The Escort's engine roared, brayed, barked at the response of the throttle that Ross gave it, the car sideways at Devil's Elbow, and bits of grit and dust sprayed from the rear wheels of the Mk2, the K Series engine heading to it's redline of 11,000 RPM, the engine alight in this very moment. He was closing on Samantha and Kimberly, and he knew he was coming closer and closer, the sight of the open hairpin that was the North Bend coming into view. With a tight bit of clutch kick, the car was sideways, the front wheels barely clipping the kerb, and the Escort skidding round neatly, Ross back on throttle as the car lurched back forward, and he found himself closing in.

The tight dirt/concrete section just before Paddock Bend happened, and Ross took an exceptionally tight line, not going as wide as the other two, skidding onto the dirt behind Samantha, and it was tight. She tried to block, as they headed for the last chicane, and in that moment, Ross made a terrible, terrible decision. It wasn't revenge, it was meant to be a nudge. It was meant to be...well, not this.

The final chicane went from a dirt surface back onto the race track, and it was exceptionally tight, with high kerbs making it a necessity to not fuck it up. In this instance, Ross's attempt to take Samantha on the outside had ended up coming tighter than expected, with Samantha not even giving an inch of room, and this resulting in both of the pair colliding. The kerb had only done the damage worse, and before Ross knew it, the car was rolling, over the finish line of all things. It was confusing, as the glass smashed, Ross holding his hands to his chest as he had been taught to do, the noise of skidding and smashed bodywork everywhere, as he heard the car finally roll onto it's roof. The noise of steam could be heard, from a broken radiator, and the engine cut out had stopped the engine roaring anymore, as Ross coughed. Well...this was what a racing accident looked like.

He heard the noise of swearing, as he looked out at Sam's car, 180 degrees from the finish line, and unlike his, not across. She'd span out, but her Galant was hit hard, not as bad as this Escort, however. Looking at the door, a couple of Safety Marshalls ran over, looking inside.
"Help?" Ross naively said, as they shook their heads, chuckling, though semi-serious at the same time when they opened the door, Ross undid his six point harness, and practically fell out of the seat onto the roof, now on the muddy floor, as he crawled out of the side window, kicking a little glass as he looked back. Oh...shit. It was not good at all. The car had been a little damaged prior, but the front end was heavily done in, and the wheels looked out of alignment, which could have meant a snapped axle, and likely to follow a set of broke suspension. Looking over, he could see Kimberly on her victory lap, and while it seemed that he had finished second, he could almost tell that Samantha was not going to be happy. It wasn't intentional it was just...an aggressive move that had almost worked, and technically, it had if he was across the line, skidding across the tar, and Sam wasn't...though she had finished fourth now, after the car had been fired up again. Ross slid his helmet off, wiping the dust off his racing suit, before looking back at the safety marshall.
"Are you alright?"
"I don't think I'm concussed, or hurt in any way...but I think if she comes over here, I might be. Shit, is there paperwork involved?" Ross asked, as the hat-wearing marshall shook his head.
"With things like this, yes, yes there are." 

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The feeling of knowing that they were coming in was a feeling that didn't entirely get old...even skydiving still had it's merits, especially for little intros like this. As Ellie opened up the door, Seb stood up once more, visor down, the cold wind braying and feeling like it took air from their lungs, as Seb moved in, looking out. Setting off his smoke canister on his leg, it barely trickled at first, the slow release designed not to dump it inside the aircraft, as he did it on Ellie's leg, quickly getting hers running, the orange smoke beginning to start pouring a litle. Moving up onto the rear step of the door, he saw Ellie come into the door, giving a "Go ahead" look..it was noisy, it was just pure awesome. The sunset was approaching on the horizon, and a slight mist below, through a tiny patch of high cloud, as Seb nodded back at Ellie. He wanted to keep her in focus, but she was right, he was going to go first, for that to happen. It barely took a moment for the two to leave, but when it happened, the feeling of catching air was an incredible one, the sight of it all just incredible.

Pushing off the outside step, he waited a second before opening his legs and arms up, watching Ellie follow straight out, Seb's head high and right up at her white and golden wingsuit, shining in the high altitude sky, his own black and blue a different colour, but still sticking out. It seemed just incredible, the gold smoke pouring against the darkening blue sky above, as they began to no longer fall, but catch the air, and take flight. Seb gave off a single whoop, as he followed on Ellie's route, having to hold his glide harder than she did, keeping her in the frame as he flew on her proximity, just out of the way of the burble of air her wingsuit was going to cause. Her blonde hair even poured from the back of her helmet, and the distinctive half Scots Cross and half Canadian Maple Leaf that sat on her legwing couldn't stop reminding himself, this was nobody but Elizabeth Dorian, flygirl extraordinare, and his GF. Oh, and he was following her through this, offset to her blazing gold smoke trail, the blackbird and dove in flight, as they began to stop dropping and their legs and arms, with the material between catching air.

It was moments like this after the shit that everyone went through, that kept Seb going, as he tightened up behind Ellie, a distinctive grin on his face as he dived down, knowing she was holding a fairly constant pattern, as he took an aggressive dive, pitching himself downward to pick up speed, but lose a little height, as he flipped onto his back, turning in the process as he slid underneath her for just a moment, flying at the same ratio that she was on his back, before flipping back over and flying over her right flank, like one massive barrel roll. The sight of the racetrack was still tiny, as Seb began to adjust his pattern, flying a little to the left, knowing that Ellie would soon come into shot, trying to keep as much lift as he could right now, rather than sinking too hard. With these wingsuits, it really was falling with style- it was a glide that could be sustained for an awful long time, and that in itself was what made the experience so special, it meant that jumps like these could last three minutes, not one...which was always a remarkable prospect. Holding on her back, once again outside the burble, he knew that whoever was on the ground would get this sight in a moment, and they would be the centre of attention.