once again, not race critical, thus hidden, yada yada yada, you know the drill.
RP in here
Both Valentin and Norse are currently asleep.
once again, not race critical, thus hidden, yada yada yada, you know the drill.
Both Valentin and Norse are currently asleep.
Except when Michael passes the well-lit pit area on the short s/f straight, it is pitch dark around him, the guardrails around the track keeping a lot of light that the other cars emit confined to other parts of the track. Their lights only appear as some flicker in the nearer or farther distance, depending on where he is on the track. The two well-used H3 bulbs in the Kando’s headlights do not help much either to illuminate the area in front of him, especially at the speeds he is going at. To an extent, driving becomes easier when he can follow another car as their rear and brake lights then serve as another means for orientation. This usually only lasts for a short while though until he has to judge the best point of passing them.
He already hit the guardrail once, misjudging the brake spot while being distracted by an orange car in front of him misjudging the corner itself. ‘Normally, I would now cheat and increase the screen brightness - but that doesn’t work here, obviously’, he thinks for himself. He has also lost track of the time - while the Kando originally had a small LCD clock in the centre console, that console now rests in a pile together with other Kando interior parts somewhere behind the pit area.
Suddenly, the Kando veers to the left under braking, whether it’s something with the Kando’s steering or some oil or debris on the track Michael is unable to tell. The switch to ultra-wide tyres have made its handling somewhat unpredictable anyway.
Without fancy amenities such as ABS, all he can do is watch the Kando skid into the guardrail - luckily just for some light contact. He still notes an unhealthy scraping noise, once he resumes driving. He presses the push-to-talk button. “Michael to pits, I have to come in. I think some bodywork may be in contact with my left front tyre.”
He continues slowly for two more corners but does not hear any response. He waves a slowing Bricksley by, clearly the most illuminated car on track, and he is happy to have the distraction out of his rear view mirrors when he tries to contact the pits again.
“Hello? Anyone home?” Again, no response from the pit lane. Michael wonders whether the latest crash might have broken Jane’s improvised push-to-talk set-up in the Kando. He doubts it though since the impact was not that severe. He enters the pit lane, comes to stop in the designated Oxracers area and sees noone around.
Annoyed he gets out of the car, only to find all other Oxracers half or full-asleep in various unflattering poses in chairs or leaning against something. Corazon snores.
He wakes Jane who rises with a groan and clearly needs a moment to orient herself, especially as she spots the unusual sight of Takaraya from the Shift Happens crew standing between Michael and the battered Kando, waving with something gleaming in the irregular light of the pitlane. Michael quickly explains the situation to her. Mary meanwhile wakes as well from the commotion and quickly regains her senses.
“What’s up with you guys?” Michael asks. “At least one person should be on the radio at all times.”
Mary nods groggily. With newfound enthusiasm, Jane grabs her biggest hammer and Takaraya offers assistance, motioning with his metallic hands. @Madrias Together they make quick work of the damaged area of the Kando, ripping out even more of the already haphazardly cut back wheel well of the damaged fender in the process. Jane is thoroughly intrigued by Takarayas handiwork. “That’s… practical”, she comments.
“Like Deus Ex”, Mary comments appreciatingly and silently mumbles “but it’s Animal Crossing.” while Michael quickly gets behind the wheel again. On Mary’s signal after Jane indicates ‘all clear’ with a thumbs-up, Michael drives off again with skidding front tyres, almost hitting the guardrail again on pit exit.
4 AM - 8 AM
With 8 hours left of the race, two cars are going in for refuelling, the FM and the Union. The Regal does a quite wide spin meaning that the Schnell has to swerve for it. The next car going in for refuelling is the Sandhurst.
The FM once again hits the guardrail quite badly and goes in to the pits for straightening some sheetmetal and a bent tie rod. However, on the way out of the pits, a shortcut in the electrical system causes a fire which Team SCS is able to put out, but it also means that they are out of the race. Team Rogue Traders on the other hand has their hands full to not flip over the WRK when the Cambridge goes spinning wildly. Two cars goes in for refuelling, the Schnell and the Przenopewien. The Seongu brakes unnecessarily hard before a corner, meaning that Team Septic Tank loses control over their Sandhurst trying not to crash into its back.
The Przenopewien hits the guardrail very hard, meaning that the whole engine bay is now more or less a mess, but they work hard in the pits trying to get the things back into shape, as well as getting the once again knocked-out headlights to work. Meanwhile, the Bricksley and the WRK goes in for refuelling.
The Sandhurst has to brake hard to avoid a skidding Cambridge, leading to the Schnell crashing into it from behind. It appears that the Schnell has some brake failure that caused the crash. Probably, the master cylinder is shot, meaning that the Schnell is now also out of the race. The Seongu goes in for its second refuelling.
It has now been calm for quite a while, it seems, though, that the Saarland drives slower than usual, to block any chances the Callahan will have to pass it. Well, maybe a bit unnecessary considering how far the cars are from each other in the ranking now, but I guess that all the difference in laps will count, or something.
Well, a refuelling for our own team means that the Saarland gives room for the Callahan after all, and the other car going in for refuelling is the Régal.
It has been all calm for a while, spare for quite a wide skid Carlén did in the Saarland.
The Callahan manages to run completely out of fuel, meaning that it barely manages coasting into the pits, slowing down the Union and Bricksley behind it. However, the Union follows it into the pits, also needing a refuelling.
Team MCS, or WDWB (Why Did We Bother)
Crackle - So can you get it going again?
Spanners - YES, but it’ll take a while.
Crackle - Define “a while”.
Spanners - With a brand new main engine look and some new hoses…40 minutes to an hour.
Crackle - OK, so we don’t have any new parts…so?
Spanners - I can fashion a loom from a roll of cable…hoses are a little more difficult but not impossible.
Crackle - You can’t do it…can you?
Spanners - It’ll take at least a day…so, no, not in time!
Crackle - Fuck this, I’m out of here…and DON’T ask me again!
Mopey - Sorry Spanners, we tried…I did enjoy myself though.
Spanners - No worries kid. Hopefully Mrs E will be fit enough for the next one. Let’s go home.
And so, dear readers, the story of Snap, Crackle and Spanners (including Mopey) comes to an end with our heroes heading home, knowing that they did their best. Snap got “repatriated” and told never to enter Sweden again!
Mopey DID do his best as he had the car humping the barriers at every moment he could…or that’s the theory anyway.
So, it’s farewell…until next time.
HUGE thanks to @Knugcab for getting me interested in Automation again. This was a trial by fire with the new engine updates, especially the new turbo setup, but I’ve learned a lot…next time I’ll be returning to a “normal” FM sports car which won’t have to be butchered to meet the rules.
Good luck to everyone left running.
TBH, I like the new engine designer more. It is not as easy to use and takes some time to get used to, but on the other hand it feels more logical. At least you can build a 60s carbed performance engine without drowning it in fuel anymore.
