The 2022 Trafikjournalen 24h clunker challenge (FINAL RESULTS)

Mopey - Well it looks an awesome car…wish I could dri-
Spanners - NO!
Mopey - But it was only a littl-
Spanners - NO!

Crackle arrives

Crackle - Erm hey Mopey, Spanners.
Mopey - Hey Crac…WAIT! What do you mean “Mopey”
Crackle - So, the car…I asked a mate to look over it and-
Spanners - Is he a mechanic?
Mopey - “Mopey”?
Crackle - Yeah, he’s lead foreman at FM and-
Spanners - And what did he have to say?
Mopey - Why “Mopey”?
Crackle - He said something along the lines of…“This is a flipping travesty of automotive engineering done rather badly.”
Spanners - He said what?
Crackle - “This is a flipp-”
Spanners - Actual words, please, mate!
Crackle - He said it was a fucking deathtrap and anyone driving it could die!
Mopey - What a shame I can’t drive it…now, about this “Mopey”.
Spanners - HOW bad, exactly?

Snap appears

Snap - You told him yet?
Crackle - Was just about to.
Snap - Just fill up the washer bottle and we’re good to go!
Spanners - What??
Crackle - Front suspension isn’t the OE spec, neither’s the rear but at least that’s bolted ONTO the bodywork with proper bolts…not woodscrews.
Spanners - Is that all?
Crackle - Fuel lines are more akin to a rollercoaster in the way it’s laid out. Tyres are almost Picards. I’ve replaced a hole, he pushed his finger through, with tape and repainted it. Brakes look like they’re off a Model T. Water pump is leaking and the power steering doesn’t look like anything he’s seen before.
Snap - And the turbo’s a bit whiny. Oh hey Mopey!
Spanners - Well, it only has to run for 24 hours…what could possibly go wrong in that time?
Mopey - “MOPEY”???

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Team Prognosis Negative

Rollcall

Anna, 18 yrs old, self-pronounced activist that might go into polsci.

  • Role: Driver, marketing and social media
  • Outgoing, outspoken, does not really understand humor (don’t tell her). She’s a bit oblivious, she changes her cause often, but she’s the de facto leader of the outfit

Johan, 18 yrs old, prepping for higher education in Finance or Law or something else?

  • Role: Driver, could maybe handle spreadsheets (who are we kidding here?)
  • Young, posh, fearless, likes to party. Money comes from family, never had to work a day in his life.

Anton, 19 yrs old, prepping for higher education in Engineering

  • Role: Driver, assistant mechanic
  • Reserved, geekier, but still hanging out with the cool guys. Works part time in his father’s garage, comes from a lower class family.

Josef, 35 years old, Anton’s uncle

  • Role: Mechanic
  • Gruff, no patience for stupidity, has other fry to fish but his brother asked him politely to help Anton - he could not refuse.

Chapter I - Finding a car

Johan
got lEd on a kewl (_!_) car!
orly?
93 regal touring estate (octane tuned!)
based!
fuk yeah!
will let Anna know
...


* warning: the above was allegedly translated from Swedish and liberties were taken in translating text speech - it is clearly just not the author making things up and being old/out of touch.

Anton was excited. They talked about trying out for the Trafikjournalen 24h Clunker race, but his father told him he needed to find his own car. Johan had about 10,000 from his family just lying around and Anna crowdfunded about 3,500 extra, so they had a good budget for this. Evidently, Anton was stuck trying to find a car.

The guy that contacted Anton on marketplace was pretty cool.

Some Guy on Marketplace
Got something that might interest you, pretty rad car, I have it here at my yard.
what is it!?
93 regal touring estate, tuned by octane racing. A real looker.
never heard, can I see?
Might need a bit of work.
how much?
What's your budget?
errr, just tell me how much
I do not have time to waste for a nobody with no money. Bye.
13,500! that's how much we got!!
Hmmmm... lemme think.


Now Anton was excited, he agreed to meet him and get to see the car, he was to meet Johan and Anna at the scrap yard.

He guessed that at that price, it might need a bit of work, but he already talked to his father and his uncle Josef will help get the car in shape for the race.

Anton joined Anna and Johan a bit late, they were already talking with the guys - a early 20 mechanic looking guy with a cap and a smoke.

Johan - “Man we’re excited Anton! He’s telling us all about the car…”

Anna - “It has a 3.5L 250 hp turbo with AWD, racing tuned and sports suspension, it was tuned by Régal’s racing outfit Octane.”

Marketplace Guy - “It’s the bomb. As I said, there is a bit of work that needs to go in it…”

They followed the guy inside.

Marketplace Guy - “You got the money right? I have 5 other people coming in later - you sneeze and you lose it. Not here to waste time.”

Anton - “No sir.”

A bit of uneasy silence settled in. They each felt pressure but it was too awkward to tallk about it here.

The guy opened the door and the stepped in the bay to unveil this beauty…

The big reveal

93 Régal Touring (Octane Edition)


The trio was stunned. If we could read their minds, they would have said in unison “WHAT A PIECE OF CRAP!”

But no one was a psychic and they all stood there, awkwardly.

Marketplace Guy - “So for 13,500 I can get it delivered to you. I would check the direction before driving it. Should be structurally sound. It’s a bargain, a mint copy would be around 100,000!! This one is even race ready, all but the driver’s seats were removed.”

It was not a mint copy tho, but looked cool… (really??) Badges were missing, some seemed to have been moved or replace with stickers, I guess it could happen said Anton to himself.

They all looked at each other, but no one blinked or said “Hell no! we’re not taking that piece of shit.”.

Johan - “So, err, venmo’s ok right?”

Marketplace Guy - “Sure, just tell me where you want me to drop it.”

A long pause, Anton and Anna tried to smile to each other to appear excited, but both were panicking inside.

Johan - “Ok, so, money was sent, you, err, got it?”

Marketplace Guy - “Sure did!! The key cylinder is broken, but here, take this metal stick, it fits in and you can force it to turn to start the car. Nice doing business with ya.”

The guy fakes a call and got out of there.

The trio was standing there in silence.

Anton - “Well we got a car for clunker, I guess” he mumbled that last part

Johan - “Yeah, one more check on the list, right?”

Anna - “We bought a piece of shit right? And we gave him all our money?”

Johan - “When you put it that way… why didn’t you stop me!?”

As the voices raised, a full blown argument erupted and lasted all the way back home. Anton was to ask his uncle to come check the car and assess the damage, and if it could run in time for the race.

Ahh, to be young and careless.

At least they had a car for the 24h Clunker…

'93 Régal Touring (Octane Edition)

Isn't it a beauty?

  • 3.5L Inline 6 Turbo with 350 hp
  • All-Wheel Drive with sports suspension
  • Full aluminum panels and lighweight chassis
  • Alloy sports wheels
  • 6 speed manual transmission with torque sensing diff

to be continued…

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Just a reminder: A little over 3 days left now. :slight_smile:

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Team Oxracers, Ep. 6: One Kando’s trash is another Kando’s treasure?

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Jane, Mary and Lucas make their way into Ludo’s junkyard where lots of abandoned cars sit, all waiting for Ludo to take the good bits out and add to his massive inventory.

