"Calm down, Kimberly. She hasn't met us yet. Ryan, you know how we roll." Ross added, chuckling as Ryan nodded, looking back at Regina. "Not often, but it happens. It's what hype does to you. Like what the roar of a Boxer does to me. Except...well, she's more vocal about it. What's this racer like then?" The Scot added, looking over to Kimberly then back at Ryan, already inside her Abarth, chuckling. "How you roll? You're motherfucking street racers, the terror of anything on four wheels....you'll be fine. She might be a success story, but I'd beat her, straight up. She's in the next race after, Heat 1, with us. She's scary when it comes to scraping with people, but too hot-headed. Rallycross might be about scrapes, but at the end of the day, you want your car with four wheels and most of it's pieces intact if you want to carry on racing." Ryan added, as he sipped a bit more of his drink down, Ross chuckling. -- Some Hours Later Stepping into the Ford, Ross took the Arai helmet off the passenger seat and slung it over his head, doing everything up as he then shut the door, key in. Hitting the ignition switch, the engine roared into life, the loud and high revving thrum of this beast reminding him what this thing did best. It was a 2.0, and while it wasn't a Cosworth, the K-Series, pinched from an old Rover, had a hell of a rev range, and a pretty remarkable power delivery. This thing threw out 250bhp, and it felt like a real rally machine, old school in the way it was. Shutting the door, Ross pulled out from the tent, driving slowly as he headed out of the general paddock area, through to the pit lane, slowly driving onto the track, to where the others were beginning to collect. It was five to 5, and this felt good. All words that needed to be said were said, Ryan and Regina were watching or getting ready, and now, Ross and Kimberly would be racing. He didn't know where she was, maybe behind, maybe in front, all he knew was, he didn't want to be late on grid. [url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/bf/Escort_Mk2_Rally.jpg]Rally[/url] Escorts (this one being blue) had flared arches, a mean look, one that pitched itself as giving hell to whatever it was up against. That and the fact that this was so nicely controllable, it felt like dancing when this thing was going round lots of bends. Pulling up, Ross was alongside the other cars on the grid, Ross pulling up right by Samantha's side, giving a nice stare, before looking ahead. Putting the car into neutral, he leaned back, looking out on the track ahead. Tarmac, then it went to gravel, back to tarmac for a while before a short gravel section, past a difficult concrete section- the start/finish being past a chicane that would require balls to go flat with. It was five laps, six cars, one joker, one winner, no takebacks. Nothing was on the line here, not even money, this was a muck-around. Just the way Ross loved it. Sitting up in the Recaro seat a little, he watched the last few cars pull up, including Kimberly. He was on the furthest left, the perfect place to go for the Joker straight away. Putting the car into first, he kept the handbrake held and the clutch deep in, the whole car feeling mechanical. It wasn't like his Subaru, polished carbon and polished metal. This was rough, dirty, hardcore. It felt like he was moving levers, like it was a machine that Brunel would have designed. It was Industrial Revolution shit in here, and Ross couldn't say anything more about it. That he loved. No radios, nothing. Silence. This was going to be pure. Looking over, he gave a glance to where he could see Kimberly, three cars forward, three back, and everyone aware that this was going to be good. The sound of the 70s and 80s felt alive, all cars on the grid. They knew how it was going to go down. The red lights came on, as Ross gave the car some revs, as did everyone else. -- The packing hall was getting less and less busy, people leaving after jumping throughout the day, the sun heading towards the west, slowly coming down, but not at sunset, not just yet. Yet inside the packing hall, Seb had woken up from a little sleep. Clambering up, he walked over to where his parachute and wingsuit had been placed, up against a wall of sorts, and he began to start going through kit checks. Looking over the rig, and the wingsuit itself, smirking without half a doubt in his mind. He took the two black canisters, and inspected them over...smoke trails were always a show stopper, and he knew that Ellie had something similar. The manifest was coming up to 5:00pm, and in particular, their lift. One Cessna, a full lift of skydivers that would jump out over this dropzone, then the plane would fly to Lydden Hill. Then, the magic would happen. The Austrian had done this plenty of times, far, far too many times. But the rush never faded, not when it was the ability to say you were going to go and fucking fly. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=85zcOduKiKU]Soundtrack[/url] Seb took the rig up onto his shoulders, putting his feet in and strapping up. He had a red and white design on his parachute rig, similar to the colors of the Austrian flag, and had matched it with a canopy of the same color scheme, a GoPro logo also on it too. He took his wingsuit, the black and blue affair he normally rolled with, feet first, then the zipper. Extending his legs and arms out, he looked down, checking himself. He picked up his helmet, a black full face, with a GoPro mount attached to the top, looking over it. Fixing a GoPro Hero 4 to the top, he took another off the table, fixing it to his chest, and a third, for good measure, on his left wrist, near his altimeter. An audible one was inside his helmet, an a digital one always did fine for making sure he was altitude aware, something critical when you still weren't flying, but were rather gliding down to earth. It felt good to kit up, and for something like this, even better. Looking across to Ellie, and the various other skydivers, some in training, some doing some formations, and then them two. Full out lunacy, and making an entrance. Good times. "Okay then...let's get a look." Seb took a look, watching Ellie kit up, knowing she would have checked him- they watched out for each other, and for a moment, thinking things over was worth while. After all, it didn't make sense to skimp this bit. This wasn't a stupid risk because they made sure that if anything that could go wrong didn't, going over what was going to happen. It wasn't needless, people Seb knew who had become cocky had gotten hurt when things went wrong. It was never equipment, it was always people. Almost always. Looking over for one last time, he took his helmet to hand and headed out to the flight line after giving her a thumbs up, the sound of the plane rolling in, taxiing on the grass, was a sight for sore eyes. Flicking his earplugs in, he gave a thumbs up to Ellie, chuckling a little as he saw the manifest get ticked off, the fellow jumpers all aware of the two that were following them up. When you had more than a thousand jumps, and hundreds of BASE jumps, you were a figure to be known, but nobody was on their knees. Seb always loved that element. They were all jumpers, all going into the windy, cold void to have an ecstasy of living that nobody understood. And that mutual respect always kept his ego in check. He had more to learn, even him, with so many jumps behind him, and it felt good. Seb led the way, clambering into the back of the Cessna and moving up to where the pilot was, sitting down by Ellie's side. The rest piled in, the cramped aircraft filled within the minute, and the side door shut, slid down. The plane taxied, along the bumpy grass runway, and came back around, turning. The hubub inside the aircraft was alive, chatting, talking, generally discussing what was going to happen. A few eyes came back to Ellie and Seb, but for the Austrian, he was in his own world. Putting his Oakleys in, he did the strap up, and then checked his helmet once again, putting it on his lap. Looking across to Ellie, he smirked, a trademark he almost had now, as he rose his voice over the noise of the loud aircraft engine. "Don't be tempted to follow them out, we're in for a half an hour flight yet!" Seb said, patting her on the shoulder, kissing her, a little caught up in the moment, aware that he was being such a tease today. He literally could not help himself, and Seb knew it too well.