Kaylie watched the FM and the Union Magistrate go in for some gas, with her getting out of their way and, as a result, witnessing the Regal doing a rather wide spin and forcing the Schnell to swerve. The Sandhurst slinked into the pit lane shortly behind the FM and Union, meaning the pit lane was busy.
A couple laps after they’d finished gassing up, the FM plows into the guardrail, making Kaylie swerve to avoid them. They rolled into the pit lane, only to end up setting the car on fire thanks to an electrical short, ending their race early. The Rogue Traders nearly rolled their truck this time as the Cambridge passed them, then immediately spun out, while the Schnell and the Przenopewien disappeared into the pits.
Kaylie cleared her mind and focused. “Just a little bit more. I’m in the last leg of this segment, just don’t crash the— Fuck!”
She slammed on the brakes as the Seongu braked hard before the corner, making Team Septic Tank pile on their brakes in the Sandhurst to avoid ramming the Seongu. The half-sideways Sandhurst caused Kaylie to pile on the brakes to avoid ramming the driver’s door with the nudge bar.
Apparently, this incident caused the Przenopewien to bang into the guardrail, making the whole front of the car look like a clay model after bumping it into a wall. They were in the pit lane for a while, straightening out the front end enough to make the headlights aim somewhat in the direction of “I can see the track” as well as to not foul the bodywork on the front wheels.
Then the Bricksley’s engine stumbled, nearly getting rear-ended by the WRK as both of them headed to the pits for fuel.
Kivenaal had at least a basic grasp on breakfast, making enough for Rukari to be fueled up and ready to drive, knowing that Rukari would be a little disappointed in having just scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, but also knowing that it would be really hard to justify a literal run to a grocery store just to buy fish so he could have fish with his eggs.
Rukari, as expected, had been loosely disappointed, though considering it was food at a race track, it was better than he’d thought. He wasn’t sure whether it was the scent of gasoline or the recent car fire that had “improved” the air quality, or whether it was just an artifact of “Everything cooked at a race track smells like the pit lane,” but he did enjoy it.
So when Kaylie cruised in for gas, the decision was made.
“Rukari, I can barely keep my eyes open out there. You take over until the end,” Kaylie said, getting out of the car while Malavera filled the fuel tank.
Rukari had no issues with that plan, putting his empty plate on top of the toolbox, putting his helmet on, then setting the seat all the way back and climbing in. He buckled up, started the engine, and left the pit lane with a squeal of tires.
Malavera watched as the Sandhurst hit the brakes hard - again - to avoid another spinning car. This time, it was the Cambridge. Unfortunately for the Sandhurst, this brake-check wasn’t as neatly avoided by the Schnell, which led to them slamming into the rear of the Sandhurst. One car continued around the track, but the Schnell was kaput. He watched Team Slow put it up on their trailer with blown brakes, while also watching the Seongu zoom in for a bit of gas.
Takaraya was lightly amused as he realized that Rukari had managed, so far, to avoid wrecking the car. Likewise, he’d witnessed Valentin bending himself all over the place like a pretzel in various stretches, and even glanced at Kivenaal, who was busy preparing breakfast for the rest of the team.
Kivenaal’s four arms were all over the place as he mastered the art of breakfast preparation. Scrambled eggs in the pan, cooking in the bacon grease for a bit of extra flavor while he was putting bacon both on the plates and also on his cutting board, making small bits of bacon to load up the eggs with for more flavor. As the eggs finished cooking, he split them up among several plates, added crispy bacon to each of the plates, toasted some bread, and then looked up to see Val was there, having witnessed most of the cooking frenzy.
“Just pick a plate and… I think there’s forks around… There they are,” Kivenaal said, grabbing a handful of forks and sorting out the remaining brass one from the rest. “You can pick any one of these. The brass one is mine.”
Other than being slowed up by both the Saarland and the Callahan, Rukari had an easy few laps. He’d been all over the horn while stuck behind both cars, threatening on a few occasions to “bump” one of them into the other, but refrained from doing so.
This worked to his benefit, in the end, as the Saarland had to refuel, leaving space for the Callahan to accelerate away, getting away from the Bricksley as well.
Many laps later, Carlén in the Saarland did a wide drift, which prompted Rukari to stomp the accelerator, forcing the transmission to kick down, and then passed the Saarland going just as sideways deliberately, pelting the car with bits of debris from the track.
This, of course, was completely unnecessary, and as a result, Karma bit Rukari’s tail as the Callahan ran out of gas in front of him, right in the middle of the track, before coasting toward the pit lane. The Union followed it for fuel, and perhaps to offer a push for the Callahan.
As the Bricksley’s clock rolled over to 8 AM, having been set yesterday, Rukari looked up toward the pit lane to see Kayden writing something on a chalkboard…
you know the drill by now.
This is filler text to prevent the forums from whining about having too similar of a “body” to my “recent posts”. Yes i get that this is an anti-spam measure, but sometimes it’s just silly. In any case, here we go, hopefully…"
At just after 6AM in the morning, and with Norse still very much asleep on the third-row bench of the van, Valentin woke up feeling fairly well rested, though also rather sore, courtesy of not really fitting onto the front row seats. He carefully exited the van, quietly closing the front right door so as to not wake up Norse.
After that, he spent at least a good 20 minutes rotating through an extensive assortment of stretching and other morning warmup movements in attempt to get rid of the soreness.
A futile attempt at neatening up his hairdo followed, which ended in him giving up in all of about 40 seconds and entering the Shift Happens garage looking rather scruffy.
Upon entering, he spotted Kivenaal juggling ingredients, kitchen utensils and other stuff with his four arms.
“Good morning”, he proclaimed in a tone that made it obvious that Valentin was mentally fully functional, unlike the morning slumbers he frequently had in previous events.
Kivenaal’s instruction to treat the cooked food and assorted dishes like a buffet was acted upon with little questioning.
Bacon and eggs was certainly not the usual breakfast for Valentin, mostly due to his lack of cooking skills. Still, he did not wait long to dig right in, having turned the split ingredients of bacon, bread and eggs into a pair of sandwiches.
“Good morning to you as well,” Kivenaal said, setting his cooking supplies off to one side and getting his own plate.
Kaylie smiled, then said, “If you’re curious, we’re still in this. I traded seats with Rukari on our last fuel stop. Hopefully he can keep the car together until the end, but… His track record, pun fully intended, doesn’t give us much hope.”
“To be fair,” Kayden mentioned in Rukari’s defense, “the Sinistra did still drive when he was done with it. Sure, the transmission was about to go, the V6 had a lifter tick, and it had more dents than a demolition derby car, but it was still running.”
The two of them grabbed plates as well, leaving a few remaining plates on the small table for the others. It didn’t take long before Takaraya and Malavera also joined the breakfast crew.
Takaraya looked at the plates, then in the direction of the van, before looking over to Valentin. “I’m assuming, then, that Norse is still sleeping?” he asked.
