This is discrimination!
Anyways, can i have number 13?
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MACHINAS CON PASSIONE DEVELOPMENT SQUAD
The Story
The Skids Motorsport Complex, Anytown, USA, 2023.
Giacomo Scarfiotti had known cars and racing nearly as long as heâd been alive. His first taste of motor racing came from before he was even properly born. His father, Alessio Scarfiotti, enjoyed a long career in Sports car racing, and as such, brought his wife and soon to be son with him across the globe for years, until father time caught up with Alessio, and he hung up his racing equipment at the end of the 1982 season.
Though his father continued racing professionally on a part time basis until the late 90s, Giacomo found that he hadnât inherited even the slightest amount of ability from his accomplished father. Though initially looked at as a disappointment, Giacomoâs genius shone through in his mastery of the art of car design, which was a fact that reverberated through Giacomoâs mind as he found himself barrel rolling down the backstretch of The Skids Motorsport Complex.
He was always the mastermind, never the executioner.
Despite the many shortcomings heâd endured, after his experience in the shitbox rally, Giacomo was determined to become the greatest racing driver of all time, having recently adopted the most strenuous training program heâd known all his life, a rigorous regime of at least 5 pushups in any given day, one protein shake to be consumed at a to be determined point in time, and a jumping jack, if he had behaved well that day. Truly, with a program like this, he would become Italyâs best driver, surpassing the likes of even Alberto Ascari!
A deep, all encompassing pit enveloped Giacomoâs very being as the thought came to mind. Seemingly ignoring the multiple injuries heâd likely suffered in the accident, Giacomo undid his own straps, springing out of the car with the energy of a methed-out hamster, and frantically got down on his knees, praying to Alberto Ascari for forgiveness for blaspheming his name. Safety officials quickly surrounded Giacomo, who fought them off about as effectively as people fight in their dreams, and he was quickly taken to the ambulance for a medical exam. The last thing Giacomo saw as the ambulance drove off was the sight of his manager, the 17th one heâd hired for his pursuit of glory, shook his head at Giacomo in disapproval.
The Hospital, a few minutes later.
Giacomo, having failed to convince the track safety workers that he was completely fine, found himself alone in the hospital bed, waiting for the doctor to give him a brief on his condition. As he lay in solitude, he did something that heâd never done before in his life: taking more than two seconds to stop and really think about the situation he was in. He thought about his potential as a racing driver and how far he could really go. Sure, he was no spring chicken at 50, but he had the genes, the rock hard abs (unconfirmed), and the iron will to become a Karting champion. But, the truth was, in the months after the Shitbox Rally, Giacomoâs go-karting pursuits had produced nothing in the way of notable results. Heâd crashed 30 karts, gone through 17 managers, and had forgotten to call Johnny that day to geek out about Ferrari. Giacomo began to seriously reconsider his future, that was, however, until his phone rang. Quickly checking his phone, the latest model iPhone 15, Giacomo saw the contact for Hikiko, his ex-lover and current leader of Giacomoâs top 5 bestest friends list. Without hesitation, he answered.
âGiacomo, you there?â She asked. Giacomo responded by checking out his goatee in his facetime camera, seemingly oblivious to Hikikoâs presence. âOh, um⊠Iâll take that as a yes.â Hikiko sighed. âUh⊠SoâŠ. Howâs the whole karting thing gone?â She figured inquiring a bit into Giacomoâs racing career wouldnât hurt, though she knew as well as anyone that Giacomo had the driving talent of Nikita Mazepin, if Nikita had his hands ground into nubs, his feet bound to his head, and the steering wheel left in a package addressed to Santa Claus sent via snail mail; which is to say he was not very good at driving anything.
Giacomo was too embarrassed to admit that he had just destroyed his 30th kart, and activated one of his rarely utilized special abilities - lying through his teeth.
âNo! Everything is great! See!â Giacomo forced a smile through the unbearable agony of having to remember the great deal of money sunk into the program so far, and Hikiko, having known Giacomo for nearly 40 years, saw right through his lie. She couldnât decide on whether she should go along with the lie or call him out, and seeing the water in Giacomoâs eyes, she figured letting it go would be the best option.
âOh, um⊠You know what, thatâs great! Iâm really glad for you! You could probably be a real champion someday.â Somewhere deep down in her mind, the purely survival based part of Hikikoâs brain immediately began melting down as those words left her mouth, her primal essence knowing better than she did that giving Giacomo any kind of encouragement, especially in the face of abject failure, was well beyond the realm of terrible ideas, and even came close to bordering the top 15 list of worst ideas ever had.
This became immediately clear when Giacomo, visibly injured, began marching out of the hospital room, his head held high, strutting right past his doctor, his team of nurses and his marketing team, ranting to Hikiko about how âThe next one would be ours!â as he got into his MCP Lombardi, revved the v12 engine one too many times, and made a beeline for the airport.
Daytona Beach, USA, Later that same day.
Itâs another sunny day in Daytona Beach. Though the spring breakers have gone home, the ravers are waiting on the moon, and the racers are actually in New Smyrna at the moment, the beach found itself as densely populated as ever, full of people coming and going to and from the beach through the many plazas, thoroughfares and stands that weaved through it. It was a much different scene to the chaos that erupted within the Machinas Con Passione garage.
While the beach provided its trademark scenic views and tranquil ocean waves, the team headquarters currently resembled the war room of a country that had just been informed of the intent of itâs worst rival to launch an intercontinental ballistic missile strike. There were papers and engineers scattered about, people sprinting across the small confines of the team headquarters, with the source of the chaos standing awkwardly in the middle of a garage, holding a slightly crumpled newspaper with the words âTrafikjournalenâ highlighted and circled multiple times, was Johnny Scarfiotti, sweating nervously and staring in awe at the absolute chaos that had erupted ahead of him after merely mentioning that race.
One particular engineer fell at Johnnyâs feet, as if begging him for some kind of forgiveness or mercy. âPLEASE⊠DONâT TELL HIM! DONâT TELL GIACOMO!â he pleaded, tears streaming from his eyes, staining Johnnyâs fake Jays in the process. However, his words seemed to be for nothing, as at that moment, as if summoned by the mere mention of his name, a ding from the doorway announced the arrival of Giacomo himself, who, given the sheer volume of the engineerâs pleading, managed to hear every word perfectly. âDonât tell Giacomo what? I mean, my birthday already passed!â Giacomo, naturally, was completely clueless to the situation and presumed the surprise was in regards to his surprise birthday party that the team had âforgottenâ to throw this year. Johnny, noticing Giacomo, was about to tell him about the event heâd read about before being tackled by an army of 5 mechanics and engineers. In the scuffle, the paper was sent flying, and landed conveniently at Giacomoâs feet.