They find the red crashed Kando without a problem, close to the main storage building.

They all take a good look around the car. “It looks like one of the SXes, turbocharged”, Jane comments surprised.

“Obviously.” Mary points at the big TURBO decal on the front doors.

Jane continues. “They are quite rare, I think. But good news for us, as there is a lower front lip added to the front bumper.”

“There seems to another part inside, a plasticky bit”, Lucas points out.

Jane takes a peek through the half-shattered glass. “Looks like the rear spoiler. Must have fallen right off during the rear impact, and someone helpfully put it inside. Together with the intact front bumper, that makes a complete aero kit.”

“Do you think Seongu actually took it into a wind farm? Or is it just decoration?”

“Wind tunnel”, Jane corrects. “Either way, it’s the best we can get.”

“Maybe the crash impact made it more aerodynamic?” Mary suggests.

Jane shrugs. “I’ll bolt these on to our Kando and then we’ll see what happens.” She starts to unscrew the front bumper while Lucas opens the door with quite some force and reaches into the car to take the rear spoiler out, careful not to touch any of the shattered glass.

Jane hands the scavenged front bumper to Lucas who has to balance the two quite unwieldy plastic parts. Mary just stands nearby and watches them both.

Afterwards, Jane dives into the engine bay. “Yes, same base engine as ours, but with a turbo. So we don’t need Ludo’s turbos from storage.” She extracts the outwardly undamaged turbo and fuel injection units. “This looks actually quite pristine in there”, she comments. “I think I grab the alternator as well, looks much better than the one in our Kando. What’s the mileage on this?”

Mary peeks through the driver window. “55000 miles. Not that much.”

“This looks a bit like being back from a recent big service where a couple of parts were replaced”, Jane wonders. “The mileage roughly aligns with the common service intervals. Let me check something.” She places the alternator on the a dry patch of mud in the yard and squats down to inspect the Kando’s wheels.

“Almost fresh brakes, from what I can see. The SX had vented discs all the way round, unlike the example we have back home. Hope the rear ones are still ok. Help me get the wheels off really quick”, she directs Mary.

Lucas is still standing there with the front bumper and the rear spoiler on his two hands. “Fresh brakes have not helped them that much”, he comments.

Jane shrugs. “Or braked too well. They only got rear ended, the front is intact, after all.” Lucas is too stunned to react verbally.

After a short while, the Kando in the yard has lost all four wheels and brakes. Jane balances the detached wheels against the Kando’s side. With Mary’s help, they carry the rest of the salvaged parts back to Ludo.

“Quite a haul”, Ludo comments on their re-appearance while pointing to the counter, now filled with suspension parts, a limited slip differential with visible signs of wear, and a number of metal tubes and bars for their roll cage. “You still have your Saarland wagon?”

Jane nods.

“Alright, I’ll deliver the tyres later today. You should be able to fit the rest.”

"Thank you so much, Ludo! How much for everything?“

He starts to scribble numbers on a dirty sheet of paper.

“Before you say us the final amount…” Mary begins. Ludo looks up. She continues. “As Jane said earlier, we are going to take part in a race. Quite a long one actually. 24 hours straight.”

“Yes?”

“We can add your website to our car if you like. Think of it as sponsorship.”

Ludo thinks for a few seconds, then continues scribbling. When he is finished with writing numbers, he crosses out the top five positions on the paper and adds the rest up. “That’s then two hundred pounds. Send me pictures of your car with my website on it, will ya?”

When getting out the cash, Jane tries to hide that she brought a considerably larger amount of bills. As soon as Ludo has received the money, he vanishes back into his storage area.

As they left with their first part of their haul, Lucas noticed something. "We did tell him the race is in Sweden? So that the sponsorship might not be that valuable to him…?

“No, we didn’t”, Mary explains with suppressed amusement. “He didn’t ask either.”

After a short period of surprise, Jane beams proudly at Mary.

It takes a while for them, but they indeed manage to fit all the parts into the large Saarland station wagon while still leaving some room for themselves.

Having arrived back home, they unload the Saarland together, and then Jane goes to work modifying their Kando. Lucas meanwhile starts to lay out the parts for their future roll cage. Mary scurries off for an important phone call she has to make. A short while later, Ludo’s truck arrives and delivers the other promised parts.

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Team Mravolinski-Chitco

Prologue: End of beggining

Details? There are some.

Team was hard at work preparing platform for car, some members working harder than others.
Mood was high, food was plentiful and some stores are once again visited to resuply if needed.

Platform got walls and first test run was done, at blazing speed of 10 kmph.
Gromadon understandably wasnt fully happy with fact that this space is tight and dark and depending on cameras and screens to move wasnt particularly pleasant either: He underestimated just how big this difference actually is.
Practice makes perfect and there was fair bit of time he could practice to move before actual showtime.

There would be some fair share of planning involved in terms of Holjesbanan itself, which involved very careful research spanning few minutes.
Happily, they realised that their platform can be parked absolutely anywhere and Gromadon wouldnt need to worry about his…liquid waste atleast.

Quite a bit of food was obtained, along with two small swimming pools that totally arent going to be used for something else
INTEX Sunset Glow Inflatable Kiddie Pool - 45" x 10"

Each pool can hold 130 liters of water conservatively, which makes them quite adept at new roles, but bcos they also happen to be quite demanding in terms of space…ye, packing both of them in platform at same time is all but impossible.
Unless…lets revise this thing…by adding more material at front and beggining of the side
Walls got cut, reshaped, rewelded and now they have some more material.
Test runs had proven to be successful and they are now ready for their purpose…or atleast would be ready when time comes.

Car starts and runs and as such was deemed ready for its could-be-last drive.
Some proper ramp was foregone, as Aydar is more than strong enough to lift car into its part of platform.
This applied to supplies that were packed before the car, which by itself was packed with stuff as well and would be unpacked before being sent to track.

This song is title for part below

And so everyone packed and prepared themselves for this journey.
Gromadon had lot of training beforehand and as such, he was prepared to tackle the highways leading close to destination. It was decided to casually observe speed of everyone else and kinda adjust to that.

Overtakes were done very quickly, prob even too quickly knowing how much mass is here at play.
It was definitely not neck-breaking pick up of pace, but it felt powerful from perspective of ones not touching the tarmac.
It felt like there is relentless reserve that can be released, it felt that this…far from limits

Highways seemed nice bcos they were nice but at some point they will be left behind.
Pace got slower and Gromadon needed to be much more careful now that there are many other traffic participants, some of which arrive from opposite direction while being one tiny line away.

Route was:
https://www.google.com/maps/dir/Stockholm,+Sweden/Finnskoga+Motorklubb,+Motorstadion,+Finnskogavägen,+680+65+Höljes,+Sweden/@60.1731961,13.4845257,12z/data=!3m1!1e3!4m8!4m7!1m2!1m1!1s0x465f763119640bcb:0xa80d27d3679d7766!1m2!1m1!1s0x4669daa3b3667137:0x29a6bb95f8cadcea!3e0

Now its really end of beggining

Group had arrived with enough time to do their stuff.
Aydar was unloaded first and car was pushed towards him so he can grab it.
He decided to joke a little and so he decided to direct front end of car…straight into rear end of his dad.
Growl of dissapproval could have been heard, Aydar settled car on solid ground and unpacking continued.

