped onto the rear center console and rolled onto the floor, where Scott picked it up, screamed in pain, and threw the offending fruit over the back of the car. “Can you try not to use the car as a fruit basket, Luke? There’s wasps in some of these.” Scott yelled.

“I can try, but we’re in a very big car on very narrow trails.” Luke replied, though started weaving around even more, trying to avoid branches that looked like they contained fruit ready to drop into the open top of their car.

They made it to the finish line, and Luke checked the gas gauge.


Day 2, Leg 12 Aftermath

“We might, just might, have enough fuel to make it.” Luke said.

“Let’s just hope for favorable conditions, then. And let’s top up the fluids, spray some clear paint over those scratches, get the last maintenance done on the car.” Amy said.

They all got out of the car to start doing their fair bit of the work. Scott decided to deal with the spray paint as it was the least technically involved task he could find, and avoided him having to grab caps, wrenches, or other tools with the thumb that the wasp had stung. Luke dealt with checking and topping up the fluids. Amy tightened bolts on the car that had started to rattle loose, and Linda grabbed the last set of clean air filters and put them on the car.


Car Condition:

Looks like hell. Apple mash in the back seat, scratches all down both sides. Missing both rear view mirrors. Fluids all topped up. Fuel is low, but might be just enough to make it.

Team Condition:

MRL +13 overall (No Change.) Feeling very lucky. Luke’s fine after taking an apple to the head, cameras realigned almost instantly. Scott’s thumb will be sore for a few hours, but no lasting harm done from the angry wasp.

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Day 2 Leg 13 Data

“The Orchard” to Double Chevron Ranch via SR 24 and private road

Though the run down Highway 24 is paved, smooth, and high speed, the final 5 miles are on rough private roads, leading to the finish line — the Double Chevron Ranch. The organizers are awaiting, as is some killer grub…

Length 67; Avg Grade 1; Max Grade 5

@Madrias
LAE Medium (slow); MRL +4; Notes: Most of this phase was extreme, butt-puckering fuel conservation (not what you really think you’d ever pucker your butt for, eh?) On the last mile or so of the private road, the Sinistra was cutting out and misfiring. But it MADE IT, under its own power, on just fumes. TEAM MORALE IS VERY HIGH.

@DeusExMackia
LAE High (slow); MRL +2; Notes: Everyone’s sweating profusely and feels like they’re sunburned, but crossing the line and grabbing cold sodas/beers was an amazing feeling. TEAM MORALE IS VERY HIGH.

@JohnWaldock
LAE Low (slow); MRL +2; Notes: Sustained lack of power has cost a lot of time, but the team has finished nonetheless. Side note: after finishing, you were able to discover the source of your power issues: a clogged catalytic converter. TEAM MORALE VERY HIGH.

@BobLoblaw
LAE High (slow); MRL +2; Notes: Despite sounding like death, the Enforcer has crossed the finish line. And only barely. Diagnosis of new problem (prepare to hitch-hike home): one of the valves in a deactivated cylinder came loose, punched through the piston, and started rattling around. You’re actually amazed the engine didn’t grenade earlier. TEAM MORALE AT MAXIMUM.

@Dorifto_Dorito
LAE - High (fast); MRL +0; Notes: Despite your team’s mistake of installing the springs wrong when replacing the front suspension pre-race, you did not have a catastrophic failure. Though maybe next time let a professional fix them. :smiley: TEAM MORALE AT MAXIMUM.

@Darkshine5
LAE - High (fast); MRL +2; Notes; Your backs and butts are worn out from the bad seats, but it was all worth it. You’ve made it. TEAM MORALE VERY HIGH.

@EnryGT5
LAE High (slow); MRL +0; Overall a grand experience for the team. It’s over, and time to celebrate. TEAM MORALE AT MAXIMUM.

@titleguy1 / @ramthecowy
LAE High (fast); MRL +3; Notes: Another team that will likely have to tow their ride home and find alternate transportation, the fuel pump on the Kimura has held together long enough to get the young team over the finish line. TEAM MORALE VERY HIGH.

