Captain slow< 
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Yes, I saw the reference, lol.
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Team Highway Hooligans
Race, Noon to 4 PM
Jake grips the wheel at the starting line, feeling the shuddering of the Bricksley’s 206 cubic inch, five-cylinder engine. With his left foot holding down the edge of the brake pedal, he drops the car into low gear, then presses on the gas. The car lurches, tensing up against the brakes as the torque converter hits stall speed, waiting for the flag to drop. No sooner had they gotten the green flag, Jake dumps the brakes and buries the throttle. 200 horsepower stampedes out of the engine and to the rear tires… Where the “limited slip” (open differential) proceeds to dump it all through the passenger side rear tire in an Australian-inspired smokey burnout launch. A drop back to “drive” settles the car - barely - and the race begins. After a handful of laps, Jake finds a steady open space in the pack and stays in it, just trying not to play car pinball even if the others around him were less worried about their odds of finishing the event.
A half hour later, the WAZ loses the back end and spins on the track, looping the car out in front of Jake. In a panic and being used to front-wheel-drive, he hooks the wheel and floors it, trying to drag the nose of the heavy car below the skidding, crashing mess, only to flick the rear end out himself and slide backwards into the guardrail with a BANG. Fortunately, the steel bumper holds up fine, and even more fortunately, the Sedlak stomps the brakes instead of taking the whole front end off of the taxi. The DAW tries to pass the Sedlak as it weaves around the partially-stalled Bricksley (with Jake waiting for a safe time to rejoin the track), only to pinball the guardrail and cause the Phoenix to pile on its brakes.
“What a motherfucking clusterfuck this is! It’s like a pile-up on Interstate 90!” Jake grumbles, deciding if this was what waiting would get him, he’d just do an unsafe rejoin, firing the car down the track.
It’s 2 hours later when Jake again outdrives himself, this time only brushing the guardrail with the whole passenger side of the car while watching the incident between the ARVA and Torrento, though he smirks as V2 struggles to tame the Torrento’s wheelspin. Behind him, there’s a hard thud as the Brunelle plows into the guardrail and swings back across the track, followed by another light squeak as the Qua bumps-and-goes off of the rail, now missing some trim pieces.
Finally, Jake has to bring the Bricksley in for a fill-up with gas, and the large gas tank is “quickly” refilled from the Shitbox-Rally-standard gas cans as fast as the team can manage.
“Go, go, go!” Cody yells after the tank is full, slapping the fuel door closed and tossing the empties over the wall for Trevor to refill.
“Fang it, Jake!” Scott shouts, and Jake responds, smoking one tire in the pit for a few feet, rolling quickly-yet-mostly-safely down the pit lane, and having to stop at the pit lane exit because the Ishii was matching his speed.
The radio clicks on. “Don’t fucking sit there, you plank! Fucking goose it!” Cody yells. Jake floors it and the former taxi lunges out of the pit exit, the dual fake hood scoops obscuring the tiny Qua until it was too late. Jake rams the Qua with a sharp shunt, bumper to bumper, causing both of them to slide off the track.
Jake picks up the radio handle from the dash and apologizes. (@Angelustyle ) “Sorry, had a moron in the pit lane telling me to floor it, I floored it, couldn’t see ya.”
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“SHIT SHIT SHIT! GET THE NEXT DRIVER IN!”
“I KNOW IM TRYING TO GET THEM IN”
“TAKE THE EXTRA WHEELS OFF OF THE DUALLY AXLE!”
“GET THE ANGLE GRINDER IM TAKING OFF THE STUMP OF THE AXLE”
(extra speed/less weight now)
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Race - Noon to 4 PM - Seinäjoki Speed Freaks
Go! Go! Go!
With Akseli inside of the Speed Freaks’s Sedlak Silva, the main objective in these four hours was to, first of all, get a feeling for the vehicle, finally being able to analyze the handling at higher speeds and on the track itself, and immediately find out what was wrong with the car. And for Akseli, it was incredibly clear what was wrong, the handling was absolutely horrible. Mind you, the 1.8L 4 cylinder turbo engine pulled like a train, and the brakes worked well enough to make it stop in time before the corners, but the handling was absolutely unpredictable, partly the cheap tires, and partly something else that he didn’t know about, until now. The car was understeering in corners, and oversteering out of corners, causing the cautious Akseli to get startled by the snap oversteer. The walkie-talkie was always on, in case of problems, with him or with the cars.
Akseli: Voi Vittu-
Mikko: Is everything alright?
Akseli: The Brickley hit the guardrail, I almost rammed into it!
Mikko: Anything wrong with the car?
Akseli: Well, nothing now! It’s understeerin-SHITSHITSHITSHIT!!! Snap oversteer! I got it, what the fuck did you do to the car!
Mikko: The rear suspension was collapsed, and I put tractor springs-
Akseli: YOU FUCKING IDIOT! That’s why it handles like shit!
After this moment of fear, Akseli continued to drive out of the corner, hopwfully Akseli will be able to keep the car steady enough and not lose too many positions until it’s Mikko’s turn. He’s attempting to safely get into a corner, but it seems that luck wasn’t by Akseli’s side, as he got rammed from behind by the Astral.
Akseli: MY BACK! FUCKING HELL-
Mikko: What the fuck happened?
Akseli: Some idiot rammed into my ass! And we lost the rear bumper!
Mikko: Keep driving! And try not to crash man.
After giving the middle finger to the driver of the Astral, Akseli and his Sedlak continue the race. His attempts to catch up with the Globus were unsuccessful, the large American car’s engine was more powerful, and any attempts to catch up to him in the corners were unsuccessful, something HAD to be done about the back end of the car kicking out. Attempting to catch up to the Astral and the Globus, he barely manages to avoid a crash that might have meant the end of the race for him.
Akseli: Oh no! You fucking don’t!
Akseli completely slammed the throttle down, the back end of the Sedlak almost kicking out as all the power was sent to the four wheels, to try and avoid a crash, hitting the rev limiter of the engine and the straight-piped exhaust with cheap chinese muffler starts spitting flames as Akseli bangs the limiter, before switching gears. The accident was hopefully avoided, but he had to do SOMETHING about the stability of the Sedlak.
Akseli: You either fix the fucking car, or I’m out of this. I don’t want to die because I oversteer into another car.
Mikko: Pull in the fucking pits! We’ll inflate the rear tires! Hopefully they don’t blow out.
Akseli: Alright, alright-
The car pulls inside of the pits, where Mikko was ready with the air compressor. He would quickly inflate the tires even more than how it was suggested, hopefully this would improve the stability, at the risk of the tires blowing out, and a much stiffer ride, hopefully compensated by the tractor springs.
Car status:
Loss of rear bumper: Less weight, higher risk of damage from rear-end collisions.
Over-inflated tires: More stability, reduced snap oversteer, stiffer ride, risk of blow-outs increased.
Driver status:
Akseli: Tired, quickly downing an energy drink before driving away from the pits. Aggression slightly increased because of the stressful environment, still cautious about the status of the car.
Mikko: Hyped up for the race, getting stressed out hour after hour. Aggression increased, caution decreased.
Jani: Blissfully sleeping 
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Y.E.A.R.
Last Episode (“Reunification with familiar faces”)
Race Episode 1:"To finish first, first you have to finish"
Not too long after noon.
Ryoga was putting on steady lap times. Even when their car was amongst the slowest on the field. They had a hard time trying to catch even the Cutter from Team Left for Dead. But then they saw the Flint approaching from behind… That was just after 6 laps, and the Flint was by far the fastest car in the field.
María’s instruction to Ryoga was… weird, to say the least.
Ryoga:“María !”
María:“Yes ?”
Ryoga:“There’s the Flint behind me, I think it’ll lap me…”
María:“They are the leaders indeed… Let them lap you.”
Ryoga:“What ? But, didn’t you want us to be comp…”
María:“I said let them lap you ! What’s important right now is to keep that wedge going.”
Ryoga:“OK… As you please…”
And so, Y.E.A.R. would leave way to those willing to pass.