Gromadon got swimming pools which were both filled with different stuff.
“We dont want to worry about refilling your stuff, so you get it immideately.” said him as he emptied bag after bag after bag of dog food into one of them.
Aydar was carrying the barrel to fill other pool, this time with stuff its supposed to hold.
Gromadon took sweet revenge by “showering” him, which meant he was soaking wet and smelled like he was pissed on (he was).
Klimentol closed rear end of platform, so Gromadon became hidden from rest, with his role being eating, drinking and sleeping under cover.

Mat would excitedly meet hosts as soon as they appear and so he was given the role of registering the team.
If there was something that might be needed very soon, it was in car that now positioned itself in pit lane, to be prepped for race.
Dogs decided to see if there is someone they might know, leaving Quint and Omega with car.


As you may correctly guess, some ppl not being on track should be mentioned as they were informed of race happening and decided to follow it:

Little girl dogs met in supermarket?
You bet she reserved TV for watching the race.
Besides our team, she will likely be interested in team where Shift Happens, due to it having animal-like individuals.

Manager from that same supermarket had also decided to follow this year’s race as well.
“They really werent joking about it…” he borked to himself

Mat’s colleagues had decided to follow his dream coming true as well, his father and their boss included.
They will be following race from either their homes or while on job, ofc latter applying they dont have much of work at that point.

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Team Oxracers, Ep. 7: Ready for the rollout

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“Why aren’t we allowed in the garage?” Corazon demands to know angrily. He stands, hands on his hips, together with the rest of the Oxracers (sans Jane) in front of the internal door to Jane’s garage where she has been at work for the last couple of hours. A wide variety of strange noises could be heard at times.

“Because Jane is ‘working her magic’ and outsiders are off limits.” It’s hard to tell whether Mary is serious or not, and if not, what the extent of her sarcasm is.

“I feel like I am losing a learning opportunity.” Lucas sounds a bit sad.

“As long as this thing is fast afterwards, I don’t care”, mumbles Michael.

Suddenly, the inner door to the garage opens and bangs against the wall. "Did someone say ‘fast’?“ Jane appears in the opening.

“Yes.” Michael is unfazed.

“Not quite yet, but getting there. We first all need to get to our destination, do we?”

She makes room for the others to enter the garage to and look at the modifications.

“What… what did you do to the wheel wells?” Michael is flabbergasted.

“Well, remember our ‘unrealistic choice’ due to the critical success on wheels?” asks Jane.

“Yes.”

“Well, Ludo brought some well-used and hardened 225/50 R13 wheels, wherever he had taken them off from. I had to make them fit somehow over the stock 145/75 R13s our base Kando had. Even the ‘sporty’ SX version only had 165/70s. The additional profile has to go somewhere, so I had to cut off some parts of the wheel wells.”

“What else is new?” asks Corazon while Michael is still processing the information (and the sight).

“Front suspension is now makeshift double wishbone - the changed geometry didn’t help either in making the wheels fit”, Jane explains with a side-glance to Michael as she slowly lowers the Kando from the hoist. “All four brakes from the crashed SX do fit and look okay. Suspension is lowered, the engine has now a turbocharger and a few new other bits, oh, and the ‘aero front bumper’ and spoiler we took from the SX are now bolted on. We still need to fine-tune the engine and suspension after I had a chance to see how it runs.”

“Let’s get it out of here then.” Michael has regained his speech. “How about the interior by the way? We can surely save some weight there.”

“Well… we are going to need that at least for a while.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we need to get us, our luggage, my tools and spare parts to the track in Sweden, right?”

“Yes, but why not have us travel in your Saarland and split the parts between it and the Kando - which then only needs an intact drivers seat?”

“Two words: Load capacity. Even if stuff would fit into the Kando, the rear suspension wouldn’t like that too much. Or rather, the underfloor.”

“So you plan to finish the interior work at the track?”

“Exactly. In essence, the heavy stuff goes into the Saarland, and people go into the Kando. Plus some of the lighter stuff, as far as the race-tuned rear suspension allows with four people on board.”

Michael looks far from being the happiest person in the world.

“Okay”, Corazon orders. “Then we go in by height. The two tallest in front, that’s Lucas and me, the other two into the rear.”

Michael steps forward. “Hang on, I am taller than you.”

“No, you are not. Do you want to roll on this?”

“Or we can solve this with science!” Jane approaches the two with a measuring tape.

“I think I can make life a bit easier for you”, Mary announces. She takes a few steps to the side, holds her arms over the head, and begins to shrink slowly in on herself… until she has transformed into a tabby house cat.

Mary-as-cat did not waste any time making herself comfortable underneath the Kando

“WHAT? WHAT IS THIS?” Corazon shouts. Michael and Lucas take both a step back.

Jane explains coolly. “If you had read the rules, guys, you would know that we could take one of our abilities from… elsewhere into here. I didn’t take any, though, because that’s better for the health and wellbeing of our competition…”

“I never read the rules”, Michael sheepishly admits. “And I thought this is about cars, not cats…”

“There were rules?” Corazon is still outraged but now for a different reason.

I chose an ability from another setting. Wanna hear?” Lucas grabs a lute out of nowhere and starts. “The Vengab…” - but is interrupted when Michael and Corazon simultaneously attempt to strangle him. “Okay, okay…”, he admits defeat and puts the lute away again.

It is difficult to read the face of a cat, but one could almost think that Mary-as-cat is smiling smugly as she jumps through an open window on the Kando’s parcel shelf which Jane has helpfully left intact (for now), leaving the entire rear bench for Corazon to squeeze his frame into for their eventual journey to Sweden.

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FINAL REMINDER
A little more than 24 h (no pun intended) left and I have the following subs:

Car but no team presentation
@SheikhMansour

Team presentation but no car
@AndiD

Complete submissions
@karhgath
@cake_ape
@Rudzis
@TheYugo45GV
@Jaimz68
@Maverick74
@Fayeding_Spray
@MrdjaNikolen
@interior
@Madrias

Shout if you feel like if you’re missing in one list or both… :stuck_out_tongue:

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Team Oxracers, Ep. 8: Rolling up to the race venue

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Upon entering the Höljesbanan venue, the Oxracer team heads straight to their assigned space which is next to a high wooden fence and a big rock. They park their cars, and the first to jump out of the Kando’s passenger seat is Corazon.

He stands there in a victory pose and shouts: “Hello everyone, my name is Corazon de Carrera and I race to win!”

Michael is next, exiting from the driver’s seat. “My name is Michael Egbert, and I race to the finish first.” His presentation is much more subdued.

Lucas, meanwhile, has extracted his lanky frame from the Kando’s rear passenger area. “I am Lucas Dobberstonehaugh and I race to learn”, he states earnestly.

Jane has also left her Saarland Siegel Pilger parked next to the Kando. “My name is Jane Warlock and I build stuff to race”, she announces, while beaming proudly at the Kando.