Day Two Results:

DeusExMackia (Exact)
Dorifto Dorito (Slow)
Titleguy1/Ramthecowy (Slow)
Bobloblaw (slow)
Darkshine5 (slow)
Madrias (slow)
EnryGT5 (slow)
JohnWaldock (Slow)

Double Chevron Ranch – BBQ and Awards

The contestants are welcomed to the Ranch with great cheers by Ranch staff, event organizers, and a handful of local motorsport enthusiasts. Cold soda, beer, wine, and water flow freely, and the dinner buffet spread beckons. Barbecued ribs, grilled steaks, fresh corn, homemade potato and pasta salads, baked beans, and wide variety of fruit and crudites cover six large tables.

The contestants are invited to take as much as they want, and enjoy the spoils earned from a hard fought finish. As everyone is filling themselves, the event organizers step up to announce the winners… (Note, day 2 was pretty brutal… and ALL finishers were off pace on the slow side for the 2-day course average)

DNF: VicVictory, cpufreak101, Vri404, F17Francesco, HighOctaneLove, conan, szafirowy01, Mikonp7, 8bs, DoctorNarfy, stm316, Leonardo9613, RK38
8th: JohnWaldock
7th: Madrias
6th: EnryGT5
4th (TIED): DeusExMackia and Titleguy1/Ramthecowy
3rd: Bobloblaw
2nd: Darkshine5
WINNER: Dorifto Dorito. Here you go, here’s your pistons welded skull-and-crossbones style to a flywheel!

RP award: Madrias
RP honorable mentions: Bobloblaw, DeusExMackia
Hard Luck Award: stm316 (that thing really should have made it… I almost cried when it rolled 2 critical failures in a row)
Ballsy Award: Rk38 (the only car with medium compound tires, which bit them several times… yet they still managed until their spectacular failure)
Ballsy honorable mentions: Leonardo9613 and HighOctaneLove

Thank you all for submitting, it was fun! (also, feel free to do your final RPs should you choose)

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Congratulations for @Dorifto_Dorito for winning this challenge! Merely finishing this challenge was incredibly tough for the entrants, however, which explains the high attrition rate and is a testament to the skill of all the crews of the vehicles which crossed the finish line.

And many thanks to @VicVictory for hosting this competition!

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Team Twin-Snail

Day 2, Leg 12


Before the Stage

With the news that they had quite the distance to travel to make the trip, the decision was made, mutually, to empty the trunk. Out came the empty fuel cans, the spare bottles of oil, the containers of transmission fluid, the last of the repair parts, everything except the jack, tire iron, and spare tire.

“Think we can make it?” Amy asked.

“I’m not sure. We should be able to make it, but… We might not have enough fuel.” Luke said.

With that bit of news in the air, most of team Twin-Snail got into the car as Luke pushed it to the starting line.


Day 2, Leg 13

“The car has to be running, pal.”

“I know that. We’re so low on fuel that we can’t afford to waste it by driving it here.” Luke replied to the race official. Wave us through and start the timer, I’ll cross the line under our own power, but I don’t want to sit idling while you yank our chain for three minutes."

Luke got into the driver’s seat and held the key, letting the starter buzz up to speed. The flag dropped, Luke let go of the key, and the engine roared as Luke stuffed it in Drive the instant the car started. They lurched violently as the car started moving, slowly bringing it up to highway speed. They rumbled along at 50 miles per hour, the car’s optimal speed for economy, watching as the gas gauge bounced and wiggled with every bump.

As they drove along, the fan clutch partially engaged and filled the car with a rather unpleasant screeching, made worse by the power steering pump bearing going from “kinda dying” to “certainly dead” and joining the chaos. Shortly after that, the alternator bearing, which had been rattling for quite some time, finally let go and picked up a third note in the wailing of screaming metal. This, of course, made the highway miles particularly unpleasant.

“Why did they all have to fail now!?” Linda yelled.

“Murphy’s law. By doing it now, they’re making the fuel efficiency worse when we need it the most. The fan’s stuck partially on, the power steering let go, and the alternator’s joined the chaos.” Luke replied.