Even by some point the Qua was lapped by the Cutter. By 2 PM, they were far down in last place, but Ryoga was being surprisingly careful… That was until after 2 PM…
Around 3:30 PM.
…of course, María was pissed just after…
María:“Ryoga, You baka ! Baka ! Bakaaaaaa… (interference)…!”
Ryoga:“Sorry. Hey, at least Hou, Ángel and Catherine are there to look for the damages, right ?”
María:“Yeah, yeah, come down to the pits, we’ll fix whatever you’ve… (interference)… trim pieces down on the track, so we’re leaving debris behind…”
Ryoga:“The car still feels fine, though !”
María:“Good to hear… we haven’t DNFed on your stint…”
María’s stomach starts to grumble. Eating that cheese sandwich for breakfast was anything but good for her already dwindling stomach. But she’d resist until after her stint… She still had time to think about stuff and the effects of the lactose intolerance hadn’t kicked in yet.
Ryoga:“Guys, no problem… Ehhh, You got that on the radio ?”
María:“Stupid Hooligans ! Couldn’t you wait for an itch…? (Interference)…”
Jake:“Hey, calm down… I didn’t meant to do that… Just some moron forced me to accelerate… I’m sorry.”
María:“Yeah, sure !”
After coming off the Radio, María calls Catherine… She’s next to drive… Catherine, at that moment, was “busy”… eating.
María:“Catherine ! Come here, your turn is coming up !”
Catherine:“Hmph? Ifs my tfurn neft ?!?”
María:“Yes, it’s your turn next, C’mon, get yourself ready, we don’t want any trouble or delays !”
Ángel, in order to get some inspiration to the team, gets his phone and puts on some music for the team to hear on the radio… This may work, he thinks.
Current Status of… The Car
- Chassis hasn’t suffered much damage. Can still drive.
- Trim Pieces missing, paint on left side having scratches.
- Taillights and Rear Bumper heavily damaged, but still attached.
Modifications/Repairs/Inspections made: Cosmetic Repairs, duck tape on taillights, really short inspection under the chassis.
Current Status of… The Team
- Ryoga: Tired but Inspired, about to be swapped.
- Catherine: Hungry, slightly distracted, about to get in and drive. Caution decreased for the first 30 minutes.
- María: Stressed and Nervous. Aggression increased, caution and skill decreased. Having slight sickness due to lactose intolerance.
- Ángel: Calm, and Inspired. No changes in status.
- Kanna: Energetic, happy. No changes in status.
- Hou: Nervous. Skill decreased.
Team Activities: Playing some music over the radio to the Qua, makes everyone feel slightly more confident and inspired.
Mentioning: @Madrias
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Team Off-the-Books, Post Noon-4
After Sam’s run-in with Team Traffikjournalen’s ARVA, caused by an overly aggressive passing maneuver by Sam, and with the lead the team had accumulated, Hans spent a fair bit of time lecturing Sam over the radio about the need to be more cautious, especially with the lead. Sam pushed back that the team needed to build up a lead early since Hank–admittedly not the fastest driver–would be taking overnight turns behind the wheel. Sam also argued that with the iffy condition of every hose, gasket, and who knew what else on the worn old Flint, the team could use as much of a lead as it could get in case major repairs were needed at some point. But Hans kept pressing, and Sam eventually conceded that she might try to be more cautious.
In the meantime, Hank, who had insisted on two hour driving shifts and having each driver off for a consecutive 8-hour rest period in order to minimize safety risks associated with drowsy driving, was sleeping on a cot in a tent set up near the pits, only to be woken if needed to help in the pits.
Proposed strategy change for 4-8: +1 to caution, -1 to aggression for Sam Prescott
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Lap 1 team radio
Viv: I did not know it was possible to get that much wheelspin from so little power.
Clara: If it was Jamal driving he absolutely would have done the same.
Jamal: I can confirm, I was not expecting that much power. I probably would have done the same. Atleast the tires are warm now, well, its not like the heat makes any difference on these things. How old did you say they were?
Viv: Well the date says 1992…
Jamal: So those tires are older then all of us?
Viv: I guess.
Clara: If you guys are gonna slag off the car can you not do it on the team radio. I’m trying to concentrate.
Viv & Jam: Fine…
Lap 63 team radio
Viv: Jesus clara what was that?
Clara: A love tap. Or a pit maneuver, same thing really.
Viv: How is that legal?
Clara: I don’t know it is lol.
Viv: You are insane, you know that accident involved like 3 people behind you.
Clara: Ok, A: it wasn’t an accident. B: They were behind me. I am simply using my experience to my advantage.
Jamal: Yeah well can you make sure that “experience” leaves a car for the rest of us? I dont want those ‘speed holes’ getting any worse.
Viv: Yeah, its better to finish last then not finish at all.
Clara: I disagree.
Viv: Of course you do…
Lap 167 team radio
Clara: Maniac
Viv: Why, whats happened,
Clara: Whoever was in the Globus cop car just did their best me impression and had a slam into my rear. Lucky I caught it before I spun.
Viv: Any problems?
Clara: Not that I can tell, ironically the car designed to spin other cars has come off worse for wear then a tinfoil coupe with plastic bumpers.
Jamal: Bet you that turned on the hazards
Clara: For that to happen they would need to work.
Viv: Ugh, just get on and drive will you?
Lap 256 the pits
Clara: OK FILL IT UP MOVE MOVE.
Viv: You know fuel stops are mandated to take 15 minutes right?
Clara: Oh yeah, I forgot.
Jamal: Also, it wouldn’t hurt to calm it down a bit you know.
Clara: Pha, like you wouldn’t be doing the exact same thing.
Jamal: Hey, when i use aggression I do it safely. No damage to others, and more importantly, to us.
Viv: Speeking of damage, after all the hits you’ve been taking you’l be delighted to know the ‘speed holes’ haven’t gotten any worse. At some point I might have to put in those rebars, but by then any weight we’d gain from them would be lost as little rust flakes across the track.
Jamal: Am I the only one whos concerned that those are critical structural peices?
Clara: Relax, the steel is somewhat corrosion resistant.
Jamal: Thats not what I said, I said that those “flakes” are little bits of a car that used to hold it together.
Viv: I mean, if the chasis failed in the middle, the driveline would technically hold it up, but i wouldn’t want to test that.
Clara: Will you stop reminding me this thing is sketchier then a pen and paper in an art class? Now check those tires and fill it up. I want to make this stop last longer then absolutely required. Jamal, get ready. You’re up next.
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Part 4: Jan drives
mentioning team AWAAP by @Rambow and YEAR by @Angelustyle
“Please don´t die…”
“Baby, I know what I am doing. Last year was a bit unfortunate but this year we have a heavier and larger car. I hope the heating is still working, Brrrr!”
“I know, but…”
“JAN! GET IN THE CAR! We are starting in a few minutes. Remember, just mind your own business and stay out of trouble. For the really fast driving, that´s my job.”
“All right, Thomas…”
Jan and Chanty kissed and gave each other a high five, and then he proceeded to the starting line. Jan had an average start, and even if he was a quite slow driver, had some pace to stay in the front half of the field. He could have been further up in the rankings, but remembered Thomas instructions: No hard defending, not risking damage to the car - the tactic was to not wear off the car while others do, and catching up at a later stage to exhausted material.
The inevitably happened after 3,5 hours of racing. Thomas and Chantal were peacefully sleeping, when the walkie-talkie woke them up. Thomas was the first to respond, while Chanty´s habits for getting up are a bit more…relaxed than that of her father.
“COLLISION! SHIT!”
“WHAT? Was it bad?”
“Don´t think so, the other car looks fine.”
Thomas and Chanty, who managed to put on shoes, ran out, just to see that the Globus is about to lose it´s front bumper.
“What car was it?”
“The Astral”
“How does that thing have no damage but you are losing the bumper and a fender? What the hell have you done?”
“This thing is oversteering as fuck, and it was just a really minor incident, I have no idea why the car falls apart, you were the mechanic then!”