Giacomo leaped at the opportunity to dive for the paper, hiding behind the counter as he did so, and went unnoticed in the commotion due to the rapidly increasing dogpile on the shop floor. The engineers worst fears had been realized:
Giacomo had an idea.
âALRIGHT! THATâS ENOUGH!â a booming voice reverberated through the halls as everyoneâs attention shot towards the source of the voice, a short japanese woman in her 50s. Hikiko wordlessly pointed to the corner, and the mechanics stopped beating on Johnny and shuffled to where Hikiko pointed, preparing to think about their life decisions. Hikiko sighed, helping Johnny up as Giacomo poked his head out from behind the counter. Hikiko noticed Giacomoâs arrival, and sighed again as she prepared for the inevitable onslaught.
âWe will enter and WIN this âclunker runâ!â Giacomo excitedly declared, triggering a chorus of groans from the engineers, who were quickly silenced by Hikiko shouting at them in Japanese, which none of the engineers understood, but were quieted by all the same. Johnny excitedly rushed over to Giacomo as the two conversed in quiet Italian as Hikiko gave the engineers a verbal dressing down over the state of the garage.
âHey, Giacomo, you really think we can do it?â Johnny asked, excitedly hopping up and down at the idea. Giacomo peeked out again from behind the counter, twiddling his stache all the way. âOf course, except, thereâs one problem. We canât prove the greatness of Machinas Con Passione in this contest, I mean, every car weâve ever made is amazing!â Johnny and Hikiko exchanged knowing looks at each other from across the garage, before Johnny went back to Giacomo to bring him back to reality. âUncle. We made a car like that.â
Apparently, despite designing every facet of the car himself, and greenlighting itâs production personally, this was completely shocking news for Giacomo, who promptly grasped his head in horror, letting out a faint, ghastly wail as he slowly fell to the ground. Johnny tried to hold back a nervous sweat, but couldnât stop a trickle of sweat falling from his brow (likely owing to the fact that sweating consciously is not possible). He now felt obligated to try and lift his uncleâs spirits.
âUm⊠Hey, uncle, itâs not so bad. Besides, you made the Lombardi! And the Giocattolo! Great cars! Keep your chin up!â And so, with hardly any convincing needed, Giacomo did. He looked up to Johnny, whoâs lusciously full locks and perfectly trimmed eyebrows were currently drenched in nervous sweat. Knowing his ego was at stake, Giacomo once again unleashed his rarely utilized special ability of lying through his teeth, providing another excellent display of deception as he did so. âYeah⊠b-but⊠Weâve never made a car like that⊠haha. Heh.â Giacomo stumbled over his words and stammered his sentences with the pure authoritative finality of Judge Dredd. Johnny squinted at Giacomo as he said this, putting a subtle, yet very effective, pressure on Giacomo to cut the crap. Giacomo responded with righteous indignation. âI! HAVE NEVER! MADE! A SHITBOX!â He shouted.
âA shitbox? I think you mean most of MCPâs cars.â Hikiko, Johnny, and Giacomo had made the trek to contact the old historian of MCP for any viable shitboxes, as Giacomo had vehemently refused to call a car of his creation by that title, in spite of his insistence of entering the clunker run, which required a shitbox for entry in the first place. Hence the name. Despite not getting the memo, Giacomo fought tooth and nail for what little dignity he had, not wanting to admit that MCP had been an abject failure and utter waste of money for itâs brief existence. While Johnny moved to place a hand on Giacomoâs shoulder, Ryouchi, who had been dragged into the whole situation, threatened Giacomo with the spray bottle to ensure his compliance in the meeting, seeing as heâd dragged them to the dusty house in the middle of nowhere in the first place.
The historian, a distinguished Italian woman in her 80s, patiently waited for the MCP crew to settle down before continuing. âWell,â she began. âIf you need something specific, I would recommend a Vittorio model. I actually drive one myself. Giacomo, I know youâre going to ask, so Iâll give you permission to use it, but you must have it back in one piece by the end of the month. I do have errands to run, you know.â Giacomo was about to speak up, but Ryouchi wielded the spray bottle once more, causing Giacomo to take a deep breath before continuing. âAh, yes, mother. I promise.â
Ah, yes. The MCP Lombardi. A true marvel of Automotive Mediocrity. Hikiko had actually driven the car competitively in various disciplines, and though it provided a good, if mild, basis for motorsports use, the base model was, well, put simply, as base as it could possibly get for a car. It drove, was made simply, and sipped fuel at enough of a pace to keep both your hopes and bank account in good condition. It made a fine example of a car for use in the Clunker Run.
Ryouchi would wind up test driving the car, making sure to take the backroads and making good use of the handbrake and his very potentially real Driving Focus ability to run the car through itâs paces, all while his mother, little sister, deranged employer and bane of his existence all held on for dear life in the various seats the Vittorio had to offer. Sitting next to her brother by was of having called shotgun in advance, Koharuâs gremlin tendencies had her wind up being potentially the only person in the car not terrified of a swift demise at the hands of the many street poles and traffic Ryouchi passed on his way to the teams garage.
Somehow, having defied all laws of physics, the party survived Ryouchiâs dance with the devil. Enduring his motherâs admonishment, Ryouchi made his way to the MCP staff, and began trying to convince his mechanics to work on the Vittorio, turning it into the shitbox-monstrosity it was always meant to be. A chorus of groans erupted at the prospect of using professionally trained mechanics (well, relatively, all of the decent mechanics had gone on vacation, leaving only the interns and newbies still on probation) to turn a normal car into a world beating, box destroying shitbox, but all concerns seemed to evaporate as soon as Hikiko rolled down the window, glaring right through the crowd of engineers who quickly got to work moving the Vittorio onto the shop floor.
And so, it was time to begin chopping apart Giacomoâs pride, tearing his ego to shreds and spitting directly into the face of his ancestors⊠(Hey, did Giacomo write that part?) Regardless, it was quite a taxing endeavor owing to the eccentric design choices Giacomo had made, turning the car from a normal grocery getter on the outside, to a maze of internals and bizarre part placements. Ryouchi and Johnny, being the youngest, were naturally assigned the grunt work by Hikiko, as Koharu was asked to be Ryouchiâs assistant, a job she made sure that Ryouchi would regret. Johnny was elated to have a chance to finally examine one of his uncleâs cars, while Ryouchi found himself more and more irritated by each passing moment.