As they made it off of the highway and onto the last 5 miles of road, the fuel situation was even worse, with the gauge reading on empty, and every time they hit a bump, the “Fuel Empty” light in the gauge flashed in the typical crimson of all the other gauge lights. Every now and then, there was a slight sputter, a mild lurch, though the car kept rolling.

“The hell is going on, Luke?” Scott asked.

“Fuel starvation. She’s having a hard time picking anything useful up, so she’s bucking and coughing and shuddering.” Luke said.

“Oh, because that’s such a good thing to do with a turbocharged car.” Linda said sarcastically.

As they neared the last mile, the car stalled. Luke slammed it into neutral and turned the key, releasing the starter and kicking the engine back over. It sputtered instead of roaring away, but it started, and while it kept sputtering, lurching, and coughing, it kept running.

With mere yards to go, the engine coughed and started making all manner of unpleasant noises.

“Spark knock! We’re on nothing but fumes now. Come on, baby, hold together.” Luke said, trying to limp the rattling, sputtering, knocking Sinistra into the parking lot.

As they made it over the line, the engine sputtered and stalled, spitting an angry puff of black smoke out of the cropped exhaust system.


Day 2, Leg 13, End of Race Aftermath

With the car still barely rolling, Luke guided it to a parking spot, throwing the car in park. The instant the car stopped moving, Linda, Scott, and Amy jumped over the sides of the car, not even bothering with the doors as they ran for the food, the booze, and the soda. Luke, on the other hand, took his time getting out of the car and immediately set about trying to sell the Sinistra to anyone who looked at it.

“It made it here through two days of hell, and while it needs a lot of work to restore it to its former glory, it does run. You’ll have to put some catalytic converters on it, the fan clutch needs replacing, the alternator and power steering pump are shot, so those have to be fixed, and we’re missing two of the four mufflers for the car. Oh, and the 35 gallon gas tank is completely empty, as in ‘can’t start the car’ empty. So whoever buys it is gonna need to provide fuel. Oh, and the top sticks.” Luke said.

While Linda and Scott were busy arguing over whether the ribs or the steak was better, and Amy was getting up to get another beer, Luke attended the Awards Ceremony.

When it was announced that Team Twin-Snail managed 7th, Luke was secretly rather glad. This challenge wasn’t just about getting to the finish first, it was about surviving the challenge overall. That their $500-or-less land yacht had managed to finish at all was impressive enough.

More impressive was Luke managing to trade the old 1977 Sinistra Savage Convertible for an old 1998 Minerva Midnight as their next major project car.

“Hey, come look at this!” Luke yelled, standing next to their new car.

Linda, Amy, and Scott ran over, looking at the dark blue sedan. “What about it?” Amy asked after a few minutes of trying to figure out what was so special about it.

“It’s ours. I traded the old Sinistra for it. Someone was here looking to sell it, but despite the Sinistra’s problems, they decided they’d restore it instead. So we’ve got a V6 executive FWD to make our way home in.” Luke replied.

“I like the thought of that.” Scott said.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Linda asked.

“I’m not telepathic.” Luke replied. “But if you’re thinking that we ought to use this the next time the Roulette Runner comes around, I’m thinking that’s a great idea.”


Original Car Condition:

On a flat bed tow truck heading to Texas.

New Car Condition:

Seems okay enough. Surely comfortable. Slight lifter tick, and Luke highly suspects the number 4 cylinder is misfiring.

Team Condition:

MRL +17 overall. We made it! The living members of the team are enjoying the food and festivities. Luke is busy making sure the new car’s able to get them home.

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Seriously?, I won?..Sadly lack of time meant that i couldnt do the RP side so much, but I actually won something.

