Team Treadkillers - Prolog
Somewhere at the TreadKillers Garage in Essen
Inside the building two men are sitting in a couch corner. Normally both of them would be working with the rest of staff on other projects or planning the next build with a client. But not today, as it was a Sunday.
The both man fitted in urban styled clothing, proudly presenting the TreadKillers logos. Both typing away on their laptops, while german Rap is playing over the shop’s HIFI.
Sundays were their idea’s day, both just sitting around and bouncing around ideas for new content for the YouTube channel.
Thomas, founder of the garage looks up. He runs through his slightly greying beard and speaks up:
“How about…”, the other younger man perked up, looking past this branded cap right up Thomas.
“How about… no thats not it…”
“What was the idea Thomas?”
“I was thinking about doing something EV but like Hot-Rod… but that might be something for SEMA and not as a channel special… you got anything Fynn?”
The skinny man in his 30’s took a sip of his coffee.
“You know, i do actually… You remeber the Rally we did like… years and years ago?”
“You mean the “Once More” rally? Yeah what about it?”
“There is one going on in europe going on. The Voyage of Vehicular Waste. A tour across europe with 5000€ shitboxes”
Thomas shifted his glasses back into a more comfortable space.
“Alright. I can see that. So we only need a car too..”
“Already got something”
Fynn turns around his laptop, revealing a car ad:
1980 Popas Cheechi - ‘Get this junk of my lawn’-special
“That looks like it was dragged from a junkyard”, Thomas commented
“Exactly, its perfect. Back then this was the car only the goverment and people who were liked by said goverment were allowed to drive. Only the best got that sweet sweet 3.6L V8 from peak russian steel.”
“Alright… looking at it we need to throw it on a trailer. How much?”
“The seller writes 1000€, but i lowballed him with 250€. He would never but you never know… oh look he answered…”
Fynn slurred his word.
“Did he tell you to fuck off?” Chuckeld Thomas.
“If we get there today… we can have it. We have to be in Berne in… 3h”
“WELL THEN”, the founder exclaimed while getting up, “Guess we have to go somewhere, get the equipment, i get the flatbed ready.”
---- A short 4h roadtrip later ----
“Well”, Fynn said why looking over the car. “Its worse that the pictures”
“And we have only a few weeks to get this into ‘a’ state of driving”
Fynn opened the boot and picked out some old ductape the previous owner forgot in there.
“We will do it like last time, Big Boost, Rust weight reduction”
Many sleepless nights later:
The car
The Korsika Kruiser
What couldnt be fixed got cut and replaced with old scrap steel.
Getting a new windscreen was to hard, so off with a third of the roof!
Getting new bumpers would take to long, so lets just do our own!
Refreshing the engine would take a lot of ressources, so we supercharged it to get back on power!