“That’s good to hear, even if you jinxed it now.”, Valentin answered once the first bite of the sandwich was done with.
“Yeah Norse is still asleep. Dunno when he went to bed.”, he added, taking a second bite out of the first impromptu sandwich.
“ Soo goood…”, he mutters under his breath inbetween bites.
“Well, we’ve been contemplating the potential of getting a truck out here, just in case he bends the damn car in half,” Kaylie admitted. “Sure, Bricksley’s unusual “unibody on frame” police car is pretty damn tough, but… Ours is a bit weak from it being, shall we say, “well used” by the people who owned it before us.”
“I think he went to bed around midnight,” Malavera admitted. “Looked like the energy drink he gulped down had run out.”
Kivenaal smiled as Valentin mentioned the food was good, then replied, “ Thank you."
Takaraya finished up his plate of food and set the empty plate and fork off to one side of the toolbox, starting an improvised spot to stack up all of the used dishes.
“Have fun trying. I have no idea where the next flatbed, that also is empty, is rolling around at the moment, since some of our trucks go all the way south to Munich, if not further. As long as you can get whatever came out of the container back in and secured, it’ll be good. How you do that is to be discussed with the truck driver. Last time i’ve trailered was in driver’s ed…”, Valentin explained as he politely nodded towards the resident cook that was Kivenaal.
The stack of plates and cutlery immediately grew by another plate, as Valentin saw no need to store the other sandwich on a plate when he has a perfectly good hand to hold it with.
“Worst case scenario, we get Takaraya and Malavera to try straightening out the car,” Kaylie said.
“With our luck?” Kayden asked. “You know if Rukari crashes that thing and you get these two to tug-of-war that car, they’re going to rip it in half.”
“Doubtful,” Malavera said. “That’d take a lot more grip than either of us have, or a hell of a mess in the car before that could happen.”
Takaraya thought on it a moment, then added in, “Wouldn’t necessarily be “in half,” but it is technically possible that we’d rip the front clip off of the car. I’m the guy who spent a week hammering panels somewhat straight again, and we’ve got a couple of weak points right by the hood line. Crash it just right and it’s possible they’ll snap.”
Kivenaal sighed. “You’re all acting like he’s going to crash the car. Have a bit of faith. That said, given how some of the drivers out there,” Kivenaal said, “seem to be driving with the intent on hitting everything in sight, it might be wise for us to think of some options for what to do in the event that we can’t squeeze what’s left of our lemon into a container.”
“As far as i know, you have a few inches of clearance on either side and a little more than a foot on either end, based on the visually ‘intact’ car, which means that length is less of an issue than width. You just have to make the thing and whatever else you had in there fit into the rectangle that makes the floor of that container.”, Valentin comments, pausing to take another bite out of his breakfast.
“Take off or hammer back anything wider than the mirrors and you are good, i think. I doubt that you’ll lengthen the car, or any car, by crashing it.”, he added.
Kayden nodded. “Sounds sensible enough. At that point, we’re just trying to get it into a box so we can send it home, a bit like a coffin for a soldier,” he said.
Takaraya grimaced and tossed an empty water bottle at Kayden, hitting him on the head.
“Okay, I deserved that one,” Kayden said.
“Just when I thought Malavera was bad at opening his mouth without thinking things through, you have to show the world that he’s not that bad,” Kivenaal grumbled.
Malavera shrugged. “Even I know that coffins are not a source of good jokes.”
Kaylie sighed, shaking her head. “Don’t suppose anyone’s made any coffee?” she asked.
“I don’t drink that decaf shit, so, no, I didn’t dig the coffee pot out of the bag,” Kivenaal replied. He looked up just in time to see Takaraya fishing a pouch out of his pocket, opening the zipper, and tucking a tea bag into his cheek. “Do you have any idea how disgusting that is, Takaraya? Most people dunk those in a cup of hot water, they don’t chew them.”
“Yes, and where I’m from, we don’t light leaves on fire and smoke them,” Takaraya quipped back.
As Rukari roared past, tires squealing on the next corner, lights flashing and siren screaming, Jayde chuckled. “He’s not doing too badly out there.”
“You don’t just cram the deceased into a wooden box!” Valentin scolded before Takaraya could toss the bottle over. He started to cross his arms, but had to backtrack halfway through the process because he was still holding one sandwich, having just finished the first one.
As Takaraya chucked a tea bag into his mouth, Valentin’s anger turned to confusion. The explanation about his culture helped a little, at least.
“Well i don’t ‘light leaves and smoke them’ either… it’s not as common here as you think. But you are the first… person?.. ever to chew a tea bag…”, Valentin added. While the thought of chewing just the contents was weirdly intriguing to him, the taste of the bag itself ruined the prospect of it being a good idea.
Takaraya chuckled, then said, “To be fair, I’d asked Rukari how to make tea and he told me it’s not that hard to figure out. Somewhat is when you don’t know about kettles, tea pots, and what cups to use, but… I’m a soldier. We improvise when we don’t know what to do.”
“And occasionally break shit in the process,” Malavera quipped.
“How was I supposed to know the faucet handles turn the other way on this planet?” Takaraya shot back. “Considering how much shit Kaylie breaks, you shouldn’t give me hell just because I broke the cold water handle on the shower.”
Kivenaal chuckled. “Need I remind you, Malavera, of the front door incident?”
“No,” Malavera said defensively.
“Oh, I want to hear this,” Takaraya said. “He hasn’t let me forget about the faucet handle since I arrived on Earth.”
Malavera groaned as Kivenaal gave a savage grin.
“The short version is, Malavera here, smart and perceptive as he is, tried to pull open a door telling him to push it instead. Mangled the push-to-unlatch bar, broke both the top and bottom windows, and bent the steel door so it was wedged into the frame,” Kivenaal said, chuckling.
“Perhaps a truce, then, Malavera? You let the faucet handle slide and I don’t bring up the door issue?” Takaraya asked.
“Deal,” Malavera replied.
“Gotta say, most doors are damn confusing, especially if you cannot reasonable read the label from this far up. Thing’s at crotch-height for me… Speaking of which, i’ll head off for the bathroom,” Valentin said, heading out of the garage and taking the last bite of sandwich with him.
Michael’s remaining stint passes largely uneventful, except for a small misunderstanding with the Sandhurst in a braking zone. After a while, he signals the pits that the fuel light has come on.
As Michael brings the Kando to a stop, Corazon approaches him, geared up for another stint behind the wheel. “Anything happened, or happening?” he eagerly demands to know from Michael, as the latter exits the Kando.
“Nothing. It’s beginning to feel somewhat like Desert Bus”, Michael comments. “Oh, and it actually pulls a little bit to the right since the ‘operation’ at the last stop.”
“Meh. Not even something to roll for”, Corazon complains.
“The calm before the storm?” Lucas tries with a hopeful undertone.
Corazon shrugs dismissively and enters the Kando.