“Just get in the pits, that´s a two minute thing with duct tape, and the tank is propably in need of refill anyway. I don´t want to have debris lying on the track and slicing up the tires.”
“THERE IS ALREADY A LOT OF DEBRIS I HAVE TO AVOID! But yes, we shouldn´t make the situation worse.”
While Chanty grabbed the walkie-talkie, Thomas looked for his “first aid kit”, a toolbox with some useful things for small repairs.
“Honey, stay away from Clara for a while then, I know her and she is very competetive and… will propably be quite mad at you, she does have a bit of temper…”
“Don´t you tell me to stay away from other girls all the time anyway?”
After a quick fix, the Globus was no longer a threat to others, with the sharp corners taped, and two additional screws secured the bumper.
“Quite some rust there, no wonder the structural integrity at this exact spot is that of a banana. Let´s hope the car isn´t that weak at some important structures, but I have checked, the galvanized frame seems still good, it´s just the sheetmetal that has seen too much salt. I might be needed in the pits, but I also have quite a long stint later, I will go to sleep again. Chanty, you give me company?”
“Nope, its my turn in two hours anyway… I´ll go to Y.E.A.R. as I think they need a bit of support, they are dead last… if I was them, this would seriously fuck me up.”
“All right, but be on time for the driver change. I don´t want to let Jan drive longer than planned, because I want to finish top 3 this year.”
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PART 2 - 4 PM - 8 PM
The gravel is spraying all over the track from the powerslides the ARVA is doing at the moment. Stylish - but not all that fast. Maybe the dust surprised Catherine Jansdatter in the Qua, because that one is approaching the back of the ARVA with quite a lot of speed - only to have to brake in panic to not hit it from behind. The Mara has been in for refuelling and is now speeding out like a rocket from the pits. The Sedlak has been in for some small adjustments, and after taking the first corner a bit too wide, it is driven at a fair slower tempo than we have seen it being driven this far. The Bricksley has some light contact with the rail that barely does more than scraping off some paint from the behemoth.
Lionel Winters seems to have his hands full with controlling the Cutter at the moment, almost getting into a tangle with the ARVA. The Mara does some guardrail scraping, the Phoenix taps the brakes quickly to avoid flying debris from the Mara. Then the Brunelle hits the DAW, with reports that the Brunelle’s brakes felt weird. Seems like the old brake fluid didn’t cope with the temperatures, so it gets a fluid change in the pits. The DAW is relatively undamaged though. However, bad brakes or not, some rather ugly driving by the DAW, that the Astral barely managed to pass by, is contributing to it all. Some rail sweeping makes the Sedlak look rather sad, but doesn’t seem to have affected its function. The Brunelle seems to be stuttering a bit when leaving the pits, although that seems to just be something temporary.
The Cutter now gets into a rather heavy crash with the Vortex, spinning both cars around and giving large extents of cosmetical damage, but both are able to continue driving. The ARVA goes in for its first refuelling. The WAZ starts skidding but Dmitriy Orlov manages to correct that immediately. The Mara does a pirouette in a bend but keeps driving like if nothing happened. One of the support wheels of the DAW cuts into the ground, almost flipping the thing over, but Azamat Bagatov manages to save the situation. The Cago taps the brakes slightly to avoid the tumbling DAW.
The Cutter enters a corner a bit fast, having to brake mid corner which does cost some time, in turn also slowing down the Ishii and Torrento a bit. The Flint, Brunelle and Mishuto goes in for refuelling. The tail of the Bricksley now hit the guardrail with a loud thud, sending the car back on the track like a pool ball, but still it seems to survive.
The Cago got into a slight skid, but Jonathan managed to get it back on track, that in turn slows down the Cutter coming immediately behind it too.The Qua goes in to refuel. After doing a “little” jump the Vortex behaves a bit nervous on the track, it turns out that a tie rod got bent out of alignment and the team is trying to do some rudimentary straightening of it in the pits. The Astral has stopped charging, but since that apparently was only a loose connection on the alternator, it was a very quick fix.The Globus has been in for refuelling and a drivers swap, but it seems like Chantal Nilfert is a bit too exalted, doing a smokeshow with the rear tyres when leaving the pits - spectacular but costing time. After yet another guardrail crash, the hood flies open on the Bricksley, but Cody Acorne manages to slam it shut again with some intensive braking. However, it seems to annoy Azamat Bagatov in the DAW to have a constantly braking Bricksley in front of him.
The Sedlak rams the Ishii, but both cars seems to still be working as usual. What is no longer working as usual is the Bricksley after taking yet another guardrail hit. Now the hood is bent upwards enough to block the drivers vision, and the hooligans are working for all they are worth to bend it back into shape and still be functional as a hood. The Phoenix goes in for refueling. On the way out it almost hits the Torrento that has to swerve.
The next car to go in for refuelling is the Cutter, followed by the Vortex.The WAZ is now trying to pass the Ishii worryingly close, but there is no contact between them. The DAW and Torrento also goes in to refuel.
The short and mid engined Qua shows its true colours now by taking a corner tail first, but without creating some major incident. The Astral goes in for refuelling. The Globus has some brief contact with the Phoenix, without the cars getting much of a visible damage at all. It seems like it confuses the driver of the Mishuto, however, that goes into the rail when trying to avoid an incident. Some flying debris from the Mishuto in turn hits the Bricksley, and the Torrento has to brake to not hit the Bricksley when that one suddenly slows down.
Eight hours into the race, the standings are as follows:
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Team off the books - Flint - Lap # 531 @oldmanbuick (0)
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The rot - Ishii - Lap # 530 @Chaedder (0)
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The Interceptors - Mara - Lap # 516 @AndiD (+3)
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A wing and a prayer - Astral - Lap # 511 @Rambow (0)
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Seinäjoki speed freaks - Sedlak - Lap #510 @Nicxv (+3)
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Team PhirmEggPlant - Mishuto - Lap # 508 @PhirmEggplant (-1)
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The Rhinos - Globus - Lap #505 @Happyhungryhippo (0)
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Три Полоски Racing Team - WAZ - Lap #500 @0rangeghost (+1)
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Team Bowling - DAW - Lap #496@Djadania (+1)
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Team Chitco - VerBanka - Lap #490 @MrdjaNikolen (+1)
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Team Vortex - Vortex - Lap # 484 @George (-8)
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Team Vet Inte - Cago - Lap #482 @06DPA (+1)
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Team Marian’s Dream - Phoenix - Lap #477 @Tailgate_sniffer (-1)
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Bugs in the Code - Torrento - Lap #463 @Fayeding_spray & @Leone(+3)
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Team Trafikjournalen - ARVA - Lap #458 @Knugcab (+1)
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HeltR SkeltR & Marcel - Brunelle - Lap #455 @Dildoplocus (-2
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Team Left for dead - Cutter - Lap # 453 @stm316 (+1)
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The Highway Hooligans - Bricksley - Lap #446 @Madrias (-3)
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Y.E.A.R. - Qua - Lap #444 @Angelustyle (0)
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TeamEggPlant radios into the to get a bag of ice ready, before pulling in to inspect the damages. (Throw the ice on intercooler) check on the driver and get them some water, and then throw some tape on the busted panels and rush back out.
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Time to Shine…
Daniel: Good news! Fifth place overall!
Mikko: Yeah…and that’s with Akseli behind the wheel? Not bad at all, what time is it?
Daniel: It’s 8 P.M. man, it’s your time to shine…show those freaks from before what you can actually do! You can do this!
Mikko: Woah, woah, calm down. You already know, they’re gonna burn…
Mikko would grab the radio, and immediately shout at Akseli, who was driving.
Mikko: AKSELI! Aja varikkokäytävälle nyt! On minun vitun vuoroni tuhota tuo sinitukkainen friikki ja nuo japanilaiset idiootit!
Akseli: Yes, yes, you’re the boss…
Mikko: And Henrik! Get me a case of energy drinks, a pack of cigarettes, and my helmet, NOW!