While taking the car apart to ensure it was in working order, a slight problem emerged of the fusebox needing to be taken apart with a procedure complicated enough to require itâs own bomb defusal manual. Ryouchi had squeezed himself into the access panel for the box, which just so happened to require him to squeeze himself into the footwell upside down as Koharu read the instructions aloud, and was very close to yanking the box out entirely.
A stray wire poking him in the eye would see him do this and much more, taking a handful of wires with him as he tumbled out of the car and onto the shop floor. "Fuck! Giacomo, why the hell are you like this?!â Giacomo, poring over the engine blueprints, looked up from desk, giving Ryouchi a hapless shrug. Koharu, meanwhile, nudged him with his foot, remarking that âBreak Time was over!â and sending Ryouchi back into the trenches.
The car was also fully stripped and had the chassis swapped out for a lighter one Giacomo had left lying around for some time now, demanding it be built âFOR THE GREATEST CAR I WILL EVER DESIGNâ before promptly flooding his office with a sea of crumpled up papers and rejected designs. Also on the list of things that needed to go were the Automatic gearbox, owing to Hikikoâs insistence on simplifying as many aspects of the car as were necessary to ensure lightness and reliability, something Giacomo dismissed as being âtoo britishâ before being reminded that the only british car maker MCP has ever surpassed is British Leylandâs decomposing corpse.
And so, after a good few weeks of hard work (Johnny had sprung the news of the clunker run entirely last minute, as usual), the car was done. It had the structural stability of melted butter, and the reliability figures were less numbers and more optimistic shrugs, but after being fitted with a gleaming coat of Rosso Corsa, the MCP Development Squad was finally prepared to roll out. Which is exactly what the rear left tire did after Johnny forgot to tighten it before rolling off the lot. This is going to be a very long 24 hours.
The Team:
DRIVER 1 - GIACOMO SCARFIOTTI
The man, the myth, the legend, Giacomo will be making his racing re-debut at the clunker run in front of all 3 of his adoring fans (his parents and Johnny). âŠLetâs just hope he doesnât get hurt.
DRIVER 2 - RYOUCHI KATOU
The reserved, moody, maybe just a bit of a main character syndrome having Ryouchi is back in the drivers seat, driving another extremely uncomfortable car at the behest of his very kind and loving boss. The things you do to make your boss happy.
DRIVER 3 - JOHNNY SCARFIOTTI
Johnny, winner of the âmost likely to be a racing championâ award in kindergarten, is back in the mix, ready to finally win something thatâs not a highly professional competition between the fastest cars, most technical engineers and biggest egos in the racing world cause⊠shitâs boring i guess. He just really wants a break.
EMOTIONAL SUPPORT:
Hikiko, Koharu, Alessio, and Giacomoâs mom will be in attendance at the race as emotional support. If anything breaks down, a few underpaid interns/mechanics will be on standby to pray for a safe passage into the afterlife for whoeverâs in the car, because fixing anything on this bad boy will likely be a royal pain in the everywhere. Theyâre mostly here for Giacomoâs sake, and wonât be too involved in the running of the car.
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Would you consider allowing an entry from ChatGPT?
Yes, but it better has to be somewhat believable then.
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Alright, if i do go make one with it Iâll tell you about it. If it goes too off the rails iâll just not enter it.
Got a rustbucket coming though.
The âSDLN Groupâ will be driving their (My) Idessa Mata 1000, however the original engine blew up and so it has been replaced with a âRacingâ engine which seems to involve something with hamstersâŠ
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Eberswalder Rennkollektiv
The Team
Alexander Biermann
Age: 34
Being born wehn the Wall had already fallen, but still with a GDR stemp on his birth certificate, Alex grew up in a village at the border to Poland in the wild 90s. Time of freedom: Kids barely ten years old driving in neglected Trabants on snowy fields. People were still waiting for their houses to get telephone connections, Farmers were still driving old soviet made tractors. With every strong wind electricity was gone for a day. Police was nowhere to be seen and if you called them they needed an hour to show up in a small Opel Corsa. Since young age Alex was driving Simson and MZ bikes in the forests. Driving that old things, he had to teach himself how to maintain and repair old engines. Later he punished his moms Passat over the sandy field roads, sacrificing an undertray or two over time. Now he is living an orderly family life, but still wanted to get another go at the driving madness from his youth. When he saw the announcement of this 24h-Race in Sweden, he knew what he wanted and he knew who to ask for a car.
Klaus-Dieter Biermann
Age: 79
KlauDi is Alexâ grandpa. He was a driving instructor and a mechanic in the GDR. Everybody hated it. Critizising, choleric as he was he managed to get is wife quitting to drive forever. He has calmed down over the years. As he never threw something away that had any chance of being repaired he had parked his Wartburg 353 in a barn in '92. In '93 he bought an engine for a Wartburg 1.3 and had planned to upgrade it, but never got to it. When Alex came to ask for the car, he liked the idea to spend time with him working on the car and even to go out driving himself, probably during the dayshift.
Johannes Winter
Age: 36
A former school friend of Alex and somebody who spends his time working on âprojectâ cars, that never get finished, as one problem comes up when another one just got finished. He works in a metal construction. So while having a drivers license, he also got some skills that help with the car.
The Car
As mentioned the car was parked in a barn since '92. When the three got to the car, the interior was smelling to cat piss and the whole car was covered with centimeter thick layer of dust. Tyres flat, engine unusable. So it took a year to rebuild it to a driveable state. In the process the old two stroke engine was replaced with the VW EA 111 1.3l engine that KlauDi had laying around. Alex and Johannes bought a small turbo for a later version of the VW EA 111 from a scrapyard and upgraded the engine adding also an port fuel injection. Now it drives and has more power than ever before. The interior has brandnew imitated leather imitation. Now its on the way to sweden on axle. Driving streets it could have never been driven on, when it was new. KlauDi is already excited driving on the StorebĂŠltsforbindelsen and Ăresundsbron.
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As someone you have more or less described in your team, I get that comedy reference from Kalkofe. 
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No way, not to bring that joke. Are you the ânitpickerâ on discord about the 353, 1.3 naming? EDIT: Okay, you are not, the ânitpickerâ already said he is not you.
Burned Gasket Endurance Team
#05
The Team
Greg
Greg Hollinder
The Driver - 33 years old
"I mean, who isn't a driver these days right? So many people spend so much time behind the wheel getting to their jobs and back. There's so much untapped potential there. But as for me, I took my experience as a delivery driver for my local pizza shop and turned it up to 11.