Jane meanwhile has finished refueling and Mary signals for Corazon to take off. To everyone’s surprise, he launches the Kando with utmost care.
The remaining Oxracers exchange worried glances and go back to rest, except Michael who volunteers for radio duty for Corazon’s last stint.
With Johan back in the pits and Anna on the track, it was a bit more hectic around other teams.
They were 5th! 5th!
Johan was ready to pull out the champagne.
“We’ll all eat you alive! You’ll see, Anna will make you regret coming here today!” he screamed to no team in particular.
Anton was trying to calm him down while Josef sat comfortably to watch the train wreck ready to happen.
“No way we fifth, does not make sense, just luck.” he mumbled.
Anton heard him.
“Hey Johan, it handled that well the car? Because…”, Anton held is tongue in.
“Yeah bro, it was awesome. Silky smooth, it accelerates super fast.” said Johan.
You could hear Josef mumble “That is why guardrails are your new friends…”
“No seriously, car is solid, feels like I am driving an unstoppable tank!! But yeah, the Oxracers and that damn Callahan are just way to fast. I reckon we can finish on the podium at this rate!” said an excited Johan.
Great, it was not a POS after all?
Anna was flying across the track.
Anton was confused, thinking about the car’s performance, when his thought were interrupted by Anna on the radio.
Anna (radio) - “Hey guys… this does not feel like a piece of shit. I do not understand. I could use a lot more mid and top-range acceleration, but this accelerates like a beast out of slow corners. It clearly was tuned, but not for high speed racing…”
Something in Anton’s mind clicked.
“The VIN! We can search the car’s history!” he blurted out of nowhere.
Josef laughed so much that he nearly fell out of his chair. “You… you… hahaha… you bought… snort a car, hahahaha, a car without checking? Fucking… haha, stupid millennials snort”
Anton was not amused. “Hey, sue me uncle, it was last minute you know…” he said trying to defend himself.
He started trying to find the few paperwork he had with him, unable to find the car’s VIN.
“We’ll have to get it when the car gets in for a refuel soon.” he said to himself, forgetting he was the next one to drive the car.
Meanwhile Johan was bored until they looked at the board.
on the radio
Johan - “YOU ARE 3rd!!! ANNA!!!”
Anna - “What seriously, I was in a groove, did not even realize, what happened, tons of accidents?”
Johan - “Dunno, was not paying attention… WE’LL KICK YOU ASSES” he screamed to the pits, but still on his mic.
Anna - “Can you not do that? Seriously, people are working here. I’ll probably have to coming in soon.”
Johan stopped listening, he was struting in the pits like a peacock.
Anna sputtered in the pits and got out of the car.
“Wow, this thing handles well. I’d like a bit more speed but…” she stopped as Anton was running around the car while Josef was fueling the car.
Anton looked it a headless chicken. “Where is it, where is it…” as he was frantically searching for the VIN.
“Err… you know it is your turn to drive right, Anton? Are you ready?” asked Anna, worried. She then looked a josef who shrugged.
“I think he’s looking for the VIN” said Johan, bored.
“Come on Anton, get in the car, we’re 3rd right now, don’t mess this up for us!!” she screamed at him.
Anton reluctantly got in, without finding what he was looking for.
He went out on the track, a bit distracted.
… which showed. About half-way through Anton impacted a guardrail severly, so much that flying debris went everywhere, causing chaos.
There goes the tank, Anton thought
Anton - “Clipped a guardrail hard, need to come in to fix, lots a lot of steel.”
Josef - “Roger that, we will be ready.”
Back in the pits, the Régal was in bad shape. Anton got out and continued his search.
“Got it!! Here, take a picture and do a search on it” he said to Johan, who was sitting on a chair looking at the team repairing the car.
“Yeah yeah, coming.” reluctantly said Johan.
Getting the VIN with all the rust took nearly longer than the repair.
“Come on stop this guys, that is not critical, we need to go back in the race, get the fuck out there Anton!!” said a livid Anna.
Anton jumped, a bit scared, and promptly got in the Régal.
Meanwhile, Johan was with Josef and Anna, doing a history search on the car itself.
“Guys…” hesitated Johan.
The jig is up thought Anna, he just found out this is a piece of …
“… we’ve got a freaking rally car!!!” screamed Johan.
Anna jumped. “What??” she exclaimed. It was modified in the 90s for rally racing. Actually did a few regional and national races, finished high in some and even won one.
“No wonder the transmission is tuned for the low end and it feels so smooth!” muttered Anna.
Johan still did not realize it was an octane tuned performance car, but at this point, no one cared.
They actually bought a decent car!! if they had known and had the time, maybe they could have tuned it better…
It would have probably helped them for sure as they were now 6th, losing 3 places since Anton get in the car.
Johan was now primed to get the rally car across the finish line!
As soon as he learned about the car, Anton felt more confident.
“I knew something was up!” he thought… just as he took a super wide turn and spun out of control, the Schnell barely missing it.
“Shit…” he screamed for himself.
He started to fully concentrate now.
His time improved, he actually passed the Saarland #23. He was invigorated.
He got enough ahead that they had the chance of coming back in front of the Saarland after refueling. He was flying.
“I’m coming in for a switch, nearly empty” he said on the radio.
Back in the pits, there was a bit of a scene between Anna and Johan.
“No it was my turn, MY TURN!” screamed johan.
“You are reckless, you’ll waste our chances to do better” responded Anna, calmly.
They argued for a while as the Régal pulled. Josef took care of refuel as he rolled his eyes at the 2 young hot shots viying for the wheel.
Anton got out. “Come on Johan, get ready!” he said.
Johan let out a victory yelp. “Ha Ah! I AM next.”
“Hey, I got us to third place and was not kissing that guardrail constantly…” muttered a saddened Anna.
“Come on Johan, help Josef while Anna gets in!” said Anton as he winked at Anna.
“Hey that’s not fair!” grumbled Johan. He was a bit furious.
“Thanks” said Anna as she passed Anton.
“Go get em” he responded.
It is now or never, about 6 hours left.
Unless the Sandhurst or the Cambridge have major issues, they do not have much chance, but they were going to battle that Saarland to the end.
5th place was possible, as Anna got in the car and accelerated out of the pits.
“Now, let’s race” she said to herself.
(to be continued)
4 AM - 8 AM
Both Hansen and Andersson now got some much needed time to rest. The Ambrosia had been relatively reliable and they did trust Carléns driving skills, even if he tried to push the beige barge a bit too hard.
They didn’t wake up until much later when Carlén came back for refuelling.
"Everything is fine?", Hansen asked.
"Yeah", Carlén answered. "Played a game of cat and mouse with the Callahan too, was too hard to resist, now I will probably be seen as an asshole, haha"
With the tank filled up, the beige barge once again went away, maybe getting back on the track with a little bit too fast pace, with the tail breaking out, but hey. It was begging to be driven that way.
