Rental Wreckers
Previous Post - Stage 3 - “Everything’s Goin’ Up!”
“Wait, those are the guys who’ve been doing the whole updates for this race, right?” Cody asked, pointing at the back of the Nash Grand-Prize-Enabler in front of them. Jake nodded, then said, “Yep, that’s Aston’s Orc Krew. Looks like we’re going to pass them.”
“They said we were out in an earlier report. Sure, they corrected it, but can you show 'em just how in it we still are?” Cody asked, giving his trademark stupid grin. Jake grinned back, then yanked the stick into Sport, slid it over to the left, and promptly dropped a gear before belting the Travette’s turbocharged engine, the three-cylinder beast opening up with a muted, hissing roar, somewhat like the cross between a loud motorcycle and a turbocharged rattlesnake.
Instantly, the Travette responded, and as they passed, Jake honked the horn while Cody waved at Team AOK, the little rental scampering past the modified Nash.
Once they were suitably ahead, Jake popped it back into Drive and let the car figure out what gear it should be in for the rest of the journey, suitably pleased that they’d managed to pass someone.
(It’s all on you for your reaction to being passed by the shitbox, @Nicking_HC.)