I won't say I didn't get into my fair share of trouble late at night. The occasional burnout in an intersection, going too fast on the interstate, that sort of thing. But I'm less reckless these days, thanks to these guys. I just hope we can keep up with everyone else. I certainly wasn't doing a lot of driving during my other 24 hour activities."
Paul
Paul Querkle
The mechanic - 44 years old
"Our car is a solid entry, and I think with a little bit of clean-up it is going to be a lasting entry in the race. Good engine, good transmission, good chassis: its just whether or not it's going to last the beating we are about to give it.
Me? I used to run a business online fabricating engine swap mounting kits, but now my son runs it. Gives me a lot more time for wacky ideas like this! Greg asked me to join the team after he realized what kind of car he was going to be entering. I think it will impress him how much this little car will surpass our expectations."
Matt
Matt Rickson
The owner - 31 years old
"Yea, we got the car from my grandparents. It was kinda sad, because they gave it to me in their will. We went to go get it after the lawyer said the assets had been given to us. My grandparents had not taken the best care of it. It got left in the garage after my grandmother won the lottery and they bought a new car. My grandfather thought himself something of a mechanic, but he was fooling himself. When this car ended up not running anymore, he just left it in the garage saying 'I'll get out there and fix it one day', but that day never came. He had bought tools and parts, but didn't really know what he was doing.
Anyway, I didn't really need the car, but Greg was telling me at work about this race, and I couldn't think of a good reason not to give it a try. He put together the rest of the team and really brought the important elements together."
Steven
Steven Ulymany
The captain - 33 years old
"Greg asked me to help out on this race. I've been friends with Greg for a long time. We used to go to school together. We would play hockey in the street during the summer, and during high school we took metalshop together. He is a bit of a wild child, and he doesn't like to listen all of the time. No matter how good your advice, he likely isn't going to take it and has to figure it out for himself. I remember one time he was fixing his little project car, we were all over there havin' a beer and helping out. We couldn't get this frame cross-member back into the car, and once the boys had reached their limit, they went home. But Greg kept working. There was this little bolt on the subframe that wasn't quite in all the way. It fell out at one point while he tried to fuss the subframe into place. He didn't notice, the subframe fell and it pinned him under the car. He wasn't hurt or anything, but he couldn't get back out until his girlfriend came and rescued him that night when she got back from work! He called me the next morning and told me he was trapped out there for like 4 hours! We give him sh*t about it all the time."
The Car - Carlisle Stoop
The Carlisle Stoop was a Gasmean manufactured car from TGR industries. The original design was purchased from a Fruinian company Log Bore Motors. The version that was manufactured in Fruinia was a city economy car that offered a little sportiness and a lot of comfort. It was hugely popular, partially because it was cheap to buy. And cheap to produce, which is what spurred TGR Industries to purchase the design. Well, that, and the economic crisis that inevitably crippled Log Bore Motors, who then sought someone to purchase their assets pending their closure.
And as such, TGR Ind. relocated much of the original machinery from its prior manufacturing. Shortly therafter the Carlisle Stoop was released upon the Gasmean roads.
The Gasmean manufactured 1990 Carlisle Stoop sports a transversely mounted aluminum V6 engine at the front mated to a manual 5-speed transmission. This is an upgrade over the prior 4-speed mated to an in-line 4. The v6 5-speed makes about 120hp and 150 lb-ft. The drivetrain is settled on independent suspension all-around for a plush ride and stellar handling, improved over the prior iteration lacking progressive springs and gas-spring dampers. Overall it was accepted heartily by the Gasmean populace... for a time. After several years in service, increasing restrictions on emissions and an increasing global inflation made the prospect of V6 engined vehicles in the economy commuter category less and less appealing to buyers. It's spot in the market was eventually usurped by lighter, quieter, and more emission friendly choices.
The Stoop Today
The car as it enters the competition is far from the condition it left the factory. Paul took down some notes about things that should be addressed before the car enters the race:
Intake manifold gasket failure - replace
Timing chain is likely very worn - replace
AC compressor bearing is failing - remove AC?
Heater core hose is cracked at the firewall and has been leaking fluid on the firewall and frame.
Leaking banjo bolt on the front right brake caliper.
The front dampers are leaking fluid
Front tires are bald, rear wheels have quite a bit of rash.
Right rear wheel is missing a lug nut
New rear brake shoes needed, new front pads too
E-brake cable is almost broken.
Proportioning valve is leaking
Alignment
No headlights (bad bulb? bad ground?)
Lots of slop in the shifter, shift knob is missing
Passenger mirror is held on with glue that is failing
Timing chain is likely very worn - replace
AC compressor bearing is failing - remove AC?
Heater core hose is cracked at the firewall and has been leaking fluid on the firewall and frame.
Leaking banjo bolt on the front right brake caliper.
The front dampers are leaking fluid
Front tires are bald, rear wheels have quite a bit of rash.
Right rear wheel is missing a lug nut
New rear brake shoes needed, new front pads too
E-brake cable is almost broken.
Proportioning valve is leaking
Alignment
No headlights (bad bulb? bad ground?)
Lots of slop in the shifter, shift knob is missing
Passenger mirror is held on with glue that is failing
And here are some things that are going to make the car a less than pleasant racing experience:
Exhaust hanger bushing is almost completely gone
There is significant rust in the trunk under the floor covering.
The interior reeks of cigarette smoke, despite the 4 sun-bleached air-fresheners hanging from the rear view.
The rear windows will not go down.
The steering wheel is gross. Like its decaying or something. It's patchy and sticky and kinda crumbly.
One working windshield wiper motor.
No tachometer
There is significant rust in the trunk under the floor covering.
The interior reeks of cigarette smoke, despite the 4 sun-bleached air-fresheners hanging from the rear view.
The rear windows will not go down.
The steering wheel is gross. Like its decaying or something. It's patchy and sticky and kinda crumbly.
One working windshield wiper motor.
No tachometer
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Team Oxracers II: The Return - Ep. 1: Roll call⊠again
(May make the most sense if you know Part I from last year. Don't have to read all 18 episodes though...)
The Team
A dark haired man in the mid-30s and a brand new, flashy and obviously unused racing suit enters and says with an unmistakable swagger in his tone. âHello everyone, my name is Corazon de Carrera, and I am a world famous racing driver!â
Another person enters, about the same age and height, but with curly hair and regular, if a bit sloppy, clothing. He glances disapprovingly at the first person and states, slightly irritated. âMy name is Michael Egbert, and I actually have a racing driver license.â
A third person enters from the other side, much taller than the other two. He joins them and states eagerly: âI am Lucas Dobberstonehaugh and I want to become a racing driver. My friends call me Dob.â
A fourth person with long flowing dark hair and a dark mechanic overall lowers herself from a pole from the floor above. She spins around and states. âI am Jane Warlock, and I can build cars for racing drivers, actual and otherwiseâŠâ She glances at Michael and Corazon, in that order.