TO BE CONTINUED…
8 AM - NOON
With 4 hours left of the race, the WRK has to go in for refuelling. The Przenopewien once again hits another object on the track, this time it is the Callahan. The Przenopewien needs some mild panel beating but the Callahan looks worse and will need lots of time in the pits. Meanwhile, the Sandhurst does some light guardrail nudging, meaning that the Saarland has to slow down for it, and the Régal also has to slow down but manages to pass the two cars. The Bricksley slightly nudges the Cambridge but it doesn’t seem to make any major damage to any of the cars.
It might look worrying that the Cambridge immediately is going into the pits but it seems like if it was just running out of fuel. The WRK is braking to not hit a skidding Seongu, resulting in the WRK being hit by the Sandhurst instead, and the Régal barely avoiding the mess with a spinout. The WRK is in such a sad shape that Team Rogue Traders decides to end the race, and the Sandhurst requires quite a lot of time for panel beating in the pits.
The sort of aggressive driving has given the Seongu the lead, but at the same time it seems to be kind of harsh on the little hatchback, for example now it was nudging the guardrail again. The Callahan barely avoids the guardrail at the same spot, something the Bricksley doesn’t. Team Shift Happens now has to do some straightening of sheetmetal in the pits, and at the same time they fill up the tank. Also refuelling is the Sandhurst.
Aggressive driving has also been somewhat of a trademark for Team “If it’s not punk it’s junk”. A spinout of the Cambridge also causes a spinout of the Seongu. The Régal barely avoids all of this, passing that whole bunch of cars is a slightly impatient Erik Carlén in the Saarland, but he seems to be misjudging the speed of the Bricksley driving ahead of this car-pileup. A sideswipe later, the Bricksley now has two flapping doors on the OTHER side, meaning that a visit in the pits is needed, while the Saarland seems to be battered and bruised, but more or less intact from a function standpoint, and continues like if nothing happened. As a host, we apologize to Team shift happens already now.
After some hectic minutes, it is all calming down. Maybe driving for hours are taking its toll on some of the drivers, because we have seen better driving than the one Team Septic tank is doing right now. Also, the Przenopewien has to go in for refuelling.
Coming back on the track, the Przenopewien is behaving strange, sometimes pinging like crazy. Going back into the pits, it turns out that the distributor is loose, maybe been knocked from all the beating the orange soapbar has been taking.
It is all calm at the moment, spare for the driving by Team Oxracers in the white Seongu #41 being a bit aggressive again, causing some nudging of the Union without any further damage.
The Régal does some slight nudging of the guardrail, causing the Callahan to swerve. Maybe Team Desert Scavengers has been misjudging things a little, because with just some minutes left they have to refuel their Union. Barely getting back on track, all the 24 hours have went and the race is over.
(Results are pending since I want to make some more RP room.)
As the Bricksley’s clock rolled over to 8 AM, having been set yesterday, Rukari looked up toward the pit lane to see Kayden writing something on a chalkboard…
It took an additional lap before Rukari saw what had been written on that board. Bold as polished brass in wide, white-chalk letters, he now had his orders straight from the pit lane.
Rukari gave a savage grin and wrapped his hand around the automatic’s gear selector, pulling the gearbox out of drive and down a gear, letting the V8, officially, off of the leash.
“She’ll come apart doing that,” Kaylie warned, seeing Kayden’s message board.
“If he’s tearing up the engine, he’s way less likely to tear up the car,” Kayden replied. He watched as the WRK zoomed into the pit lane for some gas, followed by hearing a loud crash as the Przenopewien and the Callahan got into a tangle, with both cars coming in for a date with the hammers.
“Skadu vi! Learn to drive!” Rukari yelled as the Sandhurst hit the guardrail, causing a course-correcting Saarland to slow down along with the Regal, which slid past both cars with ease. Rukari pushed the throttle down hard in a lower gear, the unfettered V8 screaming past 6000 RPM as it shot past the Saarland, the lights and sirens announcing his presence just as intensely as the engine at this point.
Then Rukari gave a savage grin as he saw the Cambridge up ahead. Knowing the front quarters were soft, he aimed to use the nudge-bar this time, tagging the rear bumper of the Cambridge and causing it to slide.
Almost immediately after recovering, the Cambridge disappeared into the pits, but when Kayden replied to Rukari that “They just needed gas, maybe a change of shorts at the most,” Rukari just chuckled.
A savage snarling roar bellowed through the exhaust as Rukari caught up to the next group trading paint, as the Seongu slid into a skid, the WRK piled on the brakes, and the Sandhurst, already having proven to Rukari once in the last hour that they couldn’t drive, piled into the WRK. The Regal spun out in an attempt to avoid crashing into the mess, while the WRK would be leaving the race on a trailer, and the Sandhurst went into the pits for some panel beating.
“Ought to make driver of car unbend panels,” Rukari called out over the radio. “Would teach not to crash car.”
Karma had a bullet with Rukari’s name on it, as while the Seongu brushed the guardrail and the Callahan narrowly avoided it, Rukari scuffed up the passenger side of the car. He brought it into the pit lane with the smashed Sandhurst not far behind.
“Right, you smashed the car, Rukari, this is yours,” Malavera said, as Rukari got out of the car and grabbed up the hammer to move some of the mangled paneling out of the way of the wheels and the hood. He worked quickly while Norse had a quick breakfast, watching the chaos as Rukari straightened panels and Kivenaal juggled four fuel cans for a quick fill-up. With panels properly beaten, Rukari handed off the hammer and climbed back in, sending the engine howling to the moon down the pit lane as he rejoined the track.
Rukari was back in his element, having passed the Cambridge and Seongu neatly, only to hear squealing tires behind him. Sure enough, the Cambridge had spun out, initiating a spin-out of the Seongu. The Regal piled on the brakes, slowing up the Saarland, which shot around the still-moving accident-in-motion, and promptly side-swiped the whole driver’s side of the car.
“Skadu di! I just fixed this!” Rukari yelled into the radio, limping the car into the pit lane with the hazard lights flashing as well as the lights and siren.
“Great. We can’t weld both of these shut,” Kivenaal grumbled. He grabbed a barn door latch for the front door, struck up the oxy-acetylene torch, and proceeded to “install” it between the front and rear doors. To ensure it would work, he welded the rear door shut.
Takaraya gave a disapproving look over at the Trafikjournalen team, crossing his titanium-plated arms and shaking his head until someone came over to apologize. (@Knugcab)
The welding took a while, and more importantly, carefully breaking out the driver’s side windows without filling the car with glass had proven to be necessary after the front window-winder motor had given up after the impact. With the side of the car cooled down by plenty of water, and Rukari back behind the wheel, the Bricksley left the pit lane in a flurry of wheel-spin and a big puff of black smoke out of the exhaust.
