Heehee, thank you <3 Well, here is the next chapter! I am actually going to try to finish this one, because it's just too much fun to write.
Jeremy: I was the first to arrive with my vehicle. I'd chosen the 1979 Mercedes-Benz SL 450. I got out of my car and waited - the other three were late, as expected. Eventually, though, the first of the idiots arrived at the test track.
The weather on the test track was not nearly as pleasant as it had been the previous day; it was raining slightly with a chilly breeze that tore across the large, flat area, sending chills down Jeremy's spine. He leaned against the slightly wet door of his Mercedes and crossed his arms, fighting off some of the chills that he felt. He wished the wind and the rain and the clouds would go away and be replaced by a warm, sunny day for once in their lives - a perfect day for some good driving. This weather was just the sign that a long, tiring, gruesome challenge lay ahead of them. This was going to be a long day. Jeremy wished that he could run off and hide in the woods that surrounded the track. There was also the option of running into the hangar that served as Top Gear's studio and crawl under one of the sofas on the stage and never come out for the rest of his life. Anything but a brutal challenge in the rain.
But he couldn't let the cameras that were rolling just behind him see this; this was still Top Gear, meaning no matter what he had to be Jeremy Clarkson, not some depressed, lazy teenager.
Jeremy was freed from all of these dark, negative thoughts when he heard the sound of an engine. He squinted a little bit as he spotted the same bright red 1970 Dodge Challenger that he'd seen on Richard Hammond's computer screen the night before. The car rolled across the Top Gear Test Track toward Jeremy, both car and driver beaming, even in the slightly harsh weather. The car happily rolled closer to Jeremy and eventually came to a halt next to Jeremy's Mercedes.
"Hello, Jeremy..." Richard smiled brightly, his attitude and his unusually white teeth both providing further irritation for Jeremy.
"Now, what did I tell you about this car?" Jeremy scoffed, and began to circle Richard's big muscle car like a shark. When he finished checking out the old Challenger he glared at Richard, his eyes shooting imaginary bullets into the smaller man's face. Richard was used to Jeremy's attitude, or at least acted like it on camera, so he was unaffected by Jeremy's burning stare. "Now look at it Richard, take a good... hard... look..." Jeremy motioned toward one of the rear view mirrors, "the paint is completely rusted and chipped off of that thing. It's the most pathetic car any of us has ever laid eyes upon, and you're simply refusing to admit it!"
"Okay, so maybe the driver's side mirror is missing a little bit of paint. So what? It's not like it effects the car at all, except maybe making it look a little bit less pretty," Richard crossed his arms, his brown eyes firing back at Jeremy, "at least, however, unlike your car, my vehicle has two rear view mirrors rather than just one." Richard made a dramatic hand gesture toward Jeremy's car, making sure that the camera got a good shot of the stub on the passenger-side door that had once been a mirror.
"Uh, well... I... there's no need for two mirrors, anyway! You see, Richard, this is all part of a plan of mine. I was shedding weight off of the car so in the event that we need to drag race them or something, I'll be more-" Jeremy was interrupted by the sound of yet another engine. The two men turned around and were greeted by the sight of a powerful looking, black 1979 Ford Thunderbird. The engine roared as the car closed in on them.
The Thunderbird carelessly rocketed past Jeremy's Mercedes, severing the remaining rear-view mirror in the process. Jeremy wailed as the mirror flew off of the car and skidded across the tarmac, landing right by the feet of one of the camera crew.
Jeremy: Needless to say, James had arrived.
"Ooooh," James stepped out of the car and checked out the damage done to the old Merc, "bad luck."
"Shut up, James, you bloody idiot..." Jeremy was beginning to grow enraged, "look what you've done to my Mercedes!"
"Could be worse." Richard chuckled to himself.
James: And as the last vehicle rolled in, I was just relieved that just for once I wasn't the last to arrive.
Jeremy: It was Rob.
Rob casually cruised across the large test track in his newly purchased Datsun 240Z, the engine purring contently as he pressed his foot on the gas pedal. He sped up a bit as he approached the other presenters, and then slammed on the brakes, coming to a skidding halt next to Richard's Challenger. Richard dove out of the way, narrowly avoiding being hit by the orange Datsun. Rob sat in the car and watched Richard as he got up from the cold, wet ground and stood up. Richard looked furious.
"For God's sake, man, be careful!" Richard shouted, the hair on the back of his neck prickling with rage. He wiped some of the water and a bit of dirt off of his leather jacket before examining the side of his Challenger for any damage. Luckily for Rob, his Datsun had narrowly avoided making any body contact with the Dodge.
Rob unbuckled his seat belt and opened the door of his car. He stepped out into the wet air and nodded at the other three Top Gear presenters. James looked amused, but Richard, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to take a swing at him. Rob ignored Richard and looked at Jeremy's face, savoring the absolute terror he saw in the older man's eyes, which were the size of the wheels of his Mercedes. Rob grinned.
"Rob... what... the hell..." Jeremy was shaking, "have you done?!"
"I've bought a car from the 70's, just as instructed," Rob closed his door and leaned against it, "and now I suppose you've finally realized you've made a poor decision?"
Jeremy, as Rob now realized, wasn't speechless from fear, after all. The older man burst out laughing as he looked at the brightly colored Datsun. Richard followed Jeremy's lead, but James just rolled his eyes. Rob felt his face begin to flush, and he was unable to react. Not wanting to look like an oversensitive idiot in front of the camera's, Rob bit back.
"W-well, Jeremy... if you don't mind me pointing out... you haven't exactly purchased a Bugatti Veyron yourself." Rob slowly walked over to Jeremy's Mercedes, melodramtically imitating the tall man's 'shark walk'. The car's sad, dark gray paint was rusting badly in several places, and the car itself just looked so miserable. Rob almost felt sorry for the poor little machine, "it was probably the happiest car in the world before you came along, Jeremy."
"No, it... it saw you coming toward it and then it started to panic." Jeremy shot, quickly walking over to Rob, towering over him. Rob tried not to let the man's height intimidate him.
"Hmm, let's check out the interior, I bet it's soooo much nicer than mine..." Rob reached for the door handle.
"Wait, wait--" Jeremy grabbed Rob's arm but it was too late. Rob yanked the door open, revealing a rather horrifying looking interior. The seats were shredded to bits and a strange, green 'goo' was smeared all over the dashboard. A rancid smell began to radiate from the back seat of the car; the smell was so strong the Rob almost passed out when he accidentally took in a breath of it.
"What in the name of..." Rob's face turned pale, "J-Jeremy... what the hell is wrong with you?! How did you not die while driving this thing?!"