A fifth person sneaks into the room, shorter than the others, and wearing colourful clothing that matches her hair colour. There is also a cat prominently features on her t-shirt. The camera lowers itself slightly to catch her in close to the centre of the picture. âAnd I am Mary Small, I keep track of all their expenses and team morale⊠and why did we have to say all that - again?â
The Setting
âYes, and where are we?â Corazon wants to know. He looks out the window and reads the signs. âSweden - again? There is a sign that says Höljesbanan 25.â He sighs.
Michael nods. âYes, everyoneâs doing sequels these days, so I guess we are as well.â
Lucas complains. âNoone has original ideas anymoreâŠâ
âHas everything been done that can and should be done?â Jane asks critically.
âNah, everyone has just gotten risk averse these daysâ, Mary mutters. âOr lacks inspiration for something truly new.â
Together, they leave the nondescript building they have spawned in and approach the bright red car that is parked on the lawn outside.
The Car
âWe did not even get a new car for the sequel.â Michael continues to complain. âThat bloody Seongu Kando there looks very familiar.â
Jane nods. âYes, I remember seeing it in a junkyard in part I. Someone had crashed into its rear.â
âI remember, tooâ, Lucas adds. âBut not this particular one, obviously.â
âObviouslyâ, echoes Corazon, unhelpfully.
âSo this is not New Game+?â Mary wonders.
âNo, but someone apparently chose the Quick Start option this timeâ, Jane concludes.
Corazon seems to have no issue with that. âNo sense in spending 10% of your playtime in the character creator as people in Baldurâs Gate III have done, apparently when you can get the best out of the box, amirite?â
More Background
âBut we kept our classes and skillsâŠ?â Lucas wonders.
âYes, because you can import your save from part Iâ, Jane points out.
âI also kept all my achievements and, most importantly, my winnerâs trophy! So that is good!â Corazon again has nothing to complain. âAnd the car is not the same - it looks different?!â
âWell, it can be red.â Michael states the obvious.
âAnd turbo.â Mary also points out the obvious.
âI guess someone wanted to clearly distinguish their savesâ, speculates Lucas.
âOr just re-use assets from the last game versionâ, hypothesises Jane. âThe car looks pretty stock to me.â
âYou mean suck?â Thatâs Michael.
âSo definitely an asset reuse?â wonders Lucas.
Jane has completed a lap around the car. âYes. Most importantly, this one has narrower wheels and intact wheel wells compared to part I.â
âProbably due to the new game patch fixing common exploitsâ, says Michael.
âWhy update what isnât broken? We won the last time!â Corazon, obviously.
âBut it was pretty broken, so the patch is welcomeâ, retorts Michael.
âWill we win again?â Lucas wants to know.
Michael shrugs. âNo idea, they changed quite a few things around since last year.â
Jane adds. âAnd it looks like the realism checkbox was ticked. I donât think I can expect my friend Ludo having 225/45 R13 wheels handy in this game instance.â
âSo this will finally allow achievements! And gamerscore!â Mary sees things from the bright side.
âLooks like itâ, muses Lucas.
âThe only thing I want to achieve is a win!â Corazon, again.
Meanwhile, Michael helps Jane push the car into a room that has âWORKSHOPâ printed in large friendly letters above its exterior door. It is obvious that she wants to give the car a full check-up before they proceed.
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For the 30% chance Iâll manage to put something together in time, Iâm claiming # 666
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Oh boy, here I go screwing up formatting again.
EDIT: I am a prophet. now I get to fix whatever the hell I did wrong hereâŠ
EDIT2: Apparently, Discourse doesnât like empty lines in the HTML. Who knew. that was a PITA, but it looks to be working now.
TransporttjÀns Eriksson Aktiebolag Eslöv
The Car
The Sceptre Automotive Company
Note: This information is not necessary to understand the state of this vehicle; I'm simply including it for flavour, and to elaborate on the history. Reader Beware.The Sceptre Automotive Company traces its roots back to the mid-1950s when Canadian entrepreneur Harold MacNeill founded the company with the intention of creating innovative and reliable vehicles. MacNeill's passion for automobiles and his belief in pushing the boundaries of automotive engineering laid the foundation for what would become the Sceptre legacy.
In the early years, Sceptre gained recognition for producing cutting-edge vehicles that were ahead of their time. Their commitment to quality and innovation led to the introduction of the Sceptre Caducus series in the mid-60s. During this era, Sceptre vans were considered top-of-the-line and known for their durability and advanced features.
However, as the automotive landscape evolved, Sceptre faced challenges in adapting to changing market demands. By the 1980s, the company struggled to maintain its competitive edge against formidable rivals like the larger Ford E-Series vans. Despite their pioneering history, Sceptre's designs were perceived as increasingly out of touch with modern trends.
The 1999-2001 Caducus marked a crucial juncture in Sceptre's history. Despite its ambitious engineering and robust build, the van suffered from a reputation for overengineering that paradoxically resulted in poor overall quality. The Caducus symbolized the company's attempt to regain its former glory, blending a compact design comparable to a Renault Kangoo with a powerful engine more fitting for a half-ton pickup. Combined with a suspension rated for a ridiculous tonne and a half of cargo, this reputation for overengineering was certainly deserved.
Sceptre made a strategic move to expand its market presence by introducing the 1999 Caducus to the European theatre. Unfortunately, the timing proved unfortunate. The early 2000s witnessed a severe economic downturn in Canada and the United States, causing a significant decline in automotive sales. Sceptre, already struggling with financial losses, found itself unable to weather the storm.
As the recession deepened, Sceptre faced insurmountable challenges, and in June 2001, the company folded, marking the end of an era. The demise of Sceptre was not only a consequence of economic hardship but also reflective of the company's inability to reconcile its ambitious engineering with the practical demands of the market. The Caducus, once as a flagship product, became a symbol of Sceptre's frailty in the face of evolving automotive landscapes.
The Erikssonâs Company, and Associated Van
In 2001, as the dark clouds of Sceptre's imminent collapse loomed on the horizon, the four Eriksson siblings, Aatto, Elin, Sven, and Linnéa, embarked on a venture that would test both their entrepreneurial spirit and the limits of their trusty Sceptre Caducus. With aspirations to establish their own delivery company, TransporttjÀns Eriksson Aktiebolag Eslöv, the siblings pooled their resources to acquire a Sceptre Caducus just before the automotive company met its untimely demise.