“Calm before storm,” Rukari said, seeing the track was relatively peaceful. He pushed the Bricksley hard, lights and sirens blaring, engine starting to protest slightly under the strain, wind howling through the cabin thanks to the latest repairs. Other than Team Septic Tank again proving their driver couldn’t drive, and the orange Przenopewien needing gas, things were quiet.
Then the orange cheese block came back out on track making a terrible racket for a lap and returning to the pits.
He witnessed the Seongu nudge the Union and shook his head. “Neyi. Police car is heavy, you not spin it out,” he said over the radio. (@AndiD)
“Hey, if you’re saving anything in reserve, now’s the time to use it!” Kaylie called to Rukari over the radio.
Rukari gave a savage smile, downshifted, and buried the gas pedal. The engine surged up to speed, passing the Regal and Callahan just before the Regal nudged the guardrail. The Union disappeared from the track, returning with mere minutes to spare.
Rukari glanced down as a light came on after he crossed the finish line for the last time, ending the 24 hours. Grabbing the steering wheel on the right side with his left hand to make the left turn coming up, Rukari keyed the microphone and said, “I have oil light on.”
The tires suddenly squealed as a thundering bang sounded from up front. The rear tires, now coated in oil, caused the car to spin out. He felt the back end hit something, then the nudge-bar met the guard rail.
“Skadu vi! Vie ruki!” he yelled, having just received an airbag-assisted punch in the face.
“Shit!” Kivenaal yelled, seeing Rukari spin out the car, doing a good job of maintaining control… If he had about a quarter mile more of straight road to get the car straightened up. He waited for the cars to pass where Rukari was at, then took off at a full run. When someone yelled to him, Kivenaal yelled back, “That’s my brother in there!”
Takaraya, likewise, took off running in case he was needed, grabbing Kayden on the way past into a fireman’s carry so they had a field medic. Despite Kivenaal’s head start, Takaraya got to the car first…
Just in time to see a slightly-dazed Rukari reaching out of the battered Bricksley’s window, hauling himself out of it and, with his face covered in his own blue blood, raising both fists to the sky in celebration.
The four of them walked back to the pit lane, letting the track tow-truck retrieve the battered car.
Kaylie’s first response, more from relief that he was okay and not seeming that badly injured, was, “You look like shit.”
“I would say same, but not polite,” Rukari replied, grabbing a shop towel and wiping his bleeding nose and split lip with a grimace.
Kayden looked around and motioned to Jayde and Malavera to help get all the steel items away from the military cot. “Right, we’re just going to have you lay down here. I’m making sure you’re okay.”
“Neyi. Am fine. White puff-bag hit me in face with hand,” Rukari grumbled.
“Guys,” Kaylie pointed out to the two newer members of the crew, “Be careful around Rukari’s blood. It stains everything and it oxidizes metals like crazy. Also… If you get any on your hands, for the sun’s sake, don’t get it in your eyes or mouth. You’ll have a really bad time.”
“Rukari, can you stand still!? We’re trying to make containment and cleanup easy, and you’re dripping on the pit lane,” Kayden grumbled.
Jayde, on the other hand, gently grabbed both Val’s and Norse’s hands in his, then said, “If you need someone to talk to, I’ve been told I’m a good listener. And… I may know a thing or two about facing a fear, or an event that’s unpleasantly similar to the first.”
“Desert Bus?” Corazon wonders aloud in the Kando’s cockpit after a while in his stint, recalling Michael’s statement when they changed drivers during the past pitstop. “This is more like OutRun, just passing people left and right” , he mutters as he laps the Sandhurst on the left and then the WRK on the right immediately after. With a sad glance, he notices, however, that not only there is no blonde woman in the passenger seat - there is no passenger seat at all in the Kando, in fact.
He did not choose the best spot on track to let his thoughts wander, however, as he runs wide at the very next corner and has to catch the Kando before it skids into the guardrail. “Almost like OutRun”, he corrects himself.
Since OutRun does not have a rear view mirror, Corazon remains oblivious of the carnage that his little skid (skit?) caused behind him, with the WRK @Fayeding_Spray having to take evasive action, being hit by the Sandhurst @stm316 in the process, and the Regal @karhgath is somehow also in the mix.
Michael on radio duty in the pits has a prime vantage point on the ensuing chaos and he shakes his head. He presses the ‘speak’ button. “Everything alright?”
“Affirmative”, is all Corazon answers.
“You want to hand over to Lucas early?”
“Negative”, is the curt reply from Corazon. Michael wonders how much swagger one can put into a single word and he shakes his head again.
He decides to follow Corazon’s driving a bit more closely in the next minutes, but apart from one close call with the guardrail Michael has to concede that Corazon is actually doing a rather fine job out there.
A while later Michael gets distracted by the other Oxracers who are now fully awake again and cobble together some rudimentary breakfast. They try to pass the time with some banter until some curse words from Corazon in the radio receiver shift their attention back on track. Another multi-car pile-up with the Kando facing the wrong way, along with the Cambridge, and the Regal (again), Saarland and Bricksley are involved as well.
“You okay?” Mary has taken over radio duty again.
“I’m fine and the Kando is, too”, he replies angrily. “THE BLOODY PUNKS DRIVE LIKE JUNK THOUGH.” @Maverick74
The other Oxracers exchange amused glances - they rightly assume that Corazon shouted the last words through the Kando’s open driver window while happening to keep the ‘Speak’ button pressed so that they are able listen in as well.
“Shall we put Lucas behind the wheel? Looks like we should not stretch our Luck any further for the last few hours?”
Corazon seems to need a few seconds to consider things. “Alright, one more lap and then I come in for a quick driver change.”
Mary signals Lucas to get ready for the final stint.
OOC: Feel free to have folks be angry at Corazon especially for the mess he caused earlier…
Pre Race - Trackside
Ollie: Look at this field. There’s a PrincessPeach, Singer, Shell, a Brick and something to do with sugar. Plus, that excessively pink monstrosity. I think that’s got factory backing, they’ve got a camera crew!
Andreas: Sometimes I wonder why mother didn’t drown you. It’s a cactus.
(too bad you didn’t see Ollie’s face after that one)
Ollie: A pink cactus?
Harald: Quit it, you two. We’ve got (n^4)-1 competitors, and twenty-four hours to get in front of them, which means, mathematically, if we start at the back, we’ll need to pass someone every thirty seven minutes. This is our second attempt at this, let’s try to finish.
Andreas: We know. You’ve told us three times this morning.
Ollie: I’m up, keys! puts his hand out.
Harald: I won the leaf-boat race in the gutter, so, I go first.
Part One… Noon - 4 PM
Harald was driving, thinking about existential crises, like who REALLY put the bomp in the bomp bah bomp bah bomp… and who shot Lorraine? Maybe Lorraine was in fact, the deputy? By the time he’d finished the first stint, he’d moved on to the probability of those cat-people being actual cat-people. 300km of driving can do things like that to your mind. A driver change seemed like a BRILLIANT idea right now. Aside from typical pit-crew/driver chatter, it’d been relatively quiet from his perspective.