Mary, meanwhile, has jumped out the Saarland as well and used the large car to shield her transformation back from a cat to a human from everyone else. She steps forward. “I am Mary Small and I get stuff for racers… and Jane.”

“Everything alright with the Kando?” is the first thing Jane wants to know. “That were a couple of hours of driving since Oslo.”

Michael answers. “Everything was fine.”

First, Jane gives him a thumbs up, but then approaches the Kando and places her ear on the bonnet with a worrying expression.

Mary and Lucas exchange amused glances.

“Thought I heard an unusual engine ticking noise for a second. But seems to be just the cooldown.”

“Wonder why they placed us next to this big rock”, Mary muses.

“Can actually come in handy, if I need to work underneath the car”, Jane replies.

Corazon wants to know “Is everyone else as hungry as me?” and he earns a series of nods from the others.

While the others go grab something to eat, Mary stays behind and manages to extract a number of stickers of varying sizes from the Saarland Siegel Pilger’s large trunk and starts placing them onto the Kando. When the others return, she proudly presents the results to the others.

“Better not to open the driver door when kids are around”, she comments wryly.

They make their way around to the other side.

“Hm?” Michael doesn’t get the joke on the right side sponsorship decal on his first glance. “Oh…”, is all he says after a few seconds with a side glance at Mary, currently in her human form.

“Look, we even got something special for Lucas.” Jane points to the L decal applied to the rear window.

“Very funny”, he comments dryly. He doesn’t even comment on the radical shortening of his last name on the driver name decal.

“I hate to point out the obvious, but why does one side read 41 and the other 47?” wonders Corazon.

Mary has to look twice to confirm, then she starts heartfelt laughter. “That must be the printers. I guess they made a mistake printing 47 instead of the 41 in the Outside Xtra colour, made another print run, and in the end included a correct print and a wrong one. I didn’t check for that, obviously.”

“Did you pick the cheapest printshop again?”

“Of course. Who else? Besides, we still had credit from the error they made the last time.”

They quickly wolf down their fast food meal, sitting on the large rock nearby.

“And now for the best part”, Jane announces gleefully. “Better stand back a safe distance.”

The others comply and watch Jane gutting the Kando’s interior with gusto while exchanging some slightly concerned expressions.

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Team Bubblegum Prologue


The car as it was found in the junkyard. No, this “pre-restoration” photo is not shared with Jorgen, Vanessa, and Caleb…

What were we thinking - went though just about every Mons employees’ head. Whose bright idea was it to take a dilapidated rust-bucket, fix it up (read: give it a paint job - apropos, why didn’t Mons Customs do this anyway??), and enter it into a 24 hour race with some random raffle winners as drivers? There’s gotta be some liability issues with this. At the very least, the optics will be horrendous if something goes wrong. Sigh, but what could go wrong!? The car has an internal fuel tank, a full roll cage… and it’s just a beast. Nope, nothing can go wrong… but just in case, we’ll include some guidelines for the drivers…


Dear Jorgen, Vanessa, and Caleb,

Mons Racing would like to congratulate you on being the winners of our raffle - you get to pilot the Bubblegum in the 24 hour clunker challenge! The word clunker sounds bad, but just look at it - how shiny and pink it is! We’re confident that you’ll do just fine. To maximize your chances at a finish, here are some guidelines about how to drive the car. And don’t worry, our mechanics are always there with you to help if needed!

  • Don’t worry about pushing the engine and the tires, they certainly can take a beating!
  • Please don’t do too many jumps, and if you run over a kerb, try to hit it with the front tires only. Spare the rear end…
  • Before getting in, please make sure to have your tetanus shots up to date.
  • Oh, and plan your braking well ahead of taking action. Alternatively, using the ass of the car in front to slow down is also acceptable.
  • We’ve made sure that all lights are functional, so you should have an easier time at night.

Once again, good luck, and may God have mercy on your souls.
Mons Racing



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And in the Red Corner…
Team Septic Tank (If you get, you get it).
Comprised of the failures from 2021’s 24 hour, Harald, Olaf and Andreas. And, their car “Sir Ender”. A 1997 Sandhurst Alverstone GLX Sedan. It has… problems. We don’t like to talk about them in public.

Ollie: Ummm…
Harald: Ummm…
Andreas: Ummm? What “Ummm”? Trust me.
Ollie: What IS that?
Andreas: A car. I thought that was obvious. See, doors, wheels, other stuff.
Harald: (walks around car) That’s a clunker.
Andreas: Why, yes. Yes, it is. So… you know what we’re doing?
Ollie: What on earth is an “Alverstone”?
Andreas: It was built by Sandhurst, over in the U.S.A. They sent a bunch over here, hoping to get market share. A bit too primitive for us, so they failed. An iron block 3-litre 6 cylinder, single cam. 128 KiloWatts.
Harald: Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. Why does it look like that?
Andreas: Beacuse it’s a clunker…duh! Stickers equals go fast. It is known, Khaleesi.
Harald: Don’t. It was a costume party. Where did you get it?
Andreas: Some learner driver decided it wasn’t worth keeping, I guess.
Ollie: Can we dress it up? Imagine! A wing! No. Two wings! THREE wings!

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The brothers do stuff to the car. shudders

Andreas: It’s ALIVE! IT’S ALIIIIVE!!!
Ollie: Wings.
Andreas: If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear!
Harald: No. You won’t. Not in that. And stop.
Andreas: Satan had his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and abhorred.
Harald: sighs Finished? You are not Victor Frankenstein.

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Introducing Team Shine Quartz

Driving a 1988 Przenopewien built by Huta Przewóz Białystok in Poland! A cheap family car!

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THE SPY KIDS

The Spy Kids are back! This time, they’re in Sweden for a 24 hour race, so no portals needed this time. Also, there’s no KGB-mobile this time, but they’re keeping the team name anyway. Participating in an endurance race is labour intensive because of all the refueling and constant repairs, so Shay’s brought some friends. However, like Shay, they’re all teenage girls. Lazar’s also brought a friend, in case something heavy needs to be lifted.

The Drivers

Jessica Lombaerts

Age: 19 (?)

Appearance: 170cm tall, dirty blonde/brunette hair, dresses exclusively for the beach, skate park, or nightclub.

Description: Half-Dutch, half mad. Her main job is to drive fast, and her car collection reflects that. Her other job is to smoke enough weed to asphyxiate an entire country, and as a result half of the colour and texture in her hair is actually hashish. Is also a hip hop dancer.

Vehicles: BMW M3 (E92), Suzuki Hayabusa, Ford Bronco, Pagani Zonda

Shay Hirvonen

Age: 17

Appearance: 160cm, blonde hair, wears cottage-core outfits, winter sweaters, or androgynous clothes.

Description: Soft and cuddly on the outside, sharp and devious on the inside. Is better with her hands than anyone else on the team, and probably anyone else this side of the Olympics. When she’s not in soft-core mode, she will step on you, and you will like it. Can also shoot better than Alexis despite not being a committed militant.

Cars: Jaguar E-Type, Mercedes-Maybach S650 (with upgrades), VW Kombi (with upgrades), Pagani Zonda

Lazar Kandyba

Age: 24

Appearance: 167cm, black hair, black beard, 80% normal clothes, 20% Soviet wear and Slav Squat tracksuits.