The Eriksson family's Caducus became an integral part of their budding business, navigating the streets of Eslöv and beyond as it ferried goods from one location to another. The van, however, was not without its quirks and challenges. Aatto, the eldest sibling and de facto leader of the business, quickly became acquainted with the van's idiosyncrasies, particularly its engine and transmission.
Over the years, the Erikssons engaged in a series of engine and transmission replacements. The 1999-2001 Caducus, despite its robust exterior, seemed to struggle with the demands of the delivery business. Yet, the Erikssons, determined to make the best of their investment, tirelessly kept the van in working order, swapping out engines and transmissions every few hundred kilos as needed.
One incident that left a lasting impression was Sven's (first) rollover in early 2002. The Caducus, burdened with a heavily underloaded suspension, proved to be less stable than anticipated. In response to the mishap, Aatto, always the problem solver, took it upon herself to address the van's precarious handling. Recognizing the need for a solution that went beyond conventional measures, Aatto made the bold decision to fit a custom-made Tungsten roll cage.
This roll cage, although unconventional and notably heavy, served a dual purpose. Aatto believed the added weight would help settle the underloaded suspension, providing a more stable ride for future deliveries. The Tungsten construction also ensured unprecedented durability, a crucial factor in the siblings' determination to make their Sceptre Caducus a reliable workhorse.
Despite the challenges and the collapse of Sceptre, the Eriksson family's van became a symbol of resilience and adaptability. The modified Caducus continued to serve TransporttjÀns Eriksson AB Eslöv faithfully, a testament to the Erikssons' commitment to their business and their innovative approach to overcoming the shortcomings of their trusted but beleaguered delivery vehicle.
Entrant Number 17
In October 2023, amidst an unexpected slump in business, the Eriksson siblings faced an unexpected bout of boredom. Seeking an escape from the monotony, they decided: why not break the routine by entering a race? Despite their limited racing experience, the notion of a thrilling challenge ignited their collective enthusiasm, setting the stage for an impromptu racing venture.
The family's reliable workhorse, the Sceptre Caducus, became the focal point of their newfound endeavour. Aatto, the manager and mechanic, took charge of the minimalistic preparations. The van, already boasting a custom-made roll cage for added durability, required only modest adjustments like a few hastily installed racing seats - and a walkie-talkie taped to the dashboard that served as their rudimentary team radio - meant the family's approach was refreshingly uncomplicated, reflecting their belief that the true strength lay in their familial bond and the enduring capabilities of their trusty delivery van.
In the weeks leading up to the race, the Erikssons shifted their focus to preparation and anticipation. Aatto's mechanical expertise ensured the Caducus received meticulous maintenance, ensuring it was in prime condition - or, as much as could be expected of a delivery van with 999794 kilometres on the odo - for the upcoming challenge. Elin, the family's accountant, managed the logistics, securing the necessary permits and coordinating the entry details. Meanwhile, Sven and Linnea, the energetic duo, immersed themselves in researching basic racing techniques and strategies, eager to make the most of their limited experience on the track.
As the days passed and the race date drew near, the race became more than a diversion from the Business lull; it evolved into a shared adventure that would test their mettle and celebrate their familial unity. Little did they know the true challenge awaiting them on the race day itself, where their unorthodox approach and the unyielding spirit of the Eriksson family would be put to the ultimate test.
The Team
Aatto (She/Her)
Aatto Eriksson is the Manager and Mechanic of TransporttjÀns Eriksson AB Eslöv.
Born in 1980, she is the resilient and innovative leader of the Eriksson siblings, bringing a unique blend of determination and practicality to the helm. Aatto's age manifests as a wealth of experience, an asset she leverages to navigate the challenges of running a delivery company. Aatto's leadership style is characterized by a hands-on approach, a trait honed during her years as the family's de facto mechanic.
Aatto's personality is a mosaic of pragmatism and adaptability, forged through the trials of managing the family business and keeping their trusty but temperamental Sceptre Caducus on the road. Her role as both manager and mechanic has imbued her with a keen sense of problem-solving and an unyielding commitment to the success of their venture. Aatto's siblings find inspiration in her unwavering optimism, even in the face of the van's numerous quirks. Aatto's leadership is not just about steering the family business; it's about fostering resilience and resourcefulness within the Eriksson clan.
Aatto's abilities extend beyond her managerial role, as her mechanical prowess plays a crucial part in the continued operation of their aging but beloved delivery van. Her hands are adept at navigating the intricacies of the Sceptre Caducus, whether orchestrating engine and transmission replacements or, in a moment of ingenuity, deciding to outfit the van with a custom-made roll cage so Sven wouldnât kill himself. Aatto's multifaceted skills have become the backbone of TransporttjĂ€ns Eriksson AB Eslöv, ensuring that the family's business survives and thrives in the challenging landscape of the delivery industry.
Elin (He/Him)
Elin Eriksson, one year younger than his older sister, embodies versatility within the Eriksson family enterprise, serving as one of the drivers and the meticulous accountant for TransporttjÀns Eriksson AB Eslöv. Elin's personality exudes a calm and collected demeanour, reflecting his pragmatic approach to the varied responsibilities he undertakes. Despite the inherent unpredictability of the delivery industry, Elin maintains a level-headed disposition, contributing a stabilizing presence to the Eriksson team. His innate attention to detail and organizational skills make him an ideal fit for the dual roles of driver and accountant, ensuring that both the family's deliveries and financial matters are managed with precision.
Elin's personality extends beyond his professional capacities, reflecting a genuine camaraderie with his siblings. As the middle child, he plays a crucial role in maintaining familial harmony, balancing Aatto's ingenuity with Sven's adventurous spirit and Linnea's exuberance. Elin's quiet determination and adaptability provide a steady hand in navigating the challenges faced by TransporttjÀns Eriksson AB Eslöv, making him an indispensable pillar of support within the family and the business.
In addition to his driving duties and financial acumen, Elin possesses a keen analytical mind that proves invaluable in managing the company's accounts. His ability to sift through complex financial data, coupled with a keen understanding of the delivery industry's economic dynamics, allows Elin to offer strategic insights to Aatto, aiding in the family business's decision-making processes. Elin's multifaceted abilities contribute to the cohesive functioning of TransporttjÀns Eriksson AB Eslöv, reinforcing the family's collective effort to overcome challenges and thrive in their chosen enterprise.