Mikko, after having gotten ready, looking way more like a professional than the rest of the racers, with his racing suit, matched helmet, and the air of a real rally driver, quickly ran up to the approaching Sedlak, forcefully pulling out Akseli out of the seat before jumping in. Strapping his harnesses, he put the Sedlak Silva in first gear, and before you knew it, with an extremely quick start, like a real rally driver, Mikko was out of the pit lane as quick as he pulled in. (5 Aggression 5 Skill incoming)
Akseli: Ouch! You hurt me, you fucker!
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- HeltR SkeltR & Marcel pit, 3:12 PM
Romain runs to Mary :
" - Are you okay ? That was a pretty heavy hit back there on that guardrail !"
" - Yeah I think so… It’s such a mess, sometimes I barely know what I’m doing… Where is he ?" she looks around for her father. “he must be angry or something… I think I’ll be better on the track, I’ll try not to break the car more !”
" - Don’t worry about Robert, we told him to get some sleep just before you hit that rail, he doesn’t know about it^^"
She smiles at him and goes back to race.
- 5:55 PM
Mary, exhausted, enters the pit area with apprehension. Her father is waiting for her and do a full check-up before Rémi takes over.
" - The brakes aren’t good anymore, they feel weird, I don’t know what happens…"
" - What ? You brake too much ! That’s what happens ! Now I gotta fix this and it’ll take ages ! Get out of here. I wasn’t 15th in my dreams !" and he starts fixing the car. Romain gets near him and tries to calm him :
" - Robert, you know, you could be a bit nicer to your daughter, she just drove 6 hours straight… For her first time, you know it’s not…"
Robert opens the overheated brake fluid tank just near Romain to cut his speech.
" - I’m just stressed okay ? I… I’ll catch with her later, when I’ll be more confident in this race. Here, help me, get in the car and pump those brakes." He discretly opens a beer and tries to heal himself with his poison.
Meanwhile, Rémi tries to comfort Mary, but he has to take over, and soon enough he takes place in the driver’s seat. He takes the time to kiss his necklace and takes off. The engine stutters a bit as Rémi leaves the pit.
" - Oh ! I’ll have to check that carb on the next stop, if THIS TIME I don’t have a fluid circuit to fill !"
Romain looks at him with a frowning face.
" - But… Are you drinking again ?? Jesus, Robert ! I thought we were clear about that ! I won’t be able to trust you after a while… You’ll have to sleep again when it’s my turn to drive and I won’t have a good mechanic…"
" - Well Mary will…"
" - Mary will be asleep at that time ! Remember she’s still a child, kind of ?.. Hey you know what, do as you want, it’s YOUR dream you’re sinking after all. I’ll be in the backroom, I need some calm. Just come if you need me."
And on the track :
" - Damn I hope that microdosing wasn’t macrodosing, that sunset is stunning…"
to be continued
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Also, if you have any strategy plans for next round, as last time, DM me them before monday 21st of october, 5 PM CEST.
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Big crash = Places lost.
We need to bring the Vortex to the top. We go All-In, no balls, all risks. We will get back on top.
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Team Highway Hooligans
Race, 4 PM to 8 PM
Jake grimaces slightly as, toward the end of 4:30 PM, he loses a bit of control of the ass-happy Bricksley and scuffs the guardrail, shaving off a little more of the dirt, grime, and faded-piss-yellow paint from the car. It had been a relatively calm half hour up until that point, and the car seemed to be running just fine for now, so Jake just shrugs it off and keeps going.
Nearing 6 PM, Jake does it again, this time bouncing off of the barrier near the pit-lane entry and getting fired back out onto the track, the bumper now a little bit more bent. A lap later, Jake brings it in for a driver change.
“Be careful, Cody, it’s ass-happy and it’ll get away from you quick,” Jake warns.
“Just means it’s more momentum to hit other cars with,” Cody quips back, sliding into the driver’s seat and doing a squeal-and-peel out of the pit lane, leaving a drifting cloud of smoke for the other teams to deal with.
Of course, 30 minutes later, Cody finds out that Jake wasn’t joking, nearly saves it but overcorrects, and stuffs the front quarter with the broken light into the guardrail, and in the process, breaks the hood latch. As the hood drifts skyward on the straightaway, Cody slams on the brakes, slamming the hood shut and simultaneously brake-checking the DAW behind him. This cycle continues for another few laps, up until the car loses it again, bangs into the guardrail again, and ends up with the hood now blocking Cody’s view.
In the pits, there was an argument regarding how to fix the hood, keep it still functional as a hood, and finally, whether they actually needed the hood.
“Just take the fuckin’ thing off! We don’t need it, it’s excess weight, and I can’t see shit with the god-damn scoops or the fuckin’ thing flopping up in my face! It’ll be way worse if the fuckin’ thing flops open and busts the windshield, so TAKE IT OFF!!!” Cody yells.
While Scott checks through the rulebook to see if the car needed to keep the hood on for the whole race, Jake and Trevor dismount the hood and set it aside, then send the car out to keep racing while they make some “adjustments” in case the hood has to go back on.
Cody grins as he glances over at the exposed engine on the straightaway, stomping on the accelerator and watching the five-cylinder, turbocharged, and intercooled beast straining against the engine mounts, rocked over a few degrees under hard acceleration. The car seems no better or worse for having the hood removed - it’s still slow, unruly, and tail-happy - but at least Cody can see most of what he’s about to hit.
We say most because the Mishuto plays some guardrail pinball and flings debris at the Bricksley, which bounces off of the valve cover and hits the roof, causing Cody to brake-check the Torrento and flip the birdie at “that idiot in the Mishuto” for throwing trash at him.
Strategy: Keep things pretty much the same. Currently, seeing if we can get away with not needing to bolt the hood back on.
Car: Starting to look like a crumpled beer can.
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Y.E.A.R.
Last Episode (“To finish first, first you have to finish”)
Race Episode 2:"Nunavummiut Wonders, María's Nightmare, and a Happy Birthday"
Around 4 PM.
As Ryoga drove, Alexandra, a side member from the Speed Freaks, joined in to conversate just as our Canadian Wonder came along to drive.
The Canadian Wonder, otherwise known as Catherine Jansdatter, got in the car by 4 PM. It took her quite a struggle just to get in the car itself. But still, it seemed like it was all smooth sailing for Y.E.A.R…
Until Catherine would immediately almost eliminate the clean runs by nearly crashing head on with the ARVA. Lucky, her cautious driving was paying off, and she stopped in time, but that wouldn’t avoid her getting scolded by María…
María:“What the Hell was that ?!?”
Catherine:“Sorry, I was trying to avoid a wreck. Luckily I did avoid the wreck. No damages !”
María:“Good, Good, don’t get me any more stressed, Cath, so please just make it to 8 with the car in one piece.”
However, just as dusk began to fall, luck seemed to turn around briefly for our favorite Yumeisotitanian Team. Because, Ángel, who was in charge of the radio after María’s sickness worsened (she went to the bathroom for a while during this time, yet it didn’t solve the sickness), screamed of joy, just as he did when he won that Pokémon Match against Andrés in the Shitbox Rally…
Ángel:“OH MAHH GAAAAAWHD !!”
Catherine:“What happened, Milksweet, am I smoking ? Car’s sinking ? Are we snapping ?”
Ángel:“WE AREN’T LAST ! I REPEAT, WE, AREN’T… (Interference for a little moment) !”
Catherine:“Wait… Really ?!? Am I that good !?”
Ángel:“Indeed you are, Honey Bunny, keep it up, great job ! Great Job !”
Yes. They had come out of last place for a brief moment ahead of the Bricksley. Said lead over last would be gone once they stopped for refuelling, but, hey, this moment truly raised some spirits for Y.E.A.R… Even María, who came back from the Bathroom, with her gastrointestinal problems increasing in magnitude, had reasons to be happy by this.
However, another issue began to show as dusk fell: Snap Oversteer. The same problem the Speed Freaks were suffering now was also a suffering matter with the guys from Y.E.A.R… However, unlike the former, the latter had this effect by nature, not by badly made tuning. Catherine would keep things controlled though, for the relief of the team.