Description: Ukrainian, Khrushchevist, anti Stalin, anti modern Russia. Much vodka consumption, almost as much sunflower seed consumption. Switched from tobacco to cannabis to alleviate lung problems actually caused by living in Donetsk. Can haggle his way out of a Rolls-Royce dealership. Knows Krav Maga, Muay Thai, and AK47.

Cars (all upgraded): Lada Niva, Nissan Stagea, Mitsubishi Evo VIII

Chief Strategist

Alexis Ahaual

Age: 23

Appearance: 155cm, black hair with highlights of varying colours, guerilla uniforms or traditional Mayan or Oto-Manguean dress.

Description: They/them. Fervent Zapatista, even more fervent drum and bass enthusiast. Can speak nine languages, of which five are only spoken in Mexico and Guatemala. Learnt French solely to learn L’Internationale; learnt Russian solely to learn the Soviet anthem. Also an accomplished weed smoker, but prefers mate de coca.

Vehicles: Toyota Landcruiser, Toyota Hilux, KTM 500 EXC

Shay’s Teenage Pit Crew

Laura Kamenev

Age: 18

Appearance: 163cm, dark brown hair, dress like an architect

Description: The bad cop to Shay’s good cop.

Megumi Tetsuya

Age: 16

Appearance: 155cm, Japanese-Canadian, sometimes looks like a painter, sometimes like a fashionista, always like she should be in Paris.

Description: What you see is largely what you get. Basically the one normal person in Spy Kids garage. Pretty much used the car as an art canvas.*

Amanecer Garcia

Age: 16

Appearance: 165cm, black hair, underground punk chic or Mexican dresses

Description: Alexis’s cousin. Much stronger than she looks. Knows jiu jitsu, and can throw a punch and parkour over the resulting keeled over opponent. Not as communist as her cousin, and only speaks three languages instead of nine.

Petra Gallagher

Age: 16

Appearance: 155cm, blonde, half cottagecore, half band shirts

Description: You think Jessica’s mad? Petra is the closest thing you will find to a mad scientist this side of an interdimensional portal. She is a pyromaniac, complete with a collection of explosives and various other flammable items, and once blew up several rooms of her school. As such, she is on several lists. She also has an entire room dedicated to Minecraft merchandise, and can shoot a target as well as Shay.

Lazar’s Muscle

Giorgi Ingorokva

Age: 22

Appearance: 190cm, green hair, boiler suits or designer fashion

Description: Amateur rugby player, professional flaming homosexual.

*The quality of art on the car as shown is in no way reflective of Megumi’s art skill; if I was any good at drawing, painting, or 3D work, the car wouldn’t simply have a bunch of stickers slapped on it.

The car

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TEAM POSTGRADUATE PSYCHOSIS - Chapter 0.1: Intro

This local Swedish team consists of three automotive hobbyists. All are graduate college students with part-time or research positions, and all seek to make their life even more unnecessarily stressful by dedicating their sparse free time to project car tinkering.

The Drivers

Gunther Gnista

Age: 24
Height: 6’1"
BS in: Mechanical Engineering
Daily: 2001 TVR Cerbera 4.5

The self-appointed team leader. Why? Because he’s the guy with the garage at his disposal and the cool TVR. Julia’s boyfriend. Loud but not dumb, rich kid but not sociopathic. Drinks too much to keep a secret. Rebuilt the engine for the 24h entry.

Julia Ansell

Age: 24
Height: 5’3"
BS in: Mechanical Engineering
Daily: 2008 Ford Focus
Project: 1991 Arlington Foxhound 43GS that she strapped a blower onto

The group’s Ameriphile and parts sourcing whiz. A kind person at heart, but outwardly disagreeable. Gunther’s girlfriend. Sourced the car and most of the parts for the 24h entry.

Ulf Joergensen

Age: 24
Height: 6’2"
BS in: Computer Science
Daily: 2005 Mercedes C230K Sports Coupe
Project: 1992 BMW M5

The group’s nerd (not as a derogatory: he is genuinely the smartest of the trio and holds a research job, and still manages to not be maidenless) and ardent EuroSport proponent. Loves his German stuff. His connections allow him access to a dyno shop.

A week before the race, at the dyno

Ulf: I still cannot imagine why you’d waste all that effort polishing a turd. American economy engines cannot be turned into racing machines!

Julia: Can you quit your whining? The upgrades are one thing, but we got the engine and the whole car basically for free.

Gunther: That reminds me… What kind of idjit did you get that thing from? 'Fore I got to work, it was all but dead. Oil musta been a decade old.

Julia: scoffs The ‘idjit’ in question is my younger brother. He… Doesn’t do cars, more of a TikTok dancer kinda guy. It was bad when he got it and he just about ran it into the ground.

Ulf: Hold on, so you’re telling me that not only does our Clunker entry have a Callahan engine, but it’s actually a Callahan? You could have at least bought a trashed MR2 to put this thing into, or something! I just know it’s gonna be some plasticky crap.

Gunther: Quit whinin’ and keep tunin’, nerd! I didn’t finagle an over-20-mm stroker kit in there for nothing! Speaking of, where’d you get THAT?

Julia: America. When you’re buying forged, an eBay shipping fee is really of no object.

Having completed a map he believes to be satisfatory, Ulf starts the engine and runs the test

Ulf: And you coulda warned me you stroked it while keeping the heads stock! The piece of shit was knocking all over the place earlier today, like it’s got 12 to 1 compression or something!

Gunther: Yeah, that one’s on me. 12 is probably a fair guess. The real bitch - one that I had to do myself for once - was finding and fitting a good VVT stopper. So yeah, cam phaser’s still on and saving gas, baby!

Ulf: Well, I’ll be damned. This thing does have something going for it.

*The friend group gathers round the screen. The figures are more than respectable: This 3.1-liter, formerly economy, almost-scrap pushrod V6 is making 217 brake horsepower.

Later that day, in Gunther’s Garage

Ulf: A Carver? Really? You took a trashed Carver and stuck duct tape all around it? And what are those wheels?

Julia: Don’t knock it, it’s got proper independent suspension! And it isn’t even wallowy now that we got better springs for it. And the wheels are actually a nice touch… I pulled’em off a Volvo that came into the local scrapyard. They’re, what, half an inch wider than the stock ones on here, and…

Gunther: Just don’t tell him what those tires are…

Ulf: They’re balding, no-name linglongs, aren’t they?

Julia: Gunther, you prick! Now he won’t shut up about safety or some other statistical shit he’s into.

Gunther: Knock it off, you. I’m honestly more worried about what this race will do to my sleep schedule.

Ulf: At least you have one…

Chapter 0.1 End

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Team Oxracers, Ep. 9: Rolling around the track for practice (and for levelling up)

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After Jane has worked her destructive magic on the Kando’s interior and they welded and fitted the last parts of the makeshift rollcage, it was close to the evening. Before continuing, they all take a moment to admire Jane’s work to transform the unassuming stock production Kando into an… unassuming 24h clunker run contender full of random decals and taped up lights.

