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Team: Clutch Droppers
Day 2: 2-4:30pm
After passing the gravesite of team FFC, Clutch Droppers was emboldened to win, but the constant misfiring was wearing on everyone’s nerves. A few hours later, as we approached Eureka, CA, the team could take no more, Ryan grabbed the wheel as a NAPA auto parts came into view off to the left of the car. He jerked the wheel sending out car over the curb slightly and turning us onto the road heading toward the NAPA. He did not relinquish his grip on the wheel until he had steered the car into the parking lot.
Bob: What the hell, you could have killed someone!
Ryan: I can’t take that noise and jerking anymore, we are going to fix the damn engine here and now.
Jason: Oh thank god, I was about to throw myself out of the car.
Bob: Fine, fine, Ryan, give me a hand with it. I think it’s either going to be a bad spark plug, made the air filter… could be the actual coil pack.
Bob and Ryan pop the hood and remove the engine cover. They begin taking the spark plugs out one-by-one and checking for burn marks signaling a bad plug. Jason whips his phone out and dials his girlfriend.
Jason: Hey babe, how’s it going?..
Jason: Yeah, I just got back from the interview this morning, I think it went well, they want me to check out another site on the other side of town later tonight. I don’t think I will be back tomorrow, probably at least another day…
Jason: Huh? No, I am not with Ryan or Bob… You can hear their voices??
Jason puts his hand to the microphone.
Jason: Shut the hell up, she can hear you.
Ryan and Bob give Jason an evil look.
Ryan: In a high pitched voice Oh baby, come on, just a little more!
Bob: Also high pitched You got more money? Our hour is almost up!
Jason: Glaring at Ryan and Bob, starts to walk away Sorry, there are some weird assholes in the hotel lobby, I’m heading up to my room… Yes, it’s a weird part of town…
After Jason disappears around the corner Bob and Ryan get back to work. It does not take long before they find the coil pack to be the culprit. Luckily on these 90’s cars it only took two bolts to remove. We actually even had a spare coil pack with us so the replacement took almost no time at all.
Jason comes back around the corner.
Jason: Is the car fixed?
Bob: Yeah, just a bad coil pack, I am going to go ahead and blame it on team fart cannon, as well as anything else that goes wrong from here on out.
Jason: Well get in the car, I am driving… We have a little stop to make.
Bob: Umm… Ok…
Jason hops in the driver’s seat for the first time during the trip and readjusts the seat and mirrors, messing up the perfect positions I had for everything. He fires up the car and as Ryan and I close our doors pulls back onto the road. He takes an immediate left turn… and then another.
Bob: Where are you going, this is the wrong way?
Jason: Just wait, I found something after I walked away.
Directly behind the NAPA store we pull into a small driveway that looped around a tiny shack in the middle of the lot. The building had a small sign, Bikini Brews.
Bob: What is this?
Jason: Oh, you know, a coffee shop…
Bob: You don’t drink coffee… and neither do I… why are we here?
As the car rolled up to the small shack’s window a bikini clad women appeared in it.
Women: Hello, welcome to Bikini Brews, what are you having today?
Bob: In my flirting voice Well hello to you too, I will take the largest coffee you have… black.
Ryan and Jason both stare at me.
Ryan: I will as well.
Jason: None for me, thanks.
Women: Sounds great, please pull around to the window on the other side!
Bob: Wow, did you see her?! This place is amazing, I love the West Coast!
Jason: Why did you order a coffee??
Bob: I had to look manly didn’t I?
Ryan and Jason both roll their eyes.
We pull up to the other window and are greeted by another women in a bikini, even more stunning than the first.
Bob: Well hello there, how are you doing today?
Women2: No bad, it’s a lovely day today. I hope I can get out to the beach after work.
Bob: Oh really, I love the beach… when do you get off?
Women2: Handing the drinks to Jason We close at 5:30pm, most of us go over to the beach right after work if you guys want to join us.
Jason revs the engine hard before releasing the brakes, spinning the tires and throwing up some tire smoke. The car is back on the road before Bob has time to curse out Jason for leaving while he was chatting up the lady. Ryan takes a picture as we turn away to torture me later with.
Bob: What the fuck man?? She was totally into me!
Jason: If I can’t check out the babes, no one can… plus, we have a race to win.
Ryan sits quietly, trying not to laugh at my suffering and drinking his coffee.
Ryan: Hey, do you want your coffee?
Bob: Give it here!
Bob grabs his coffee, rolls down the rear window and throws the full cup out.
Ryan: What the hell, that was perfectly good coffee!
Bob: I lost my appetite…
Jason: Looks like we need some gas before we get back out of town.
Jason pulls into a gas station near the edge of town to refuel. Bob and Ryan hop out and wander into the small convenience store at the station, grabbing a few light snacks and drinks for the next leg of the trip. Jason downs an entire can of mountain dew while waiting for the gas pump and takes stock on how many cans are left… not enough, never enough. As the car pulls back onto the road it’s finally Jason’s turn at the music selection. His bass heavy taste shows the weakness in the crappy old car speakers, throwing out tons of distortion.
Morale: +14 (Morale increased because we fixed the car and saw some bodacious babes)
Fatigue: +2 (Stopped for gas, fixed the car, and grabbed a snack)