María watched from afar, quite nervous. Not only her drive was next, but she’d receive some truly horrifying news when she got a Text Message about 20 minutes before 8 PM. By now, Ángel and María knew that Mikko Harjanne was driving all night, thanks to Alexandra for telling them said information. Due to that, they’d have to be quite careful in the next 10 hours.
And then María checks the message she received. It had seemed to have come from her worst nightmares…
María's Nightmare Source from here on out... (Read for Context, it's short anyway)
???: Miss María Yukobaiyaroslavl.
If you fail to finish under any circumstances (retirement, mechanical failure, accident, etc), you are fired.
Have a good night.
- The HNJRBC.
Just like that, María was now in true jeopardy, but she was doubtful if telling the truth so everyone would have some mercy with her… Or if keeping on hiding it in order to disallow others to hurt her even more by having said knowledge.
María would have to wait for venting however, as there was another thing going on in the Y.E.A.R. garage. At around the same time, the team celebrated Kanna’s Birthday (which, if you didn’t notice, was on October 5th, which was on race day [I didn’t edit the post to put the changes in Age of both Catherine and Kanna for nothing !]) discreetly in the pits. There’s cake and soda, and people can be invited from 7:45 to 10:20 PM, given how it’s meant to be a relatively short celebration (Kanna’s Birthday Party can be held more comfortably when they are back in Japan, so…).
Ángel saved some cake for Catherine (“Once she comes back, she’ll be really hungry”, he thinks), while Kanna is willing to save some cake for Chanty (who is driving at the moment and won’t come back until 10 PM). María, while conscious of her worsening state of lactose intolerance (with effects starting to become notorious), decided to eat a slice in hopes that would calm her nerves down…
But it was pointless, as Ángel approached his older sister…
Ángel:“Oi, Mari ! You drive next…”
María:“U-Uh… Oh… Yeah.”
Ángel:“You sure you feel alright ?”
María:“I… I… C-Can last…”
Ángel:“Remember… You have told us to keep the car in one piece… If that thing arrives here working by midnight, I’ll attempt to buy you some Lactaid before I drive… If I can just find a farmacy here… And then you can stay in peace… Remember, don’t race that Finnish Moron, and if he bumps you… Once you two come back down on the pits, teach him a lesson.”
María (resisting to crying):“W-Wish… m-m-me… l-lu-uck…”
The lactose intolerance was peaking. “I’ll go and rest after this drive from hell”, thinks María, as she gets in the Qua with some difficulty when the clock strikes 8 PM. Catherine comes out of the car at that same moment and hugs her tiny boyfriend with all the joy in the world.
They aren’t aware, but, María is on a meltdown… It’s just a matter of time before she can’t hide things anymore.
Current Status of… The Car !
- Current Damages aside, nothing else.
- Brakes starting to suffer minimal fade. Nothing done to fix them.
Repairs/Mods/Inspections: None.
Current Status of… The Team.
Ryoga: Tired, but happy and motivated.
Catherine: Really hungry and thirsty. But joyous. About to be swapped out for María Yukobaiyaroslavl.
María: Extremely Nervous and Stressed, Feeling Really Sick due to Lactose Intolerance. About to be swapped in for Catherine Jansdatter. All Stats reduced by 1 in the first half of her stint.
Ángel: Happy and Motivated, but Thirsty.
Kanna: Really Happy.
Hou: Still nervous, tired. Mechanical Skill decreased by 1 for the next stint.
Team Activities: Celebrating a Birthday of a Member (Kanna Yukobaiyaroslavl). Kanna’s Party will be held from 7:45 PM to 10:20 PM on the garages, and people who come can get some cake and soda to eat and drink (notable exceptions for some people who won’t be allowed entry).
They are still playing music over the radio.
Mentioning: @Nicxv, @Madrias, @HappyHungryHippo
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TEAM TRAFIKJOURNALEN - PRE-RACE TO 8 PM
Sorry. I really had 1000 other things getting into the way of finishing this. I hope I can catch up better in the future.
With the IP Brigadier and car trailer for this year replaced by a Sanju LD40 car transporter, our team was rolling with the brown Archanan barge towards Höljes. Filip Andersson complained as usual, meaning that the truck wasn’t much of an improvement. Mats Hansen’s counterargument was that now they could at least listen to the clattering diesel at 90 km/h legally instead of 80, all while some tape with trucking music was barely heard when it tried to kill the dried out early 90s speakers.
Arriving at the track and unloading the ARVA, Filip Andersson took a little look around the pits, and quickly came into contact with the Seinäjoki speed freaks.
“Oh hello, Filip Andersson here, from the magazine’s own team, nice to meet you. Uhm…and I see that your weapon of choice was a Sedlak.”
As the rest of the team was now busy doing whatever they wanted, some of them eating, some playing Venttii and some just wasting time, Jani and Alexandra were sitting with each other, smoking and talking about cars, as it seemed. They were talking in English, and while the girl seemed to perfectly speak it with a slight Canadian accent, the blonde guy was straight up talking in rally english.
*Jani: “Yeah, the new K35R is powerful, but the K40R…another different beast.” *
Alexandra: “Those are really fuckin’ rare and really fuckin’ expensive though. And also really fuckin’ unreliable, but still, my dream car.”
Jani: “Yeah, that V8 is the be- oh wait! Is that the magazine’s team?”
Jani had noticed a member of the official Trafikjournalen team approaching them. And while Alexandra waved at him openly, Jani was definitely slightly less open, however friendly, for a Finn, giving him a slight smile.
Alexandra: “Yo, 'sup. You know, it’s nice to meet you. Alexandra Boyd, the pleasure’s all mine, and we’re the…Speed Freaks, what was the place again? I don’t know Finnish, I’m sorry.”
Jani: Seinäjoki Speed Freaks. Really nice to meet you, I’m Jani Kyllonen, and…yeah. That’s our car, first generation Sedlak Silva, 1.8 Turbo engine and 4 wheel drive model. Found it in a shed…well, Akseli found it in a shed, he’s…there cleaning the truck.
Alexandra: I don’t think 'ya should go talking to him now, unless 'ya want him to last out. He’s pretty…into his little private moments.
sorry for the wait
Filip: Oh, hum…the 4 wheel drive…turbo. Yes. That’s something nice. Do you know what some genius decided we should drive this year? A fucking ARVA Kondor!
Alexandra: An…ARVA? What’s that?
Jani: The real question is, how do you find one that is still alive?
Alexandra: Is it some obscure Euro brand I don’t know about-
Filip: It is a fucking shitbox from Archana that was supposed to be “luxurious”. All it does is shakes and gulps fuel and weighs like if it is carved out of lead. And thiis one is beat to shit by some farm kids already. What are our chances here, you think?
Alexandra: Fuck, I think everyone here’s mostly on the same boat…shit, it can’t be worse than all of the other cars in here.
Jani opened a pack of cigarettes, offering one to Filip. Do you smoke? Want one?
Filip looked over at Alexandra. “Eh, if you don’t know what an ARVA is…you don’t know how bad it is either. Fuck. It has a giant V6 that makes just a little bit over 100 hp. Not even malaise era yank tanks were that bad. And said V6 is made out of some Archanan…alloy…that probably weighs like lead. Fuck. I wish I had your car…”
Looking over at Jani he kindly rejected the offer. “Nah…nothing for me but thanks anyway.”, and left.
The next car he saw was a Mara, that he had mixed feelings about. Knowing that someone else brought a brown, Archanan barge? Good. But on the other hand, Maras were a bit more…progressive…than the Arvas. They probably would drive in circles around the ARVA. A Vortex looked like if it could be worryingly fast, a WAZ? Well, another Archanan shitbox but one that actually could outrun its own shadow. Some cursing in German was heard around some ex police cruiser Globus, there was also a white Brunelle, he stopped to say hello to the team members, but realized he could not stay with every team and talk, so he went further.