The pile of former Kando interior parts begins to resemble Ludo’s stacks of car parts as seen in the front area of his storage yard.

Afterwards, Michael, Corazon and Lucas each have a few quick practice laps around the track before it becomes truly dark. Based on their feedback, Jane makes some small final modifications to the brake alignment and brake force in the last remnants of sunshine.

“I went third, right after you guys, and was quite surprised - the brakes seem to be holding up very well, even after the workout you two gave them”, Lucas comments.

“That’s one side effect, I guess, of the cut back wheel wells. Much better brake airflow due to half the wheel being out in the open”, Jane explains while being half under the car.

“The Kando’s gearing is great”, Michael comments. “I am just about running into redline approaching a few corners… and if that’s so, then you two” - he points at Corazon and Lucas - “don’t run into redline either.”

“I love the handling”, Corazon notes, oblivious of the thinly-veiled insult Michael had thrown at him. “Already felt like a driving god, throwing this thing around the twisty track.”

Mary meanwhile has pulled up a camping table, and five chairs and a light. “Folks: now that everyone has gained some experience in doing their stuff, there is one thing left for us to do.”

“Yay!” Jane exclaims, wiping her hands on a dirty rag. “Levelling up is always fun!”

The five Oxracers sit down at the table in the Swedish evening and pull out their character sheets, a pen - and dice, of course.

Corazon is the first one to level. “I am a COMPETITOR, of course, on my path of being, err, becoming a driving god. My main skills are Racecraft and… Sportsmanship? Anyway. After the first laps at race speed I am now level 2. I can assign two skill points and choose a special skill. As a future driving god, this special skill is obviously going to be Showmanship, and that’s where I am putting one of my skill points right away. The other skill point goes into Racecraft, I suppose.” He writes some numbers on his character sheet.

“Nice”, comments Michael. “I am also a COMPETITOR, and since I have a real life racing license, I start at level 2. I also had my first laps at race speed, so I level up to level 3. So, three skill points and a special skill. For me, that special skill is going to be Mechanical Sympathy. The race is long, and that skill will hopefully help us get to the finish line. So, it is one skill point there, one in Racecraft, and one in Sportsmanship.” Michael throws an aside glance at Corazon before he updates his character sheet.

Next in line is Jane. “I am a GREASEMONKEY, and I also level up to level 3 outright since I have already gained a lot of experience when turning the Kando into a car that’s fit to compete. My two main skills are Modifications and Repair. There are a few interesting special skills to choose from, but what I am going with is Improvisation. Since we only have very limited spare parts, I have to rely on my tools and my intuition to fix anything major. Since all modifications are done for now, I’ll assign two skill points to Repair and one to Improvisation.” She scribbles the corresponding numbers on her character sheet.

Lucas is up. “I am also a COMPETITOR, not very experienced, but eager to learn. After my first laps at close to race speed, I level up to level 2. For my special skill, that’s going to be Luck. Luck is a passive skill that allows me an extra saving throw in case something goes wrong when I am behind the wheel - so you could call this beginner’s luck. As a passive skill, Luck does not get skill points assigned. I’ll therefore assign one skill point to Racecraft and one skill point to Sportsmanship.” He dutifully records things in his character sheet.

Mary is last. “And I am a LINCHPIN. Every team needs one force that holds it together, and for us, that is me.” She smiles proudly. “My two main skills are Negotiation and Moral support. With the past negotiations for the Kando and the parts, I level up to level 2. I can also choose a special skill, and that’s going to be Espionage. Ties in nicely with my outside extra special skill, I guess.” She grins. “Since I don’t expect any difficult negotiations to happen in the near future, I put one skill point in Moral support and one point in Espionage.” She also takes some notes on her character sheet.

“Now we need to roll on our energy increases due to us levelling up”, Jane announces. “A 1d6+1 for each level we gained.”

“Alright.” Corazon grabs a die and makes a flamboyant roll… with a less than flamboyant outcome. “Meh. Two. So 2 base energy plus 2 plus 1 makes 5 energy.”

“That’s barely a single stint”, Michael remarks. “So we have to rotate you out every two hours tops.”

“But then I’ll be completely fresh again for my next turn”, Corazon retorts.

Michael shrugs. “Yeah, because there is not a lot to recharge. Anyway, now it’s my turn to roll. Twice, because I am at level 3 now. Four. And Two. So 2+4+2+1+1, 10 energy. Nice, that’s a nicely rich energy roll. So I can do two stints if necessary… but would need a longer break afterwards.”

“Rich energy - does that even exist?” wonders Lucas.

“Okay, my turn.” Jane grabs the die. “Five. Three. Neat. 2+5+3+1+1 makes 12 energy. So unless you guys consistently wreck the thing, I should easily be able to keep up with repairs throughout the race.”

Then it’s Lucas’ turn. A single roll because he is just level 2. “Six. Very nice.”

“Lucky, you could say”, comments Michael.

“So that’s 2+6+1=9. Not quite two stints but I think I could do them, in a pinch”, Lucas muses.

Mary takes the die. “Three. So 2+3+1 = 6. Okay I guess. Can always take a catnap, if necessary.” She smirks. The others react with various facial expressions.

“Alright”, Mary concedes. “I’ll see myself out then - and put my newly acquired Espionage skill to good use. See ya later, folks.” She gets up, moves behind Jane’s large Saarland station wagon and seems to vanish there. A few seconds later, an ordinary tabby cat scurries towards where the other teams are located…

NOTE 1: FEEL FREE TO INCLUDE MARY-AS-CAT IN YOUR PRE-RACE RP - as long as she is only doing cat things, you don’t need to clear this with me. See Episode 7 for some background if you haven’t read all episodes yet.

NOTE 2: If there ever happens to be a fire in your pit area at some point (for whatever reason), one of my characters may be able to help - just let me know.


OOC 1: No, I originally didn’t want to invent an entire class and skill system for a racing tabletop RPG, but apparently I did now…

OOC 2: And I know, this stuff has no effect on what actually happens in the challenge - but the Oxracers don’t know that. :wink:

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It still might explain why some of the things happen in the race though…it’s up to you to decide.

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Well, closing for submissions now, so no more entries from now on. You will have at least the weekend reserved for pre-race/pits talk. Keep up the good work!

TEAM TRAFIKJOURNALEN
PRE-RACE

Once again, a 1985 IP Brigadier was towing a worn out clunker to the track for its last ride. This time, it was a 1994 Saarland Ambrosia Pilger. A symbol of an era that’s probably never coming back, in all its beigeness. Rusted out and with dents and dings everywhere, and a red bumper completed the look, fresh from the junkyard after the old lady had hit something for the ummppffhht-th time, cracking the original.

The three men that was going to drive that thing also were the usual ones. One captain slow, since every team needs to have its own captain slow. One with lots of actual motorsports experience, albeit on a grassroots level, and one, ehm, hot-blooded youngster that was playing pinball with the other cars on the track last year.

"It’s probably more or less race ready already", Hansen said while they were unloading the thing from the trailer. "I mean, what kind of preparations should we really need? It’s an…old Saarland, and not much more."