Part 2… 4PM - 8PM
Ollie: GO! Arnold, GO! (as Team Schrott flew past.)
Harald: “Arnold”? Who in the heck is “Arnold”?
Ollie: The Schwarzenburger. I’m naming them. “Dirty Harry” (points at the post-grads). I heard someone say Callahan over there. So…
Harald: Let me guess, the Schnell is now “ACHTUNG, Baby”.
Ollie: Thanks. I was stuck on that one… but, it just became U2, like the spy plane. Ooh! Here comes Andreas.
Andreas pulls in to the pits for a tank of go juice
Harald: Anything stupid happening with the car?
Andreas: That knock is still there at low throttle, and maybe check the steering fluid. But it’s behaving, for now. Some of those other drivers really should get lessons. You’d think there’d be at least a little bit of courtesy out there.
(in French accented English) One hour later…
Andreas: MOVE you, moron!
He decided the accelerator was a better pick than the brake, and… “tapped” the Régal.
Andreas: Umm, guys. I’m coming in.
Harry and Ollie on radio: What did you do?
For the rest of his stint, Andreas managed to keep out of trouble, unless you count the part where he forgot to keep off the barrier. He enjoyed watching everyone else play bumper-cars.
7:58PM - The car is in the pits for a driver change.
As Ollie straps himself in:
Andreas: Avoid the thing with the mohawk. I’m not sure they’re playing the same game as everyone else.
Harald: Three cars out in eight hours, and we’re in fourth. I work that out to be… 600 kays down, one thousand eight hundred to go, assuming we don’t lose pace.
Ollie: Enough nerding. I’ve got some driving to do. (A little clutch slip never hurt anyone, as he rolls away from the pits, royal waving at his brothers.)
Part 3… 8PM - 11:50PM
Ollie: Get out of the way, Mister Sweetchuck. Damned Vol… Saarland drivers. Let’s see what happens if I do… THIS!! (a failed attempt at passing the Saarland follows, as does a string of words in a selection of languages… he spent the morning in google translate.)
Another fuel stop at about 11:00, more steering fluid, then back out into the carnage…get it “Car”-nage. Ollie thinks he’s very funny. I happen to agree.
Andreas: Okie Dokie, artichokie. You sure you’re good to go back out? Your headache is gone?
Harald: I’m alright.
Ollie pulls in, drivers (and words) are exchanged. Mostly about Ollie’s driving.
Part 4… 12AM - 4AM
Harald was lapping the track in a very regular manner. Well controlled. Calm. Organised. Quite different to how most of the others had been. Bent panels, missing lights, spi-i-i-ining.
Harald: I know that car is the one to avoid. That little FM. That little MF. They can’t drive straight. No, they only drive straight, it’s the track that’s curved.
Harald: Round and around and around and around we go
Oh, now tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know
When the car finished it’s pirouette, Harald figured it would be smart to focus on driving.
By the time the driver change FINALLY rolled around, Harald had managed to climb back up to 3rd. A total of over 1200Km, and this thing was still running. He was starting to think about what would break off first. Those stupid plywood wings? Or the plastic rear spats?
Harald: It’s 4AM on a clear morning, there’s a beautiful glow on the horizon, like everyday for 6 months of the year. And, I’m over driving. Final tune for the early breakfast show is Billy Ocean’s “Get outta my dreams, get into my car”.
Harald pulls into his designated pit bay, Andreas helps him out and jumps in in his stead.
Andreas: Seriously, bro. That REEKS!
Part 5 4AM - 8AM
Andreas had by far the worst sint this time around. He’d had to stop for a tank, during which Ollie managed to not only bring empty cans, but forget which side the filler was on.
Andreas: (muttering to himself as Ollie fumbles the cans) It’s not hard. Just fill it up so I can go.
Several dozen laps later, the goon in the Sing-song seemed to be trying to make his life hard. He closed the gap as the car in front shed waay to much speed for the corner.
Andreas: When I say whoa, I meeean WHOA!
He made the sign of the Cross, a Crescent, and even drew a Star of David in the air. Then he watched as the little car pulled away.
Andreas: Oh, come on!
A not-insignificant time later
Andreas: You stupid idiot in your glorified fish-tackle box! Friggin’, shit sticking out everywhere. That’s not even your own hair!
Andreas jumped on the brakes, clutch in, and threw the car back a gear, hand still on the shift lever ready to go back up. CRUNCH
Andreas: (turns his head as if the car behind can hear him) Not even going to buy me dinner first? (yells) Ich hoffe das tut weh
By the end of his session, he’d managed to not only keep the car running, but hold their position in the race. Sitting in the top 3. Looking good.
Part 6 8AM - 12PM
Ollie was doing reasonably well. Until he slipped a bit through a turn, hitting the barrier, and snapping the wing off the right quarter-panel, watching it bounce away in the mirror.
Ollie: NOOOOOOOOOOOO! WANG! COME BACK! Now I can only turn left.
He gripped the wheel and prepared for the next turn, almost failing to notice the WRK growing in front of him. Brakes! Too late. Straight into the back of the light truck, it’s tailgate and the Sandhurst’s bonnet deciding to play origami with each other.
Ollie: (on the radio) Hey, guys! Whats the biggest hammer we’ve got? I just butt-punched a rogue.
Harald: Andreas, grab the stuff. (into the radio) It’s still running? If you can finish this lap, we’ll be ready when you get here.
Will the Sandhurst continue to not “JUST DIE, YOU PIECE OF CRAP”? Will I write something up post-finish? Will any of you care? Find out when the final reuslt are posted.
Race: Ye im cramming everything
Considering these might get even less relevant for racing than what Elizi would be saying (this simply because Bricksley is still running and Val and Norse belong to team behind said car) typing this as precaution
-We shall discuss situation
-Ok. At the moment, we have three confirmed cars at our disposal: two Daniloski KimiKups and this Saguaro.
KimiKups would be greater option for actual speed and are newer and more reliable, but fact that we are talking about what i recall as 2+2 coupe kinda doesnt sit well with me.
-Do we have any news on Andrea, Tatitza and Pi?
-Soon to enter 180+ so they are still 80+ away from now. Therefore i cant rely on them whatsoever.
-It does happen to be weird: you heard about some stuff maybe bcos its biggest known war you heard of and now…you are in that era.
-They started fair bit earlier tbh. And…i very much doubt they really take that much attention to time.
To get back on topic, i dont think their return would really benefit our troubles.
-So, does anyone want to comment anything?
-Ok, what would you like to comment?
-I feel you are doing that on purpose to piss me off…
-We should consider what everyone would like or want or even need to have as vehicle.
Some would be willing to put up with less space or would have will and knowledge to repair at side of road, while others would not.
-It prob becomes very good question of what would you be willing to give those two oldies to travel around.
-Oh, look who had relearned to say stuff other than “Yes”.