Sven (He/Him)
Sven Eriksson, at 40, injects an unmistakable dose of energy into the dynamic landscape of TransporttjÀns Eriksson AB Eslöv. Renowned as the alternate driver for the family's delivery company and the (fraternal) twin brother of Linnea, Sven is a whirlwind of chaotic enthusiasm, infusing a spirited and lively atmosphere into daily operations. Sven's personality is characterized by an irrepressible exuberance and a penchant for speed, making him a magnetic force within the Eriksson family and a favourite among colleagues. His daring approach to life, while occasionally challenging the norms, adds a vibrant and adventurous dimension to the family business.
As Linnea's twin, Sven shares a unique and unbreakable bond with the younger sister. Their fraternal connection creates a dynamic synergy within the Eriksson family, balancing Sven's energetic impulsiveness with Linnea's youthful exuberance. Together, they embody a spirited duo that brings joy and liveliness to the family and the workplace. While Sven's zest for life might occasionally clash with Aatto's pragmatism, the twins' boundless enthusiasm often serves as a catalyst for creativity and out-of-the-box thinking within TransporttjÀns Eriksson AB Eslöv.
Behind the wheel, Sven's abilities shine through as a skilled and daring driver. His penchant for speed, though occasionally earning him a reputation for driving a bit too fast, becomes an asset in the world of deliveries. Sven's agility and quick reflexes, honed through years of navigating the roads with an adventurous spirit, allow him to adapt to the ever-changing demands of the delivery business. While his driving style might raise an occasional eyebrow, Sven's abilities contribute a dynamic edge to TransporttjÀns Eriksson AB Eslöv, making him an indispensable part of the family's journey through the challenging terrains of the delivery industry.
Linnéa (She/Her)
Linnéa Eriksson, Sven's fraternal twin, shares a chronological and emotional bond with her exuberant brother. She stands as the most energetic and physically robust member of the Eriksson family, serving as the formidable muscle of TransporttjÀns Eriksson AB Eslöv. Linnéa's personality, while not as overtly exuberant as Sven's, exudes a quiet strength and determination that complements the family dynamic. Her unwavering commitment to the success of the delivery company is evident in her role as the powerhouse and occasional backup driver should the brothers be otherwise engaged.
Linnéa's relationship with her siblings, particularly Sven, is marked by a harmonious synergy. Their shared age and experiences have fostered a deep understanding, allowing them to collaborate seamlessly within the family business. Linnéa's calm and steady demeanour provides a grounding force, balancing the vibrant energy of her twin brother and contributing to the cohesive unity of the Eriksson family. Her willingness to occasionally take the driver's seat showcases a versatility that further reinforces the family's adaptability in the face of challenges.
Beyond her role as the family's muscle, Linnéa's physical strength is a notable asset within the context of the delivery industry. Whether loading and unloading cargo or handling unexpected challenges on the road, Linnéa's robust capabilities ensure the smooth execution of daily operations. Her ability to seamlessly step into the driver's role when needed adds an extra layer of flexibility to TransporttjÀns Eriksson AB Eslöv, showcasing Linnéa's indispensable contribution to the family's success in navigating the demanding terrains of the delivery business.
The Stats
Mostly Unmodified, but racing anyways.
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Before the Race - Test Drive
Claire's Tests
The battered old tires of Kaisaâs Prefecta crunched loudly over dirt, gravel, and bridge boards. Claire fought the surprisingly unruly little car though every corner, constantly wondering how ninety nine horsepower could so easily overcome the tires. That said, it wasnât strictly the slowest thing sheâd ever driven, and it wasnât the worst handling either. It just wasnât good.
As the body slugged hard to the right during a corner, Claire jerked around in the custom interior that Abigail had worked up. The mechanic had spent hours and hours after her shop closed tearing out the old interior after finding extensive black mold under one of the cushions, and had installed some secondhand âracingâ seats with harnesses. The roll cage would come later.
For the time, it was up to Claire to shake the car down, and she was finding it unhappy. Steering was sluggish at best, and it wasnât even powered, making some corners much harder than they needed to be. At least that meant it wasnât sapping from the pathetic engine; same for the unboosted brakes.
When she and Kaisa had gone for a ride earlier, though, Claire had kinda understood the Swedish girlâs love for the thing. It was more comfortable than she would have guessed for its age, condition, and price. And it was a truly simple, surprisingly rowdy little machine. It might have even been sporty, in good condition.
Then something popped under the hood again, probably one of the many issues sheâd had with the damned thing blowing hoses, and Claire was back to hating the old piece of junk.
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Please, allow me to introduce... The Dancing Queen!
Yes, we're here to annoy the natives. Let's see how many stereotypes we can hit.
A 1960 Newton Gravitas. A "Deluxe 8", no less. It's an American build privately shipped here in 1969. This one was being rescued by roadside service last year, it's last owner took no time accepting our offer... he had apparently gotten sick of trying to keep it running. Sufficient cash-money exchanged hands, and, yeah. The 3.9L (235cid) V8 has had a little work done, as in: A higher flowing carb, new valves & springs, a quick port job.
It had a set of 7.25-14 cross-plies (factory were 6.75) but we swapped them for some 185/70R15 radials, and we've fitted new dampers, what with not being fans of the stone-age twin-tubes it had. Toe and camber adjustments, along with moving the battery to the "bagageutrymme". It runs a bit louder without the mufflers, and we know rust is doing some damage. It's not even a classic, but it is related to an almost good enough racing car... in 1970 you could get these a 6.4L (400cid) V8.
The car parked just outside the HoljuâŠHelioâŠHolyhell⊠racetrack.
The team:
Charlie:
Something of an armchair driving expert. He's racked up hundreds of hours in BeamNG, but struggles to reverse park his sister's Smart Fortwo.
Ed:
An acquisitions specialist. If you ever happen to want anything from an amplifier to a crate of water coolers, he probably knows someone who knows someone. He has a bit of practice driving forklifts around the docks.
Howard:
A Vegan. I know you didn't ask, but, trust me, that is the first thing he'll tell you. The boy looks like he could use a feed and some sun.
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TEAM TRAFIKJOURNALEN: PART 1 - THE CAR
Meet the 2003 IP Rubiq. The cheapest one for sale in the country! Starting its life as a fast food delivery vehicle, and driven as one. Urgh. You know.
Then some later owner seems to have managed to crank up more miles than would be sane for a little shitbox like this. Before the odometer stopped altogether, so it is quite unclear how many kilometers it really has on the clock.