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#Team ‘Southend Or Bust’
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“Come on you HUMONGOUS GIT” James shouted as he floored the throttle down the bumpy lane. “I CAN SEE THE FINISH”
Martin was so relieved to hear those words. He didn’t know how much sweat was left in him to sweat out.
“Yes, yes, ok James, just take it eas-” - Seb was interrupted.
“NO TIME FOR YOUR COMMENTS SEB WE’RE SO CLOSE” James chanted like an overexcited dog.
“Yes James, but let’s actually get to the finish li-WOH!” - the car came to a sudden halt. James had understeered round a bend and had very nearly careered through a tall hedge. He turned to look at James and Martin, who were both shocked, and just started laughing.
“Ha ha, yes, James, ha…” said Martin, very uneasily. “Now, how about we get across the finish line?”
“Uh, yes, of course” said James, composing himself and putting the car into reverse. It seemed that the heat was having some unusual effects on him.

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Having crossed the line and got themselves some much needed refreshment, the boys sat around the car. “Well done guys” Seb started, “I know we were all driving each other a little mad at one point or another, but the fact that we’re all here at the finish is very good.”
“Yeah” Martin followed. “I’m honestly amazed we didn’t have more go wrong with the car”
“Apart from the fucking air con” said James, smiling. “Thanks for being a great team dudes. Could not and would not have done it without you”

“Nope” chuckled Martin. “Though I’m not sure I want to take the car back home with us”
“How much would it cost? I know this one was imported originally but surely we could get it back?” asked Seb.
“Yeah, I wish” said Martin. “It would be at least £1000. So we’d just write it off”
“Two times over, to be exact” said James, proudly.
Martin and Seb turned to look at him. “Er, I think it’s probably more like 10 times over now what with the sweat and dodgy exhaust” said Martin.

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Having gorged themselves on a lot of barbecued meats, the boys gathered for the results.
“4th, huh. Not bad at all” said Seb.
“And tied with that minivan team” said Martin
“You mean team Yokai with that Kimura thingy” said Seb.
“Yes, that one” replied Martin. “I’m pretty sure those things are actually more powerful than our Berlose”
“But certainly not better, mmhmhmh” said James proudly, looking (and sounding) a little tipsy from the copious amounts of beer he was consuming."
“Mmmm” mumbled Martin. It looked like it’d be another night of helping James deal with being drunk.

“Martin” asked Seb, after a little while.
“Yes?”
“Do you get the impression we might have pissed off the other teams a little bit?” he asked.
Martin scanned the crowd. They were occasionally getting unflattering looks from people and no one was standing next to them.
Martin smiled. “Yeah” he said, nodding. “I think we might have”.
Seb also started smiling. “Eh” he said, breaking the moment. “We’re never gonna see them again anyway”
“Well, not if we don’t do this again” suggested Martin.
Seb thought for a moment. “I reckon I could be persuaded”.
“I cert-ainly can be, yes!” said James. It appeared he was drunker than they’d originally thought.

“I’ll get him some water” said Martin, the smile having turned to a grimace. Even out in the middle of god-damn no where, it was business as usual for these guys.


And that’s that! Thank you for following Team 'Southend Or Bust’s “inspiring and heroic” journey (or whatever language you feel like using), and a big thank you to @VicVictory for hosting what has turned out to be one of the most unique challenges I’ve ever entered on this website. I’ll certainly be making mention of it at the EOTY Awards if they happen again!

Congrats to @Dorifto_Dorito for winning, I could make a soppy comment about how “we’re all winners for finishing!” but that’s pointless, you made the best car overall for the challenge and that is certainly an achievement in itself.

Also congrats to our “4th place buddies” @ramthecowy and @titleguy1, I really like the fact your brought a people carrier to this challenge and I’m honored to have finished in the same position as you.

I really thoroughly enjoyed this and would love to enter another round should Vic run one. A superb challenge if I ever saw one!

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Bill: Well, that’s a tenner you owe me, Wookiee. I told you the Erin would finish.
Wookiee: False. You said top 3. They’re fourth.
Bill: What’s the difference. They finished. Along with 7 others. That’s significant attrition…
Wookiee: … and a hell of an achievement.
Bill: My hat’s off to the survivors. Sure, it would have been nice to finish, but that’s the way the Mercedes bends.
Toni: I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going to spend some time over… there…(points and starts walking toward the table)
Wookiee: I’m going to go and apologise for… borrowing a few things. And take some photos (Wookiee pulls out Bill’s phone and waves it in front of his face)
Bill: Where did you get… how did…WHAT?!
Wookiee: I gave it to one of the officials, to “look after”. I told you it was safe. (runs away)

Team Castle Greenskull spent the night celebrating with the other drivers; reminiscing about the experience, and hoping they could do this again.