There were indeed some mad ass builds too. An Ishii that looked like if it was heading towards a zombie apocalypse. Someone had welded an exocage around a DAW which almost looked like cheating. A Torrento looked like if it was lifted from the FIRESTARTERZ game (see AGC24 for reference). The Hooligans were here this year too with a sad looking Bricksley that maybe could rival the ARVA in shittyness. Some Phoenix pickup looked like if it was close to falling apart too.
A Flint coupé with a powerful engine and all wheel drive could be a strong contender - if the advanced technology would stay together. Some cars looked more like if they had survived some discount version of pimp my ride, like an Astral and a Mishuto. Other cars were surprisingly normal, there was a red Cutter, an equally red Cago, a blue VerBanka that would probably at least be reliable and economical, if not the fastest on the track. And a silver Qua? Well, they were tricky to drive and not very fast, so at least the ARVA could probably beat that one.
Filip Andersson had some arguing with the other team members about that he appearantly acted nervous and stupid just because a girl appeared in the pits, which he of course denied.
Finally it was time for racing, and it was decided that Erik Carlén should take the first hours, at least they could have a chance to get some laps before the car fell apart, with their best driver… It was slow but steady at the start, some gravel was showering it from the spinning Astral at the start, but other than that rather calm. The first drama was once again caused by the Astral when hitting the Sedlak.
Some hours in, however…
BANG!
The ARVA could not really stay in its line when a Flint did hit the rear corner of it. All Carlén could see was the Cutter approaching it, thinking “fuck…”, but at the last second, the Cutter disappeared from his point of view, while a Torrento was passing close to the side window of the ARVA.
"Oh well, that’s just shitbox racing as it is…, he said to himself, managing to squeeze in the ARVA behind the WAZ. Maybe some fatigue was starting to kick in, because not too long after…
BANG!
“Oh shit, there was the Torrento…”, he thought for himself, hearing something on the radio soon afterwards.
“Why did you take your revenge on the Flint out on the Torrento?”, Mats Hansen was laughing.
“Because unlike you I know where the accelerator is!”
Maybe he knew it too well, since he somehow got his revenge on the Astral it seems like, sending the gravel flying over it, when managing to pass it with a powerslide. Fact is, maybe out of boredom he seemed to think that this was turning into some kind of drifting event. He took it a bit calmer for a while, however, after seeing a panicking Catherine Jansdatter almost hitting him from behind with the Qua.
A while later, the ARVA rolled in for its first pitstop.
“Hey, it is holding up well!”, he said to the other team members that started to fill up the tank.
“Yes. And barely outruns the parts flying off it when they do”, Filip Andersson answered cynically.
“WHAT THE FUCK, DID YOU SEE?..”, Hansen was shouting. The DAW with its deathtrap exocage almost turned into a rolling marble on the track.
“Who did ever allow that scrapheap monster to enter the track?”, Andersson said, shaking his head.
With Carlén leaving the pits, the rest of his time racing was rather uneventful. Well, for him at least…
TO BE CONTINUED…
Written in co-operation witn @nicxv
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Part 5: Jan thawing up
in cooperation with @nicxv (Speed Freaks) and @Elizipeazie (Valentin Schrant), mentioning the Interceptors by @AndiD, YEAR by @Angelustyle, Highway Hooligans by @Madrias, TotB by @oldmanbuick and Marians Dream by @tailgate_sniffer
Mikko just couldn´t stop walking in a circle.
Daniel: “For fucks sake, stop making me nervous!”
Mikko: “We are two laps behind these hippos! And that large and heavy car is difficult to pass. We need to get past them before that geezer drives, he might be old, but I looked him up on German pages, he is an experienced and successful amateur racer, unlike that discount rocker.”
Daniel: “Rhinos.”
Mikko: “Oh, there is that fat commie. I have an idea!”
Mikko runs to Jani, violently pulling him aside.
Mikko: “You see that punk walrus there? I noticed that you get along quite well… GET ME THEIR TACTICS!”
Jani: “As the son of a race driver you should know that fairness is important, no, I won´t!”
Mikko: “I know one thing: The victory is all that counts. So, either you get me the information the friendly way… or I will get it from her the unpleasant way… but then I guess, that girl won´t be able to drive anymore…for a very long time, and looking at her, I really don´t want to put my competitions weakest driver out of the competition.”
Jani: “You don´t dare that! And she is not the weakest, you underestimate her!”
Mikko: “So… hurry up. You remember how good my punches are, don´t you?”
Jani did as ordered, confused how to avoid a conflict, and greets Chanty
Chanty: “AAH! Jani, you scared me… my headphones were so loud that I didn´t notice you coming… you look stressed, are you OK?”
Jani: Hey…hey, I’m sorry! I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to…it’s just. Well…I’m pretty stressed out, yeah, you could say that. How are you, by the way?
Chanty: “Worried… because last year was very … eh, … well, my father almost died and Jan too, so, that´s a lot of memories, but … no, I am fine, because this year everything seems to go well!”
Jani: I’m happy for you…glad everything is alright now. But…there’s something I have to tell you, maybe that’s the reason why I am stressed out.
Chanty: “May I guess? It´s Mikko?”
Jani: Yeah…it’s Mikko, heh…am I that predictable?
Chanty “Not you, but he is”
Jani would grab his pack of cigarettes from inside his pocket, then quickly light one, before turning back towards Chanty.
Jani: By the way, do you mind if I smoke? I really don’t want to if you don’t like it.
Chanty: “Eh, give me one, too, I ran out of them because I wanted to stop but… no, I want to smoke again now. Anyway, what´s up?”
Jani: Oh, okay. I didn’t think you smoked…but to be fair, Alexandra is very similar to you and has probably used every drug known to mankind at least once, so, here you go.
He would hand her three cigarettes from his pack, also handing her the lighter so she could smoke no problem, before taking a hit and going back to talking.
Jani: Well…he’s had this stupid idea…he wants me to ask you information on your plans, or else he’ll probably punch me again, then get them out of you. I don’t want you to get hurt and I’m not letting him. Hey…sorry if it doesn’t make sense, I just got up-
Chanty took a deep breath from her cigarette
Jani: I don’t know, he’s probably screaming at Akseli on the radio…as he’s been doing for hours now…
Chanty: “Make sure he does, because he should watch the beginning of your hollywood career. Trust me, I have an idea that might work…”
Jani: An…idea? Wait, what do want me to do? I don’t want to hurt anyone…
Chanty: “You dont have to…Just pretend as If… Give me some light slaps that look dramatic and pull a bit on my hair and such…He will think that you tried your best getting the information.”
Jani: I-I don’t know if I can do this…I am sorry, I really am- I don’t want to hurt you…
He would quickly take a hit off of his cigarette, before glancing at his watch…4:15 PM… some time left until Mikko would be busy driving.
Jani: I have good news and bad news…the good news are, Mikko probably won’t notice that I didn’t get him any information…the bad news…well, he’s gonna be driving all night from 8 PM on… Please…PLEASE, be careful, promise? He’s genuinely scary when he drives-
Chanty: “Oh, you should see ME driving… Its my turn in almost two hours. I will watch out, and… you like Alexandra very much, don’t you?”
Jani: She’s…she’s my best friend…why do you ask me that?
Chanty: “I noticed that idiot has a crush on her… Whenever he comes to close to her, call us for help.”
Mikko was thankfully distracted by a Phone call or such, so Jani had an easy exit out of the unpleasant situation there, without having to prove some acting skills…
When proceeding to Y.E.A.R, Chantal was happy to spot Alexandra, arriving at 4:15 PM. Both felt great about the encounter, hugging each other, having a smoke and exchanging the latest gossip from the teams. While Alexandra warned Chanty of Mikko, Chanty told Alexandra to tell her if Mikko comes too close and she is in the need of help. Even if Alexandra was one of the few people NOT underestimating Chanty and noticing she`s both focussed and courageous behind the insecure and not very intelligent first impression she makes, Alexandra still had a lot of doubt that she could really stand a chance against Mikko, both on and off the track.