What is clear, though, is that it has a measly 100 hp 1.5 litre engine and a (sigh) CVT. So, about as un-sporty as a drivetrain would get. On the positive side, despite its boxy appearance it is very sparse on fuel. And Asian cars are reliable! Right?
âŠwellâŠ
This car was bought to either, if it wasnât beyond saving, become a project car for the magazine. Or if it was beyond saving, being smashed to pieces in the 24h challenge. AndâŠ
Letâs just say it failed inspection, big time. Even if the outside rust ainât that bad for a 20 year old vehicle, letâs donât talk about the floorboards. The canvas roof being a bitâŠincontinentâŠmight have contributed to that. Yeah, they could be patched up enough to withstand 24h without the driver falling out, but making it roadworthy again would simply not be worth it.
Then it was the HC shooting through the roof at the emissions check, though. Unfortunately, the engine spewing out clouds of blue smoke every now and then might contribute to that. For how long will that one survive?
Other than that, it is in rather normal condition for the mileage. Which is WAAAY above what an IP Rubiq was ever supposed to take. So, not very good TBH.
And yeah. Ripping out the interior might get rid of the horrible grease smell.
TO BE CONTINUED
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3Âœ days left now! A small reminder that some of you should start working on your entries if you want to take part, and if you havenât started, wellâŠdo it now. 
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THE RHINO SQUAD
Chanty
Chantal, 20 year old, doesnÂŽt really have archieved anything in her short life yet - well, except for owning an old Primus. She does not have much contact with her parents, except for her grumpy father Thomas, who sends her some money every month. From him she intherited being a petrolhead and therefore wants to join this challenge. She is both an extro- and introvert and canÂŽt stop driving her father crazy.
Jan
Jan, soon turning 22, is Chantys boyfriend. He isnÂŽt that tough guy that Thomas wanted for his daughter. He is very gentle, mostly calm and works in a nursing home. To Thomas, Jan is a douchebag, but he starts accepting him as he treats his daughter well. Jan hopes to finally establish a good relation to Thomas on the trip.
Thomas
The 60 year old Thomas is a man of the old stamp. Grumpy, chain-smoking, always open for a good whisky and dark beer. He owns a service garage and while he isnÂŽt as good as MacGyver, its good enough to live from that and fix his daughterÂŽs abused car. He owns a rather new Primus Aventura which they take as supply vehicle and trailer hauler. The emotionally unavailable loner is often annoyed by his freaky daughter, but will always help her out in any situation.
The car
Chantys car was gifted to her 18th birthday by Thomas, a 1990 Primus Advance GLX. Now, after two years, Chanty has really ruined it with her reckless driving and lack of care. Although Thomas fixed it mechanically, there is no way he will make it pass the next mandatory inspection which is already two months overdueâŠ
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Team Stamppot, Saucijzen & Shitbox
god ik hou van holland
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The vict-err, the team:
Jan Johan Cornelius Elizabeth van der Pot - mechanic, and also driver
(or just Jan.)
51 year old man, farmer, and responsible for the vehicle. Having done most of the maintenance work on all his tractors and equipment, he knows his ways around cars and such, serving as the prime âshit gone wrongâ contact person.
Joost Terhoeve - driver 2, pit stop guy
31, with a lead foot and flagrant disregard for vehicle condition. Has taken the poor car off road many times with middling results.
Sander van Maarsen - driver 3, pit stop guy 2
29, with experience in entertaining grand stands by taking corners a lot more sideways than they should be taken. Partially responsible for how bald the rear tires are on the car.
The car
This is it. Itâs a 1979 ACR 400 Executive (read:shitspec). Despite being basically a taxi in equipment, it was specced with a 4-litre V8. Itâs been sitting in Janâs shed for 20 years after he bought it. Weâve been taking it out for joyrides every now and then, but other than that it has gotten no love.
âŠNow that sounds all well and good, a 4 litre must provide great performance. Except it doesnât. Because the ACR 400 was intended to be ACRâs breach in to the North American market, breaking out of that little cubby hole in Europe that keeps fighting the ocean. With North American, I mean the US market. Which means horrific emissions choking and a break horsepower value of a glorious 150, at least in its current (broken) state. At the factory, it produced around 160, which is still terrible. But I digress.
Despite itsâŠmiddlingâŠengine, it still will do over 200 km/h if you keep your foot down, and will do 100 in 9 seconds, which is quite amazing for how crappy it is. The rear wheels will be spinning for over half of that run to 100, but thatâs part of the fun, isnât it?
So you might hear this and think:âHey, despite this engine, its really fast? Howâd you manage to enter it if it is so good?â
Well to answer that question, things are broken. Most things are broken. For starters, half of those problems were in the interior which has been stripped. Things like that digital display gimmick that ACRs had are broken, as is the HVAC, the door locks, the driverâs side door release, and all of the windows being stuck up.
As for the mechanicals, it has a differential whining and making helicopter noises sometimes, loose engine mounts (in no part thanks to Joost and his off-roading), a transmission that doesnât shift in to overdrive and generally sluggish shifts, leaky, crusty seals, warped brake rotors from that one time we tried to blow the engine up by driving with the brakes on, and valvetrain damage from a shitty oil pump and a lot of high RPM shenanigans.
A good fit for this endurance race, then?
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Leipzig, 03.01.2024, 12:00
Just in time the SUV stops in front of the run-down building. The old man sighs, rolls the windows down and lights a cigarette and after that is smoked up, he starts honking.
Chanty, your dad is here!
Aaaargh! He always have to be on time. I am not done with styling! What do you think, the pink or black headphones? I need to look good on Insta!
Actually, I donÂŽt know and I donÂŽt care, your father will rip MY ass off. I will get down the bags now to calm him a bit down. HURRY UP!
Aye, Jan, now that will grow you some muscles like a man. Just put it in the trunk, I have the jump starter ready. Chantal already called me that her battery is empty because she forgot to turn off the lights. Damn, where is that beast? CHANTAL JOLINA NILFERT! MOVE YOUR AAAAASSSSSSS!
Mr. Nilfert, I guess it is serious when you call her full name?
You bet, JAN KELLERMANN! Either you or me drags her down, I suggest we have less emotional breakdowns if you do it, right?
20 minutes later, the Primus Advance is loaded onto the trailer, and the team takes off on the A9 highway.
He, Jan, awkward silence here since I put on my good old music. WhatÂŽs Chantal doing back there?
Listening full volume to her music, sir.
Argh. Ignorant piece of⊠well, must be my genes. You seem like you could need some more nutrition, you could hide behind a lightpole. Any food wishes? We still got some time left until we need to board the ferry in Denmark.
to be contunued
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