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First off, sorry again for the lack of anything from me. A 3000 word essay got in the way, but now its done and Im back!
Also, Ill be skipping to the final Leg, with some more extra detail than normal, since theres way too much for me to cover.


#Team Cunning Stunts:Leg 2 Day 13


S: Stephanie
L: Lawrence
A: Alex


Start Of Day 2 Leg 13
A: Alright lets get moving!
S: Honestly, I cant believe this little bastard has kept going this long with only a few issues
L: Yeah, but i think we’ll have to get rid of it when we get back, shame really since this little bugger has been a damn good car.
Race Organiser: Alright, Team Stunning,wait I mean Cunning Stunts, prepare to leave for the last leg.
A: Hey any hints on who’s in the lead?
Race Organiser: Sorry, but you’ll have to find out when you reach camp at the end.
S: Never mind, alright, Alex floor it!
A: Sure thing boss…
L: …Wow, the engine didnt die…

Half Way through Leg 13
S: Okay, Alex, turn off here.
A: Gotcha
L: Its going to be a bumpy ride form here on out.
A: The suspension should be fine, I made sure it was sitting properly in place
L: How so?
A: Zipties
S:…What…
A: Oh it should last just perfectly.

End of Day 2 Leg 13
A: Were on the home straight now!
S: Come on! Faster!
A: I am! My foot is on the floor!
L: I can see the chequered flag from here!
A: Alright! WE MADE IT!
L: Holy Crap we actually made it.
S: You little bastard of a car, WE ACTUALLY MADE IT!

Results

Race Organiser: Well done to all of you who made it through this gruelling second day. i can reveal that the winner of today, is Team Southend Or Bust, so well done to them for setting an almost perfect time for this stage. However, the overall winners of the competition, drumroll please… ARE TEAM CUNNING STUNTS

A:…Wait…WHAT?!
S: WE WON!
L: Man oh man, we actually won. You know what, Im having second thoughts on selling the “Lucky Lady”
S: Looks like luck was certainly on her side these past few day!
A: Certainly!
L Shall we tuck in then?
S: Heck yeah. I havent had a proper barbie since I went to Australia for that last stunt I did!
A: Oh boy, have I been looking forward to this, I cant wait to eat real food.
S: What did you say about my cooking?! How about next time, I just let you starve…


Epilogue
Alex
So the car actually made it in one piece. When we went back to the UK, we bought some new shocks and fixed some of the dents and scratches. Sadly though, Lawrence sold it the car someone else. I hear the guy who bought it has been taking good care of it and has using it for what it was supposed to be used for, rally cross. Anyways, it doesn’t really matter now though, since I’ve managed to find another EADC Vole Mk IV. Its in a worse condition, but it should be fine to fix. Ive called her the “Lucky lady II”. Maybe next time, I might enter again with some friends of mine. Anyways, Alex out.

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I do believe I will run another in the future, need some time to “recover” from this one however! :slight_smile:

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Not a problem. Take the time you need to recover, because that was fun.

Now, my biggest difficulty is deciding my next team… I have a few ideas, though, and I’m debating between these three. Only giving team names, though, so other than the one you already know, it’s cryptic.

First choice is Team Twin-Snail back for round two. Probably with that Minerva Midnight they picked up. After all, trading a $500 car for another car makes it a $500 car, right?

Second choice is Team Paradox. Anyone who has picked up a bit of the lore I’ve dumped around various places of the forum can guess the two team members of this one. More likely than not would be driving a different old Sinistra of some description.

And the third and last choice is Team Sinister. Just Luke Sinistra and maybe one other person from the Sinistra Motors headquarters, driving whatever I decide is best to run that day.

Of course, I’ll have plenty of time to work out a plan for which team, which car, and everything else while you’re in cool-down.

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For some reason it wasn’t updating me on this thread, so I will have to post-RP the run.

