TEAM HILLBILLY ROLLERS
PART 2.1 - Can I see your driver’s license, please?
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
Prologue part 0.4
Part 1.1 - What’s that smell?
Part 1.2 - Slip-sliding into camp
PART 2.1 - Can I see your driver’s license, please?
The night at camp had not been very dramatic. Our crew was used to the cold, and the gasoline fired heater had kept the camper part of the Sanju warm enough, without draining the batteries. And there was not much drama going on in the IP Rugger when they left either. In the Sanju Wolverine, however, things were a bit different… The big military truck had a hard time staying in its own lane on the snowy roads.
“I said EASY on the gas”, Arne said while Marie kept slipping and sliding around.
“Yeah, yeah, I am trying”, Marie said, without giving a single attempt to actually lift the foot off the accelerator. From Arne, all you could hear was a deep sigh, while the Sanju went all over the road like a drunken snake.
“And I am not sure that it is a good idea to drive this fa…AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”, Arne was screaming, as they saw a police car slowing down in front of them. Marie slammed the brakes, only to lock up the wheels, somehow managing to barely pass the police car with no space in between the vehicles at all, and finally stopping the Sanju at the start of a hill a bit in front of the police car. The cop was more or less running towards the Sanju, signaling to Marie to open the window.
“What’s the matter?”, she asked.
“CAN I SEE YOUR DRIVER’S LICENSE, PLEASE?”, the policeman answered, red in his face.
“Uhm… Here it is…”, she said, “…but as you can see, no commercial vehicle license yet, I am…you know…trying to take it right now.”, Marie mumbled and gave the Swedish driver’s license to the policeman.
“Uhm…I can’t say that I have seen one like this before, but it does not look fake, so yeah, I believe you”, he said. “Trying to take a commercial license, huh?”.
“Yes.”, Marie said.
“HOW ABOUT CHANGING YOUR LIFE GOALS A BIT, TRY TO LEARN TO USE A BALLPOINT PEN WITHOUT BEING A DANGER TO SOCIETY BEFORE YOU EVEN TRY ON A VEHICLE LIKE THIS!”, the policeman recommended her, without any attempt to be supportive at all.
“Well…you do have a point…”, Arne said.
“OK…”, the policeman said, “Papers and registration on this…thing…”
“Sure”, Marie said, accidentally releasing the parking brake when trying to open the glovebox, rolling backwards and somehow managing to stop at the side of the police car with only centimeters between them.
“I can’t believe this… I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!”, the policeman said. Marie handed over the papers to him, and since they were in order, he could not say anything. But…he would have liked to.
“Uhm, seems OK. Oh well, since this is a foreign truck, I guess I’ll have to take a look so you aren’t smuggling in some illegal goods”, he said and went back to open the rear doors of the Sanju.
“Ehm, I would not recommend that…”, Arne said.
“AHA! You are trying to hide something from m…YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHH!”
“Shit…I think the cop just found Mr Spikey”, Janne said, sitting in the IP Rugger parked a bit behind, watching out over the scene.
“If we manage to finish this race without ending up in prison, I will drink a can of ATF oil”, Andreas sighed.
“GO! JUST GO! YOU’RE OK! AS LONG AS I NEVER HAVE TO SEE YOU AGAIN!”, the policeman said, jumped back into his patrol car (that now were going to have some blood stains on its seats), and went away as if he would have been chased by a demon.
Without anyone taking notice, however, Marie was suddenly gone. After some searching, they found her behind a snow drift, gulping on the fifth can from a sixpack of beer.
“Has it ever occurred to you that you were supposed to be able to drive for the rest of the stint?”, Arne asked her in a very serious voice.
“Uh…uhh…uhh….VIVAAAA LAS VEGAS!”, Marie answered, and everyone understood that she wasn’t going to be driving for a long while.
“GO AND SLEEP INSIDE THE CAMPER UNTIL YOU SOBER UP!”, Arne said.
Marie went in a not very straight line towards the Sanju, went inside and yelled.
“WHO THE FUCK PUT A CACTUS IN HERE?”, she said.
“Santa Claus, probably”, Andreas sighed.
After sleeping some hours, Marie had sobered up enough to be able to drive. Tired, freezing, hungry and in a really grumpy mood, our team members rolled into the camp, last of all the participating teams. Everyone just went to sleep without saying a word. Well, except for Andreas that was stumbling on some empty beer cans when entering the Sanju, saying some words that wasn’t suited for children.
TO BE CONTINUED…