At the driver swap, things were a bit more stressful.
Thomas: “Finally. Now, that was not too bad - your task was keeping the car alive and not being too slow to ruin all podium chances… and that´s what you managed. You are hereby dismissed with honors.”
Jan: “Thomas, we are not in the military, and we do not fight a war.”
Chanty: “We do - against Mikko.”
Thomas: “I heard some unpleasant things about him, so I get why you want a duel with him. But you have to promise me: Don´t mess with him, leave that for me. All of my time behind the wheel is shared with him, and I know how to handle these hot-heads.”
Chanty: “I am no longer a little girl, come on.”
Jan: “But don´t push it too far. That guy is crazy, and we better beat him off the track the smarter way.”
Meanwhile, Jan was refilling the tank, while Thomas let the engine cool down a bit and checked for oil and water, which needed a bit of refill for the next hours. The brakes also desperately needed these 15 minutes of cooldown, and Chanty looked towards the other teams.
Chanty; “Interceptors, Chitko, Hooligans, some teams also change drivers now…”
Jan: “Beware of Klackers. He won´t ram you on purpose but he doesn´t make prisoners if you are in his way. That guy is a good driver, but also isn´t right in his head.”
Thomas: “Nothing wrong with a little fighting spirit. Winners are winners because they WANT to win, so does Klackers. I guess midnight to 2 AM will be very challenging, when I am driving against Klackers, Angel, Mikko and Martin from Vet Inte… some really tough nuts to crack then. Oh, it´s time to resume racing now. Chantal, you are ready to sta… HEY!”
With spinning tires, the Globus took off… spectacular show, but not really effective. But now all others noticed that the Globus isn´t doing a coffee tour anymore.
Jan: “I am worried…”
Thomas: “Yes, especially for everyone else on the track now.”
Jan: “You know who is the real danger. I wished you would drive all the time when Mikko is out there.”
Thomas: “That guy does a 10 hour stint. I am already going way above my limit with the 8 that I agreed to do. I am not 30 anymore, I even doubt that I can really do these 8 hours, but I will try.”
Jan: “I really don´t want them to win… they are already third even with Akseli as driver, if Mikko comes in, they will be even faster.”
Thomas: “The Flint is so far ahead… and still in very good shape, while the Sedlak seems already quite damaged. I really don´t see them winning. But surprising how good these Maras are. I already lost in the Shitbox Rallye by far against the Interceptors in such a Kavaler, and now they are again much better than we are. Crap.”
The two male team members laid down in the camper, with one watching Chantys actions on track, and the other getting a bit of sleep. Especially Thomas wanted to relax as much as possible, as he wanted to be fit for his task - the age showed up lately more and more.
Jan: "OH NO, SHE WILL CRASH!
Thomas: “OOOOOOH…SHIT!”
But Chanty didn´t lose more than her right mirror when skidding into the Phoenix, and that car also sustained no damage except for a little paint wear.
Jan: “That… was close.”
Thomas, in the walkie-talkie: “EEEH! Don´t hand me over a wreck.”
Chanty: “Not my fault, they should have gone wider when I pass them if I am so many laps ahead already… anyway, no bad feelings here, looks like we´re both happy that it was nothing, and that mirror was already shit before the contact, so don´t complain.”
Jan: “Hm, she´s right, if we look at the Bricksley… You mind me going to YEAR now?”
Thomas: “No, but why?”
Jan: “Kanna has her birthday party… and I want to make sure a bit of cake is reserved for Chanty, they are worse eaters than her…”
Thomas: “Yeah, get lost, I will prepare myself for my turn then, doing some healthy excercises and such to avoid fatigue.”
Jan: “Damn, you take that really serious. Your are entering a car, not a coffin, don´t exaggerate.”
Thomas: “I SAID GET LOST!”
Jan walked to the YEAR site, arriving at 7:45 PM, and got a jump hug from Kanna.
Jan: “Uargh, thank god I am already used to that from Chanty…”
Angel: “Bad for your back, but good to hear that Chanty has these happy moments.”
Jan: “Not as many as Kanna I guess, but yes. Just because Chanty has depression and anxiety it does not mean that she is feeling shit all the time, that´s a prejudgement and bullshit.”
Kanna: “I even left her some cake.”
Angel: “What? We started sharing it a second ago, and that plate for Chanty is ALL THAT IS LEFT?”
Kanna: ._.
Jan: “Wow.”
Maria: “Great. Catherine will be REALLY pleased, as she is as much as a glutton as you, Kanna.”
Kanna: “SURPRISE SURPRISE!!! Of course we got another cake…”
Angel: “Which I will now take care of… so that it doesn´t have to face the fate of it`s sibling.”
Kanna: “You´re mean…”
Jan: “No, he is smart. Anyway, Kanna, I wish you all the best for your new year of life, and … I am hungry and thirsty from driving, so… LET´S GET THE PARTY STARTEEEEEED!”
The YEAR members looked a bit surprised at Jan, as he was usually more for himself and rarely socializing on own initiative, so they saw it as a compliment that he does that now, and gave him a coke and a piece of cake. With his walkie-talkie, he contacted Chanty.
Jan: “So, I am at Kannas birthday party, and guess what? We managed to secure quite a bit of cake for you!”
Chanty: “How that?”
Jan: “Kanna… made more cake, and passed one foward to Angel to hide it from her.”
Chanty: “Kanna… sharing …food?”
Jan: “She must really like you then, yes.”
Chanty: “Oh, I have a surprise, too. NOW LISTEN!”
With the horn, Chanty honked Happy Birthday, while the Qua pulled in for a driver change, and Maria, feeling visibly uncomfortable, was swapped in against Catherine. But also in the pits was the Sedlak, and Mikko Harjanne pulled his teammember out, tossing him on the ground. Whoever watched it now knew what to expect on track…
Thomas, wandering around the pits to get his body into movement, helped Akseli up.
Thomas: “This guy might be the best driver here, but he needs an urgent lesson anyway. I will be ready.”
Thomas said it in a way that unmistakeably made clear that the oldest driver in the competition shouldn´t be written off the list yet…
After enjoying a cigarette, Thomas looked at his watch and walked to Valentin, who sat in his truck, scrolling on his smartphone.
Thomas: “You are not watching the race?”
Windows closed and distracted by the phone, Valentin failed to notice Thomas approaching. He carefully opens the door a wee bit:
Valentin: “Come again?”
Thomas: “I am surprised that you do not seem to enjoy the event.”
Valentin: “Might enjoy it if participants would keep noise reduction equipment in place… It simply is louder than comfortable for me… By quite the margin…”
Thomas noticed the eyes of Valentin glowing like that of a cat.
Thomas: “Eh! I think there is not only something about your ears, but also your eyes.”
Valentin has to think for a moment before he realizes what Thomas is referring to thanks to the exterior mirror:
Valentin: “Highly experimental treatment went sideways… Things have changed since then…”
Thomas: “I See… and I think I better don´t ask further questions on that matter… So, you seem to be cold in that Car, you want to warm Up in our Trailer with a Coffee?”
Valentin: “Not fond of coffee, thank you.”
Other than being bundled up in many layers of clothing, Valentin did not show any other signs of being cold.
Thomas: “So… there is one thing I would like to ask. You seem, apart from… a “little” derailment at this years shitbox rallye… to be a calm person. So, how do you deal with people that are just real assholes? I can not stop being pissed at that peculiar asshole, and it´s clearly not good for my heart issues.”
He puts the phone down onto the dash, it displaying a random Wikipedia article.
Valentin: “Not sure how often you encounter the assholes, but not engaging with them seems to work for me. Granted, part of that might be linked to appearance as well, so your mileage may vary.”
Thomas: “Let´s say, the person is treating others like shit and I would like to give him a lesson for it, but on the other hand, other team´s members are none of my business.”
Valentin: “You could make an attempt at talking things out, though most people who treat others like that are beyond reasonable arguments… Or their problems in life are reason to believe that others cannot have a good one as well.”