TEAM OUTRIDERS

Leg 9: Nothing dramatic, the car despite not being 4WD did exceptionally well.

Leg 10: This leg went much easier, Marc picked up a souvenir for his son at the trading post.

Leg 11: Some steep climbs and snags provided a bit of a bumpy ride but otherwise, the Enforcer soldiered on.

Leg 12: Return to dialogue.

Marc: Man! I’ve never driven through an orchard before, this is fun.

Blake: Just watch the sides, I don’t want this car scratched to shit.

Marc: You’re that concerned about a car you only spent $500 on?

Blake: You of all people should understand that.

Marc: Bite me.

(CRACK! BAM! RATTLE!)

Marc: What the hell was that?

Blake: Shit, I don’t know. Come on girl, hold together!

Marc: I’m turning the A/C off, no sense in having excess load… strange.

Blake: What?

Marc: I’m not noticing any power loss, well, any more power loss.

Blake: We’re not far now, we’ll have to take a look when we make it in.

Leg 13: The home stretch.

Blake: Something’s been bothering me.

Marc: Oh? What is that?

Blake: The problems we’re having with this car, I know those TriForce engines, those injectors should hold out for at least another 150,000 miles. Not to mention whatever that other problem is, we only passed 150,000 two hours ago.

Marc: What are you saying? That we’ve gotten really unlucky?

Blake: I’m not sure, but I’m gonna check for any more codes.

(Blake hooks the Petoskey XGV Scanner into the OBDII port)

Blake: Hmm, nothing new. Just for shits and giggles… son of a bitch!

Marc: What?

Blake: Look at this.

(Marc looks at the scanner, under the info menu)

ODOMETER: 372,149

Marc: Wait a minute, the dash says 150,112!

Blake: Yup, someone played us for fools.

Marc: Well, it doesn’t matter, we’ve got a final stretch to run.

Blake: Yeah, damned if we do, damned if we don’t

(Team Outriders was in for a tense drive, in addition to the death rattle, some visible smoke was coming out the tail pipes. Despite the nerve-wracking voyage, the Enforcer made it to the Double Chevron Ranch.)

Blake: Not far now.

Marc: Just a bit further

(After some rough, twisting private roads, the Enforcer crosses the line.)

Marc: Hell yeah! We did it!

Blake: Let’s get some chow.

(After an excellent dinner, and congratulating Dorito Dorito on his victory, Blake set to work pulling spark plugs out of the inactive cylinders on the Enforcer in an effort to better understand what went wrong.)

Marc: Any luck?

Blake: Nothing in this one, (works on the next cylinder) Holy shit, you’re not gonna believe this!

Marc: How bad is it?

Blake: Fucking valve fell out of the head and rattled around the cylinder, punched a hole right in the piston.

Marc: How does that even happen?

Blake: My guess would be due to the high mileage, the springs aren’t returning as strong as they should be. Thus, especially at higher RPMs the collar must have slipped down enough that the valve retainers popped out causing the valve to drop into the cylinder.

Marc: In other words, we’ve got to hitchhike back? Well, maybe one of the other teams will be gracious enough to give us a ride.

Blake: No need, look over there.

(Picture a flatbed trailer behind this truck.)

Marc: Hello Charlotte.

Blake: I wasn’t sure what our chances were so I rented a flatbed trailer and had Charlotte follow us.

Marc: You think of everything don’t you?

Blake: That’s how we got across the line.

Marc: We so gotta do this again, with a better car.

Blake: Hell no, if we’re doing this again, I’m taking the Enforcer. After it gets some considerable TLC that is.

Epilogue: Team Outriders finished third overall in the competition, though they did not win the pistons welded to a flywheel, both men agree that simply making it to the end was a great victory. Marc Levinstein resumed working his normal shifts on the Tatum Heights Police Force. He still found the time to make a little inquiry into the Whitefish Bluffs DPW in regards to Odometer fraud. Blake Worden set to work on the Enforcer tearing the engine apart to do a complete rebuild. Come next challenge, he plans to have the Enforcer ready to handle anything that’s thrown its way.

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