"Yeah", Carlén answered. "Not like anything we can do to it now will matter. We’ll prepare things here in the pits and wait for the race start more or less. The car is ready to go almost as it is."

When they had set up most of the stuff, Andersson was taking a stroll around to see what the other teams had to offer.

"OK, an overview…man, I get the feeling that this race is taking some weird turns", he said when coming back. "Feels like 24 hours of circus sometimes, haha, almost like if the regular cars are starting to disappear and people are building them into all sorts of things just for this. Oh, well. As long as they don’t mind their “creative” creations being crashed into smithereens, I guess that’s fair."

"So, what did you spot?", Hansen asked.

"Well…those weird furries or whatever they are, you remember the ones entering with a Sinistra last year? They are here with some Bricksley ex cop-car, quite cool… Some brits brought a banger racing Cambridge Wyvern in here, well…at least this race will probably spare it compared to actual banger racing, probably feels like a relaxed vacation if you are used to that. A silver Schnell that looks a bit lemon-like TBH, I don’t know if we should fear it or if it will fall apart. Some weirdos came with a 70s Saguaro wagon that seems like if it has been standing still for many years, I guess the Saarland is faster then at least. Then there is some team that I weirdly recognize, don’t know if they are youtubers or something…can’t place them, but anyway, they came with a fridge white Kando…well, at least that is not too fancy for this, and…

"BREATHE!", Hansen said. "I can barely hear what you are saying."

"Oh, well…, he said and took a pause. "Yeah, there is the usual large pickup entry, some FM hatchback that looks evil, an Union Magistrate that looks like if it has been pulled out of a garage fire. Some latvians in a Schwarzburg Aviso, some yank tank in retina burning pink that also reminds me of some derby car, I hope that they haven’t misunderstood things…"

"Well, it seems like you wanted to turn this race into a demolition derby last year", Carlén laughed.

"I don’t hear you, they are revving their engines too much!", Andersson said and poked out his tounge. "There is a Régal Touring here, looking even more miserable than the Saarland, once again, will it break down before race is over? Wouldn’t surprise me. A Sandhurst looking like if they tried to make something out of The agile and the angry with cardboard. Some orange polish thing I don’t fear and a very boy racer-inspired Carver."

"Sounds like a quite interesting mix at least", Carlén said. "Well, a beige breadloaf would probably complement them nicely."

TO BE CONTINUED

Note 1: I am more than open for interactions during the weekend.

Note 2: @SheikhMansour, sorry, but I feel like you have tested my patience too much now, no offence, but first you broke two of the soft rules by a substantial amount, which in itself was OK but since you basically made an M5 competitor out of a 70s sedan it was close to the tipping point already. Then, you broke the naming convention which in itself had me thinking if it should result in a bin since you actually broke a hard rule there, but I was almost tempted to be nice there. But failing to even put up a picture of the car so people know what they are racing against…no, you’re out of the race unfortunately. This is not a fun thing to write, it is the hardest thing to do as a host actually, but I feel that I have to draw a line somewhere.

Note 2.1: Nevermind, NOW I actually see the picture of the car which wasn’t working earlier, so sorry for being a bit cranky, I guess I can be nice to you then, despite breaking the naming convention.

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Team Prognosis Negative

Chapter II - Not so Touring

Anna was pretty happy. She just registered the car and the team right before the deadline… without even knowing if the car actually worked. She was sure they would have the coolest car there, the Octane edition of the Touring is really part of motorsport history.

Anyway, it is not up to her to handle the car, that’s all Anton… he’s got to figure it out after what the boys pulled off buying that bucket of rust…

Hmmm… isn’t it supposed to have full aluminium panels?

The Inspection

Anna
registered w/ name prognosis negative
kk


Anton was anxious. The trio had the car dropped off at his father’s garage. Anna just registered the team, Johan named it. He started to binge Seinnfeld on Netflix. Anton did not like it much, it was old awkward and they could not even act to save their life. Anyway, he had to focus now on getting that car ready for doing a lap around the track. At least one to not be embarassed.

The towtruck dropped the car and left in a hurry. Looking at it again, the lines looked good, but it looked like crap.

“I am sure other rustbuckets will be entered, but ours will be the coolest and rarest rust bucket!” he shouted to himself, trying to keep the abject fear of failure at bay.

He did not like his uncle Josef much. Not for any reason, just because love is not something that runs in his family. Anton respected him tho, he helped start his father’s garage and is a great mechanic, just not a very good human being.

At the same time Anton was lost in his thoughts, Josef got out of the garage and a big Estonian swear could be heard. Anton recognized it, even if mastery of his family’s language was not great.

Josef - “What have you brought you dimwitted nephew!?”

Anton - “Hi uncle.” He took a long breath and tried to look excited. “We found a Régal Touring motorsport for cheap and will run it in the 24h race!!!”

Josef - “Hmmm… really? That does not look like a 95 Touring…”

Anton - “It’s a 93…”

Josef - “Octane did not start tuning Touring until 95.”

Anton - “Oh…”

Josef - “And the Tourings were all aluminium and allow wheels. What do you see on the rims and body? Would that be rust?”

Anton - “Well…”

Josef - “And does aluminium rusts?”

Anton - “Well it corrodes…”

Josef - “I would not call that corroded… It does not even look like motorsports rims there. In fact the rugged hatch plastic makes me thinks this is an all terrain…”

Anton - “All-Wheel Drive?!”

Josef - “No, an all terrain 4x4 Régal. You see the 265 badge in the back, that would make sense. Definitely not a 3.5L for sure in there, I can bet. The 4x4 batch was removed for sure.”

By that time Anton was ready to curl up in a ball.

Anna
registered w/ name prognosis negative
kk
halp, plz come here
omw


Josef - “Let’s get this bucket inside so I can at least look at it.”

Anton was a bit depressed. He should have done more research, he was simply too excited. It was also mostly Johan’s money he wasted… Anna will know how to handle him.

As they got in, Anton’s father was in the back.

Josef to his brother - “You son is a dufus, he bought a piece of shit.”

Father - “Ya! You remember the old astra? Who bought that again brother?”

Josef - “Oh sure, go for the jugular some swearing

Josef inspected the car toroughly. A few swears words, many silences, some odd comments. Anna arrived during this long interlude.

Anna - “Hey. I assume it’s bad?”

Anton - “I do not think we bought the right car…”

Josef - “Definitely not.”

Anna - “Oh, hello Josef. So not good.”

Josef - “Want bad or good news?”

Anna, looking at Anton - “Bad first?”

Josef gets out from under the car, sweating. He was not young or even in shape anymore.

Josef - “This is clearly not a motorsport legend you got from some random dude on the World Wide Web.”

Anton mumbling - “No one calls it that anymore…”

Josef - “I am pretty sure it is a Régal 265 4x4 Estate. A '91 MY. It has a 3.0L pretty lazy engine with plenty of torque. It is not AWD but a 4x4 with a manual locker, not LSD. That will help you to climb a mountaint but not much on the track. The check engine light is lit, but I assume this is the least of your worries. Rear suspension is rusted nearly through. Rust also got into the chassis itself…”

Anna - “Can it run?”

