##Team Twin-Snail
Linda looked at the race-provided GPS, not so much to see where they were, but where their opponents were at. “Looks like we’re good, Luke. We’re kinda far back, but with your recent development of aggressive driving, we’ll start catching some of them.” Linda said, raising her voice to get above the growl of the V6. “Though it looks like we’re going to pass a team really soon. Should be an old JHW truck of some description.”
“I got a surprise for 'em.” Scott said, giving a malicious grin as he finished the last of a big bag of Jolly Ranchers. As they passed @JohnWaldock and @Sillyducky’s team, Scott rolled down the window on the old Minerva Midnight, then let the bag of candy wrappers fly. It tumbled through the air, then hit the front end of the truck and exploded into a shower of candy wrappers.
“Nice fuckin’ shot!” Amy yelled, seeing the multi-colored burst of candy wrappers in the mirror. “Better than a sticker-bomb!”
Luke simply nodded, then said, “I want to pass that bloody Maesima. Pass us while I’m changing brakes, I’ll pass them.” With that, he gave the gas pedal a bit more of a shove and the engine responded in kind, giving an angry snarl and dragging the car up to speed again. The fuel light flashed once as what little gas was left in the tank sloshed backwards away from the fuel pump, and the engine gave a hiccup of hesitation as a result, mercifully sloshing the fuel back to the pump.
Amy looked at Luke, then said, “Gas station. Now. We won’t catch the Maesima if we run out of fuel.”
“I ain’t pushing the car this time, Luke. I had to burn my shoes when you made me push the barge out of the sand pit in the 'Runner.” Scott said.
“Fine. We’ll get gas. And you three, go get something as a snack, but be quick about it, because if you’re not back in the car when I’m done filling the tank, I’m leaving you behind.” Luke said.
They swerved wildly off the road into the gas station at Coos Bay, Oregon, the car being switched off at the pump and gas being pumped rather quickly as Linda, Amy, and Scott ran inside to get chips, soda, beef jerky, and another couple boxes of snacks.
With a full tank paid for and everyone back inside, they hit the highway, leaving a single stripe the whole way out of the gas station, halfway up the road where there was a bit of a skip in the line, and for about half a block further as they picked up speed.
Luke took note that they were still ahead of the old truck, and as a result, made sure not to let up on the gas. They had another target in mind, the old Maesima, which, if trends held out, would be passed by the next 2 hour segment, or maybe, at the worst, in the next 3 hours.
“Luke, looks like we’ll be within passing distance of Team Routed in… Maybe two hours, give or take about 15 minutes.” Linda said, confirming what Luke had thought.
“We’ll make sure they know we passed 'em.” Luke said, tapping the ashtray door. “There will be no way to ignore it.”
Aftermath:
Car: Running fine. Refueled.
Team: Restocked, resupplied, and ready for their next malicious mission.
-Scott is proud that his trash-bombing went so well.
-Luke believes they’ve set their new highest speed at 114 MPH in this leg.
-Linda is laughing like crazy because the image of the candy-wrapper explosion is stuck in her head.
-Amy is just wanting to make up time.
MRL +17 (+1) - One man’s trash is another man’s nightmare.
FTG +3 (+3) - Even the most comfortable chariot can bruise the bottom.
why not just ‘outer thigh’?
