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...ok, maybe it's a little different. [ she'll start explaining this, that, and the other thing to him, all while trying to curb her excitement... WHICH ISN'T EASY! ]

[He's a pretty attentive student, actually; he listens closely, and mirrors her actions when she shows insteadd of tells.]

We have lots of open space here and our obstacles aren't, well, they're not really obstacles. [ she laughs, motioning for him to HAVE AT IT. ] I don't think we have to worry about wrecking this bad boy either, so Hurricane take the wheel!

Okay... uh. Here goes?

[He takes... the wheel???]

[ she beAMS. ]

[ and starts bouncing in her seat. ]

[Peeks down below him to see where the pedals are and hits the gas???]

[...too hard, maybe. The truck lurches forward like an over-eager puppy.]

[ she hits the back seat with a oof, but she immediately starts laughing. ]

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah!

Whoa - uh.

[Takes his foot off???]

[The truck falters back to a stop.]

Too much?

[ her laughter tapers. ]

Not at all.

I should have warned you that it's gone one hell of an engine, so you'll want to ease on the gas or else, well, you saw... and felt.

Give it another go! You were doing fine.

[Eases back into it this time, a little more careful.]

...like that?

Just like that, perfect!

Okay... okay, cool.

[Please hold while he practices turning - not engaging with the obstacles so much as figuring out how to go through them without hitting anything.]

[ she pokes her head out the window. ]

Wheeeeee~~~!

[ but then after a couple of seconds, and when her voice has grown a bit hoarse, she sits back in the truck and looks to him, ] So how's it feel, Hurricane?

There's way more weight to it than the bike. Turning's kinda weird.

You wanna give it a go?

Definitely. Like, riding a bike is just... it's almost like it's a part of you sometimes. [ she sways in her seat as she talks. ] Leaning into the turns and speeding down the road and hunkering down to lowering the wind resistance. It's just... it's so good.

Driving a car isn't like that at all. Cars are clunkier. This is kind of like driving the van. I should take you for a ride in one of my sportscars one day, and let you drive one of those. It's kind of like a mix between the two. I think you'll like it.

But, ah, sure! Sorry for the rambling. [ she'll take the wheel again. ]

[Scooting back over to make some space for her.]

No problem, dude. It's kinda nice to get pointers from a master.

You didn't do half bad. Did you want to take her out onto the open road? We're kind of cramped in here. Maybe it'd be easier if you stretched your fins a bit.

[ nudges him. ]

You sure?

You don't wanna try out some obstacles first?

I can take a spin of our obstacle course first.

[ she's going to bring her around to the front of the stadium. ]

And then we'll take her out onto the open road.

[ revving the engine she punches it, speeding through the coarse, and though the ramps are pretty tiny ( at least comparatively ) she does manage to get a little air off one of them. ]

Man, this is gonna be badass when we scale these things up some.

Edited 2020-01-05 03:43 (UTC)

For real. We should pick a day and go into one of our shops and start planning how we're going to, like, get this stuff build.

Hey, I'm in if you are.

Absolutely. We're going to make the perfect tank for this Megalodon.

You think we oughtta like hang bubble from the ceiling?

Like a giant dome thing?

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