-It became too boring to try annoying you.
So out of three they would get…
-Stay at home. KimiKups are more reliable, but happen to be tricky to use thanks to manual. They look too nice to be scuffed, or given to two oldies that will park it wherever whenever and potentially bump something or someone along the ride
-Thanks to their power, they would be relatively easy to use on highway. Lack of relative space might not be that much of issue, seeing that both are used to tight spaces and are 1.5m long each
Also not hard to pack when you dont really have any personal belongings or tools.
-Might be too much power actually. They might need tad bit more offroad prowess from car, seeing that i can totally picture them parking in mud, grass, snow etc. or ofc deciding to tackle such conditions
Byt ye, lack of useful cargo space and rear doors would be an issue: im sure they would like to use rear bench for sleeping or storing immideately needed items.
-Saguaro is out of question as well for some other different reasons?
-Will be more useful to rest of us. Also we are yet to get to know it.
Such an old car likely would hold some nasty secrets that might leave us at side of road.
At this point, Mat’s dad had decided that he slept long enough and, as such, requested that van is ridden of its current inhabitants.
This meant waking up sleeping trio, which groggily exited the vehicle.
Upon their removal, dad had jumped straight into it after grabbing few sandwitches so he has something to eat.
This journey will be longer in duration, as he did planned to make few stops along the way.
This did meant that his former passengers would stay at track, tho.
But its not like their presence would be for nothing…
-Come in, dont be scared
-Im not scared, just eternally worried…where are we gonna do this anyway?
-Parking lot, perhaps? Besides, we are in middle of nowhere so i guess you can go wherever you like.
-How to achieve that, tho?
-You have two pedals down there: left is brake which means it slows car down and its eventually stopping it. Other is gas, which means that car goes faster.
This is gear lever, you use it to command in which direction you want car to be moving in. Ofc there are more intricate details to it but thats as much as you could understand and as much as you would need.
This round thing in front of you is steering wheel: turning it around also turns front wheels so you can actually steer car in direction you want.
Ofc rest of world can decide to throw some shade on Americans for their strong preference of automatic transmissions but you gotta give credit where its due: rather new drivers (although of very advanced age) and blessed with no technical knowledge of any kind are that much more easier to grasp basics of driving if there is no need to handle the clutch.
Yes, Saguaro is automatic. And yes, this would prob mean whatever Loojoe and Siviko actually get for their travelling around would also be automatic. But its going to be properly difficult of teaching old dog (and cat) new tricks.
Siviko had fared little bit better, prob due to fact he is much younger.
-I guess you will drive us around, son.
-Would be tiring to do that entirely on my own. You may be worse driver but would be better than tired me. Besides, both of us have right to enjoy the journey which would be difficult if you are constantly worried about not crashing into someone.
Klimentol: Its reccomended to make stops every few hours of driving anyway. But yes, both of things Siviko said are important.
BANG (Klimentol continues)
Uhhh…good thing we werent going fast…or crashed into something that belongs to fellow competitor.
Apart from fresh dent on Gromadon’s cover, no lasting damage was done.
You need to put that lever to here as you cant push that.
-Gromadon? Havent he stayed in pits?
-He havent hauled your asses to here…i did.
-Wait who am i talking to
-Loojoe Senior Mravolinski Loojoephantom
-Oh, havent recalled you being in team. Aydar Senior here…or Gromadon IV if its to go by actual name.
Klimentol: We decided Gromadon refers to dad and Aydar refers to son to avoid confusion.
-Sorry for crashing into you, then. We are learning to drive.
-Why? Rest of us would be perfectly able to drive you around if needed…or well, carrying you around in my case.
Siviko: We would rather not bother with bringing you lot along. We plan on returning to travelling around, but this time using something other than our feet as neither got any younger.
-He might even get some pussy along the way.
Apart from Siviko, everyone else was very amused by that.
What? Its not like you are literally without a kitten to your name. I did what i could to prolong your bloodline, but cant make you a child.
You are last member of that cat family.
-Ye, but bringing that up every single time might be too much.
-Besides, im raised by a dog. No offence, but that could easily mean im not exactly best cat material.
-True…but you did gained many useful skills that most other cats never did and likely never would muster. Fact your upbringer wasnt another cat brings no importance here.
You are speaking human language. Granted, as far as i heard from Klimentol, not very common one but def human nonetheless.
Serbian was its name iirc?
-Yes. Besides, you do know how to provide for family…not to mention you are at this very moment trying to muster yet another skill.
-Its almost like you would like cat cousins.
-As a matter of fact, yes: you might be adopted into our dog family, but we look at you no different than at rest of us. Same would extend to your offspring…uncle.
Eventually, bantering was ended and more practice was put. Occassionally, attention would be brought to carnage on track which would really live up to its brief description.
Fair bit of driving brought fair amount of appetite, which required indeed a stop for big breakfast.
Aydar had took reigns of teacher afterwards, also covering some other basics like turning on headlights or starting/stopping car engine
Siviko accidentally learned how to use wipers.
Loojoe REALLY liked horn sound, bit too much perhaps.
But as time went on, both students felt more comfortable with this…“yeah, can totally imagine myself now driving around” kind of comfortable.
Real test will be in order tho.
REALLY REAL TEST…
As of the moment of this writing, leaderboard was yet to be announced, mostly bcos getting some more interactions would be more interesting than just wrapping it up for this year.
But, despite what said leaderboard may say, there likely will be fair few guaranteed winners.
Team Mravolinski-Chitco is at very bottom of leaderboard, it was first to be out of race infact.
Still, such thing might have been blessing in dusguise as said team was able to relatively easily fix their car for its new life as daily driver.
Fair few others would not be so lucky: 24h Clunkers had once again proven to be destructive event, seeing one fire and one badly bent car to name just few others that arent likely to find much purpose for their retired machinery.
Then…there are hosts.
Member of team that oversaw 39 earlier editions sadly didnt made it for 40th edition, which both did and didnt matter.
Event ran as expected, being just as much of controlled chaos as always was.
Everyone had fair bit of fun and bantering between different teams and inside teams themselves was definitely big contributor to that.
Considering Trafikjournalen sent their best IPFanatic, Mr.Slow and ImNewAtThis in this race…they def fit said dynamic quite well.
What was, however, bad and sad stood in fact that few previous years havent been kind to them.
Yes, they havent made event to win themselves and yes, its kind of given that someone would fail but they did failed to finish up until the end.
Even if they themselves wouldnt celebrate much on bringing grannymobile to finish, Mat was beyond excited.
There is part of yet another team that might see this as an absolute win. However we shall wait on that winning part to be written
Another part of said team went through regular course of race: nothing to laugh about but also nothing particularly special about result.
Do we mention Oxracers here?
Ehhhh…i guess they are winners too in one way or another, by dominating the event from very beggining
But that makes them such an obvious winners that really leaves us with not much useful stuff to say.
Their rolls had paid off big time tho