Anton was mortified. It’s not even gonna run, Johan wasted 10k…

Josef - “Don’t you want to hear the good news before?”

Anna - “There is good news?”

Josef - “Ya. The gearbox and radiators are brand new, but it was clearly an automatic before and a manual 5-speed now. Electrics are good, power steering pump seems new, brakes are surprisingly unused. Beside, the Régal 4x4 was renowned to be a tank. Albeit a rusting tank in this case… It has mac front and STA rear, so not motorsport for sure. Engine seems to run, but I’ll let you figure it out. Not turbo, but it does have about 220 hp. It seems to have been modified to race, not sure for what kind of events, but I’d say you could maybe outlast competition if you take care of your rear end.”

Anna - “It runs?”

Josef - “It runs.”

Anton was relieved. They have a car.

Josef, looking at Anton - “How the hell did you mistake this for a Touring Octane?”

Anton - “Well, th-the guy sent me a pic-picture…”

Josef - “Ohh, that is a nice BMW M5, with a bit of photoshop. Not even a Régal.”

Anna laughed, which made Anton recoil in fear. She never laughs.

Anna - “For a smart guys, you are so stupid sometimes Anton” she said, endearingly. “Let me take care of Johan. Thanks Josef!”

Josef - “No problem dear.”

He gave a “what are you waiting for?” look at Anton before rolling back under the car.

Josef - “I’ll be done in two hours. We better get it to the circuit with the truck, no need to drive it too much.”

RegalTouringSpecs

'91 Régal 265 3.0L 4x4 Estate

  • 3.0L Inline 6 with 217 hp
  • 4x4 with manual locker
  • Rusted steel panels and chassis
  • Rusted steel wheels
  • brand new 5 speed manual transmission with Mac front and rusted STA rear
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Team Shift Happens


As other cars began to arrive, Kaylie smiled, seeing some of their competition at the track. Sure, some teams had waited until the last minute to finish their interior removal, and appeared to be playing a game of D&D while they waited for the start of the race, and other teams had fully complete cars, but the results were the same: There was a lot of rust in the pit lane right now.

Takaraya watched as a cat weaved its way through the pit lane, a little curious as to who brought a pet to the track. (@AndiD) As said cat jumped up on top of their rolling toolbox and promptly sat down on the lid, he sighed. “Really? Not a good place for you,” Takaraya said.

Rukari solved the cat-on-the-toolbox problem by accidentally bumping into the toolbox while fighting to buckle the strap on his military helmet, causing said cat to jump down and wander off again. Jayde looked over at the Ox-Racers’ lane and called out, “Hey, if you guys are the ones who brought the cat, please keep an eye on it. While we’re careful, we can’t say for certain that our fellow competitors will be.”

Rukari reached into the car, pulled the handle under the seat, and slid it to the back of the rails before climbing in. He pulled the safety harness over his shoulders and buckled in, making sure that his tail was over the belts and not trapped underneath. Seeing the track was empty, he started the engine, dropped the car into drive, and the Grand Warden rumbled its way out onto the track.

Malavera grimaced as Rukari lit up the rear tires almost immediately upon crossing the start line for his practice lap. “Yeah, he’s definitely either going to guide us to victory or outright trash the car,” Malavera said.

“Or both, knowing him,” Kivenaal quipped. As the car hurtled around the track and headed for the pit lane, Rukari turned the lightbar on and yelped the sirens to get people’s attention, cruising slowly to the Shift Happens stall, where the lights went off along with the loud-as-hell V8.

“How’s it feel out there?” Kaylie asked.

“Like bag of snakes. Very squirmy,” Rukari replied. “Very fast, too.”

“Think you’re up for the first segment?” Kayden asked.

Ne kasi. Will not be problem,” Rukari added.


(OOC: Obligatory translations: Ne kasi = “No work” or, not-so-literally translated, “No problem” in Valraad. As for where the others in my team are, they’re probably sitting down, waiting for the chaos to begin.)

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Desert Scavengers

Off to the Races


After several hours of driving through the Swedish countryside, the race track finally came into view. Had Marcel not taken a wrong turn, and if they weren’t towing nearly 2 tons of Union Magistrate behind their SUV, They’d have been there a lot sooner. But, it was well worth it, the track was packed with various cars. Most notable was the Bricksley Grand Warden 9G11, which by many was considered the Magistrate LE-58’s natural sparring partner.

“Well, I can tell we are already in for some fun.” Marcel observed.

Rocco was unamused. “Fun as in you’ll crash this thing because you refused to fix the front suspension. Not to mention the fact you and I had a huge argument when I told you we had to replace the brake master cylinder.”

“There was no need to do any of that, Rocco. It’s all too expensive to try and fix.”

“How do you expect to stop then?”

The only reply he got was Marcel rolling his eyes and sighing. “Okay then. I guess you’ll have to thank me for fixing the leak in the steering rack, I guess”

Harlow then joined in on the conversation. “I don’t think silicone is gonna hold for very long.”

Rocco shrugged. “It only needs to hold on for 24 hours. Plus, there’s the temperamental transmission and the horribly varnished fuel tank. It’s a real shitbox.”

“I hope it doesn’t start disintegrating as we drive it down the track. The last thing we need is the hood flying open.”

“Yeah, It’s a little hard to see the track through a piece of sheet metal.” One of the twins began. “I don’t think I’ll be able to drive with my head out the window if I’m strapped in.”

Her twin sister, Camile finally woke up and started speaking. “Cheyenne, with how competitive you get, you’ll probably cause that.”

The gate to the pits opened automatically as Westminster made the turn into the track. After cruising slowly down the pit lane, the huge black SUV came to a stop after reaching the bay right next to the folks in the Grand Warden, where a female Tigrilian was tinkering with something under the hood.

This discovery piqued Marcel’s curiosity. “A Tigrillian? Don’t we live in the same system as them?”

Rocco Nodded. “Sort of, our planets orbit at the same rate, but when it’s winter for us in Caracalia’s northern hemisphere, it’s summer for them in their northern hemisphere. So we’re on opposite sides of the same star.”

“Interesting.”

Following Marcel’s poor trailer parking job, the crew began to unload their car and get their tools into the pit bay. The sound of the Magistrate’s V8 engine starting up, caught the attention of a few teams thanks to its lack of muffler.

It was graceful spectacle until Rocco backed it into a tool box, knocking it over with a loud crash. Amongst all the pandemonium, Harlow noticed the two Khalans in the neighboring pit bay, a white furred Orthrian and a gray normal one with metal limbs milling about. The white one was busy typing away on a large military laptop, while the gray one was minding his own business.

Harlow sighed, the one with metal limbs had a striking resemblance to the Khalan king, and even though the Von Heislingburgs were on good terms with the Khalans, he knew that he would have to be extra careful about what he said or did in the presence of the cybernetic wolf. Before another thought could set in, Harlow realized that he was staring, and before the gray Khalan turned around he averted his gaze and resumed sorting the sockets in the kit he brought.

But, with all that aside, it would be a battle of the police cars and there would be lots of high speed automotive chaos to come.


A short post for now, just to get my team to the races and then I can start collabing

To Be Continued

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