Ross chuckled, looking over at Kimberly, her charming nature never letting up today, it seemed. "Creamsicle, you say. I'd still take it any day, that thing is serious vintage. Italian, but it's got rally cred." Ross added, looking over the cream coloured Fiat, with a couple of RSD decals slapped on, looking mean- the inside had been gutted, but it had been race-ified, as had all the rest of the cars. Looking across, and at the keys he held in his hand for the BMW, he wondered. It was a good looking car, the blue E30 looking seriously mean. Under the hood, maybe 280bhp, if not more. It was a special car, built not only to do rally, but for touring and general hoonage. Yet looking at the keys again, then back at the car, Ross had to only think to himself. It wouldn't be right. It was too good to be true, and somehow, he didn't like the idea of taking it. Maybe he was an idiot, because at that moment, he made his choice. "Tell you what though. I don't want the Beemer. Shit, I can't believe I'm saying this. Thanks, but I think I'm going with that Escort." He added, as he threw the key back onto the table right next to the BMW, walking up to the Ford, the blue and black painted rally classic sitting there, perhaps something that had beyond caught the eye of Ross. "I had a go in something not too different from this in Perthshire, it's revvy and it's not difficult to control on dirt, it's a joy. That BMW might be fast on tarmac, but it's a handful off it- and not in a fun way. Doesn't like sudden acceleration, it's too tail happy. I might be a BMW person, but this is too good to pass up." Ross added, as he looked under the bonnet of the Mk2 Escort, before making his way around to the front. Carbon-Fiber coated dash, most of it was also gutted and filled with a rollcage, and apart from the K-Series engine under the bonnet, the Rover engine being usually thrown into Mk2s like this to boost the power output, as well as offer a higher rev range. That, or a Millington engine usually went in- the modern equivalent able to roar to 11,000 comfortably, Ross remembering well that both this and the 131 Abarth both screamed well when they were at higher revs. Looking over for one last time, looking under and at the general rear of the car, he nodded, before looking back at Kimberly. "Come on then, bae. Let's get ourselves signed up." Looking around, he headed back to the office, just through on the other side, and saw the receptionist, Beatrice, waiting. She was maybe a 40-something, definitely a woman that seemed to be weathered to an atmosphere like this- a local of sorts. "Hi, we're here for the Rallycross Classics?" Ross asked, as he looked over to Kimberly, then back at Beatrice, who gave a simple nod before she replied. Beatrice had a fairly neutral look, but the general glowing demenour of anyone having to work admin in a place like this. "Hello...yep, Ross Hartley and Kimberly Hartley? Ryan mentioned you both, you're entered into that event." Ross looked over to Kimberly, before then back. "It's Hartley-Rossi, but that's the one. We're taking the Escort and 131, if that's alright." He replied, a little awkward in the way he had to correct that, but he carried on, none the less. "Okay...that should be fine. So, if I could have you sign this paperwork..." ---- Some paperwork later, and Ross, Kimberly, Regina and Ryan were all in the paddock by Regina and Ryan's Fiestas, the noise of other cars blaring outside, the warm summer day still taking a hold of this part of Kent, as Ryan sipped down a little more Monster, listening to Ross. "So anyway, we get to this warehouse, like it's a fucking old-school 90s warehouse rave but with cars, everything from riced 106s to hypercars, you should have seen it. They then start running a race, plus there's this girl that was rolling in a RWB Porsche 911 that comes along, I shit you not. No idea how much she tuned that straight six but she was rolling with me and Kimberly all the way through this stuff, like I mentioned earlier." "Seriously? RWB got a branch over here? I heard the work they did on 911s is insane, the panel work is so precise, it's crazy." Ryan replied, looking over "Well, it's one of a kind work, I haven't seen anything like it on a 911. I like mine untouched, do it like Magnus Walker if you're going to make a 911 look cool." Ross added, as he took a can of Monster off the table, a little warmer as it wasn't straight from the fridge, but still worth a swig anyway. "Damn, at this rate, you're going to be sponsored by Monster, you've got a cooler and everything." Ross laughed, as Ryan shrugged, looking at Regina. "Well, she's not a fan, what can I say. Different crowd, but at least she doesn't drink Rockstar. That shit melts my mouth." Ryan gave a simple nod back, as he put his own can down, looking over at the car once again, then back to Ross and Kimberly. "I can't believe nobody took that Renault, or that BMW for that matter." "I don't do French cars, Ryan..." "But it's a mid-engined 80s beast!" "Still French. And anyway, I saw that Escort and couldn't take my eyes off it. Nothing like a fast Ford." "You got me on that one, they are sweet as anything. They'll be faster off the line than your Scoobie, or Skyline for that matter, Kimberly. Top end isn't as good though." Ryan added, looking over as the two engineers headed off, doing some diagnostics on a couple of laptops on the other side of the makeshift tent garage, going over any last data sets before they got a practice run in. ----- Seb looked over, pulling out a beanie from his trouser pocket, slinging the light blue beanie over his shaved head, before putting the phone down. "I don't want to scream at a camera for a living, I like the wind to do that for me..." He added, chuckling, as he sat up again, shaking his head at her pun. "Just don't, Ellie. It's so bad." He added, kissing her on the forehead as he clambered up, heading to the door, going to take a look at the scene outside. It was still glorious, and the weather didn't look like it was going to change any time soon. The sight of parachutes, or canopies above could be seen, a load that had been sent up it seemed. Walking onto a patch of grass, he sat down and looked up, taking a good long look, as he took a photo on his phone, before then looking over to Ellie. Sitting back up, he notioned for her to sit down by him, as he got the phone's camera up, flicking the view. He took a selfie of himself and Ellie, a distinct smirk on his face as he looked over. "What? I thought we might as well." He added, kissing her on the cheek, smiling at her with a distinct beam.