Thomas: “Sounds like politely asking then what`s the problem in his life that causes this behaiviour would be the most logical thing, thanks Valentin. If you need something, let me know…”
Valentin: “Will do. Good luck.”
Car status: Ignoring the fact that it was a pile of junk to start with, it´s still fully intact, aside from some dented sheetmetal - but under the surface, the Globus is still fine and shows no signs of fatigue.
Team status:
Thomas: Preparing for his long shift, and very focussed to be competetive, but he has become calm with age. No crowbar driving style to expect anymore from him.
Chanty: Doing fine, as she is less exalted when her mind is busy from having a task to focus on, especially when it´s about driving. A bit overambituous for her experience level but overall fine.
Jan: Relieved to not have messed up. His driving duty is fulfilled, and as he is useless as mechanic, will propably take the advice to socialize more than before. As of now, unlimited availability for RP.
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PART 3 - 8 PM - MIDNIGHT
For some reason, the driver change in the Cutter seems to take time, we don’t know why but it seems like the drivers have some kind of argument going on. Almost having a crash with the Cago after leaving the pits after the driver change, Hank Richmond in the Flint is maybe a bit nervous, since this is the slowest we have seen the Flint drive this far. The Mara and Sedlak also gets out a bit late on the track, due to refuelling. Even with some body panels now removed, it seems like Cody Acorne in the Bricksley is trying to kill the remaining ones against the guardrail, this far with no luck yet. The team decides to do a quick checkup while filling up the tank, though.
The Cutter gets into a skid, followed by a rather nasty counter-skid, but Lionel Winters manages to save the day. Soon after that, the exact thing happens to the Ishii, but less luck there, it slides into the guardrail with a bang. Even if it seems to not be very damaged, the team decides to do a checkup when they are going in for refuelling anyway. The ARVA seems to have some problems with the grip at the moment, which may explain the unusually slow pace it is being driven at. The Cago goes in for refuelling. María Yukobaiyaroslavl in the Qua notices a bit late that the Cago is slowing down, leading to a close encounter. The sudden braking comes as a surprise to Jens Mai in the Mara that comes to an even closer encounter with the Qua, stopping just in time with smoke coming from the wheels. Being a bit hesitant to use the regular brake, Rémi Le Bec in the Brunelle pulls the handbrake,leading to the Brunelle spinning around a couple of rounds, but without hitting the Mara or Qua in front of him. Puente in Team Phirm Eggplant’s Mishuto tries to avoid the spinning Brunelle, but in the end has to pull the handbrake and spin out due to the hefty understeer of the Mishuto. Maybe a bit overly confident, Chantal Nilfert in the Globus decides to floor the accelerator to pass all the cars instead, and while waving at Maria while passing the Qua, she misses to see the Sedlak in front of her which she hits from behind at rather high speed. The Globus comes to a standstill but doesn’t look all that banged up. It is worse with the Sedlak that now looks more like an AMC Gremlin from the rear, but after some quick chatting on the radio, the Speed freaks decides to at least try to keep driving since it does not seem to show all that weird behaviour, strangely enough. The VerBanka has to brake hard to not embed itself into the trunk of the Globus, and in turn the Astral has to brake hard to not hit the VerBanka. For once, the careful driver is strangely enough Cody Acorne in the Bricksley, passing this scene slow and careful, shaking his head. There is some nudging of the guardrail by the Torrento when it is plowing into a corner and suddenly decides to swing out its tail.
The Cutter is drifting a bit wide through the turns at the moment. The WAZ runs completely out of fuel and has to coast into the pits. That also slows down the Phoenix, DAW and Qua, that does not have any possibility to pass it at the moment. The Sedlak trying to pass the Astral in a corner leads to some close encounter but without contact. The Torrento does a wild spinout.
After a little encounter with the Phoenix, the headlight of the Sedlak pops out. The lens and reflector seems to have made it, just not the brackets, and after adjusting the fender with a crowbar to make the headlight fit again, the team uses some creativity with duct tape and hose clamps to get the light back in place again, since it is becoming rather dark now. It seems like Jens Mai has to encounter the kind of unstable nature of the Mara at the moment, because keeping it on the track seems to keep him busy now. Another car that seems to encounter a lack of grip is the Mishuto, plowing heavily in the corners. Nothing like the Torrento, which is spewing clouds of gravel from its rear tyres at the moment.
The ARVA comes into a small skid that Hansen quickly corrects. The Sedlak comes into a skid that makes the tail slam into the guardrail, but despite the wheel taking a hit it is surprisingly enough still going rather well after the track. The driver of the Ishii is maybe getting a bit too confident and spins it around.
The ARVA comes back from a fuel stop, but sputters a bit when leaving the pits. The Mishuto understeers so much that Puente has to use the handbrake to save the situation. The Astral comes into a counterskid that is hard to straighten up, ending with a guardrail bang. The Phoenix bumps the Cago slightly. Richards Hammersbach brakes the Mara hard to not get involved in that incident. The Ishii hits the guardrail which sends the skull hood ornament flying, getting its horns entangled into the bars around where the windshield once was, meaning that it has to go make a pitstop to remove it, due to blocking the driver’s vision. The Qua has to swerve for some flying debris from the Ishii, sending it into a spin. That, in turn, slow downs the Bricksley coming behind it.
The Flint now goes in to fill up the tank. The VerBanka has been driving fast for a while but that also shows in some kind of erratic driving at the moment. A beast like the Globus of course needs some fuel, so it is going in for a refill. The Astral then slams into the Torrento, that also is coming out from a fuel stop, which for the small car more or less is like slamming into an immovable object, it is no longer tracking straight since the structure has suffered too much damage, and is out of the race. If there is any good news for the Torrento? Probably not, but at least it can continue driving. Trying to get the slow moving, all bent up Astral off the track slows down the Phoenix and Ishii coming up behind it.
The ARVA is skidding a bit wide through the corners at the moment. The Brunelle goes in for refuelling. Not any wiser by what happened a while ago, the Mishuto once again spins by Puente applying the handbrake in panic while understeering through a corner, almost hitting the Cutter. Speaking about the Mishuto, it also goes in to fill up the tank. The Torrento rapidly switches from under- to oversteering through a corner, but Protea in the Torrento manages to save the situation. The DAW once again tumbles around a little bit when the support wheels touch the track. That sends some dirt flying over the windshield of the WAZ, slowing it down just for a moment. The Qua has to swerve to avoid the tumbling DAW.
Halfway through the race, the standings are as follows:
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Team off the books - Flint - Lap # 793 @oldmanbuick (0)
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The Interceptors - Mara - Lap # 781 @AndiD (+1)
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The rot - Ishii - Lap # 776 @Chaedder (-1)
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Team PhirmEggPlant - Mishuto - Lap # 757 @PhirmEggplant (+2)
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The Rhinos - Globus - Lap #756 @Happyhungryhippo (+2)
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Seinäjoki speed freaks - Sedlak - Lap #749 @Nicxv (-1)
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Три Полоски Racing Team - WAZ - Lap #747 @0rangeghost (+1)
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Team Bowling - DAW - Lap #746@Djadania (+1)
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Team Vortex - Vortex - Lap # 743 @George (+2)
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Team Chitco - VerBanka - Lap #739 @MrdjaNikolen (0)
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A wing and a prayer - Astral - Lap # 736 (DNF) @Rambow (-7)
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Team Marian’s Dream - Phoenix - Lap #716 @Tailgate_sniffer (+1)
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Team Vet Inte - Cago - Lap #714 @06DPA (-1)
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Bugs in the Code - Torrento - Lap #692 @Fayeding_spray & @Leone(0)
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HeltR SkeltR & Marcel - Brunelle - Lap #688 @Dildoplocus (+1)
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The Highway Hooligans - Bricksley - Lap #687 @Madrias (+2)
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Team Left for dead - Cutter - Lap # 683 @stm316 (0)
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Team Trafikjournalen - ARVA - Lap #678 @Knugcab (-3)
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Y.E.A.R. - Qua - Lap #670 @Angelustyle (0)
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