TEAM HILLBILLY ROLLERS
PART 0.4 - PROLOGUE
Earlier parts
Pre-prologue part 1
Pre-prologue part 2
Prologue part 0.1
Prologue part 0.15 - Interlude
Prologue part 0.2
Prologue part 0.3
31st of March 2023
Now, with both the Rugger and the Wolverine prepared for rallying, loaded up with food, spare parts, tools and everything that could be needed, the team was at Janne’s place early in the morning. Or, at least three of them. Waiting for Arne to arrive was crucial. After all, they needed a driver of the Wolverine…
“Finally, I can get wasted for two weeks and nobody can even do anything about it!”, Marie said and filled yet another empty spot in the Sanju with some more cans.
“Why are you bringing beer for two years with you then?”, Andreas asked with more than a grain of salt.
A battered burgundy 2005 Volvo XC70 parked a bit behind the Sanju. Not too much of a surprise, Arne jumped out of it. More surprisingly maybe, was the crutches. And the plastered leg.
“What the fuck have you been doing now?”, Janne asked.
“Just doing stuff I probably shouldn’t have done”, Arne answered and laughed a bit.
“Well…. I guess that you’re really not in the shape to drive the Sanju now…with all the double clutching and everything?”, Janne said, scratching his head.
“Nope…Marie has to drive it I guess.”, Arne said.
“What…. What the fuck…I CAN’T DRIVE THAT THING!”, Marie said.
“Do you think that there is anything called I can’t drive this vehicle in the army?”, Arne said, laughing. “How many 19 year old meatheads do you think they have put in the driver’s seat of those, and they have managed to survive for 40 years still. You can’t break it even if you intend to do it!”.
Arne stuffed some chewing tobacco in his mouth, took a green “Learner driver” magnetic sign out of the XC70 and slapped it on the bumper of the Sanju.
“Now just jump into it so you get the feel for driving it before we leave”, Arne said.
Marie jumped into the Sanju, Arne coming with her a short while later, after having managed to pull himself up in the cab with the plastered leg. She started up the 8VZ engine with a roar.
“I think it is running a bit rough”, she said. “Where is the choke? Is it here?”
“NO, DON’T TOUCH TH…”
The Sanju rolled backwards after Marie pulling the parking brake release, and kept rolling until something standing in the way stopped it with a loud crunch.
“Do you happen to need any broken XC70 parts for your scrap stash?”, Andreas asked Janne. “Because now you probably have them.”
“That lady is just a disaster that is not even waiting to happen, it is constantly happening”, Janne said with a loud sigh.
Managing to get it in gear, the Sanju was rolling forward. Marie rolled up to where Janne and Andreas was standing, much to the fear of the two of them. She rolled down the window.
“Do you mind if I stop at my place to pick up something I forgot, now when I have to take a test drive in this anyway?”, she asked.
“Nah, just do it.”, Janne said.
The Wolverine left Janne’s place with grinding gears.
“What do you think that she forgot?”, Janne asked Andreas?
“Well, some barrel full of moonshine probably”, Andreas said. “Either that, or something completely pointless, that she just HAVE to bring with her. I know her too well.”
The Wolverine came back a fair while later.
“Now I guess we are ready to go”, Marie said, when jumping out of it.
“Why do you have a bleeding nose now, too?”, Janne asked Arne.
“Oh nothing”, Arne said. “Just the dashboard being a bit grumpy and attacking me for some reason, I guess.”, he grumbled.
“Why is there a damn mailbox hanging from the rear bumper?”, Andreas asked.
“Why do you even care?”, Marie answered. “It’s not like if I should have been bothered if you had a mailbox hanging from your rear bumper!”
“This…Isn’t going really well, right?”, Janne asked, a bit worried.
“I’ve seen worse”, Arne said, as it seemed not bothered by the situation at all.