So, get this park management told me that i can't drive my eTK because it is too loud and i need a new exhaust and that i can't drive my Roamer because the body damage may cause "Harm to bystanders" leaving me with my bolide... But yet the old couple can drive a over 50 yo burnside that has n/a rear brakes and can barely stop leaving the grocery store
Map progress It's pretty big. Maybe 50+ miles of road but I haven't had the time to drive everything yet
"You find yourself in the barren desert of Utah, but you are not alone. Riding with you on this journey through the endless fields of sand and dust is a Bruckel Moonhawk V8. The Moonhawk's brilliant blue paint glistens in the hot sun as you drive through the dry desert air towards the horizon. you find yourself on a long fresh road, this striking black line of a road stretches on as far as the eye can see before you, cutting through the bleak desert like a well honed blade. The fresh, crisp, white lines of this road stretch flawlessly onward in front of you, with each passing line you are beckoned forward, drawn towards the unknown. The rumble of the engine seems to speak to you. It seems to urge you to catch the mirages dancing in the distance. You fly past a dusty white sign, it reads: 'Speed limit 75', but despite the recommendations of the law, you urge to unleash the beast, you urge to release all the pent up, angry power of the American muscle at your control. You take a quick glance away from the endless expanse of road to a dusty and torn highway map. The nearest town is miles and miles away. The nearest arm of the law is miles and miles away. You know that now is your one chance to feel true power. So with a swift and fluid movement of your foot, you break the restraints that keep the Moonhawk tame. You slam the accelerator all the way down onto the cracked and dusty vinyl floor. With a growl, and then a scream, the Moonhawk V8 roars into an angry fury. You are shoved back into your seat as 457 lb feet of torque are released into the road. You find yourself flying through the barren desert of Utah, the only sound you can hear is the throaty roar of the caged beast in the engine compartment. All that separates you from 316 angry and fuming horses is the firewall and the dash. The land around you has become a blur, there are no longer separate white dashes on the road, there is just one solid line, stretching on forever, silhouetted against the hot asphalt. The cabin is filled with the deep, reverberating growl of the engine, and the demonic whine of the supercharger. You peel your eyes from the landscape to glance at the cluster. You have no idea of your speed, because the speedometer only goes to 160. You only know that you are going fast. An old man finds himself in the barren desert of Utah. He is sitting on a dusty concrete bench outside a squat stone building as a slow, hot breeze blows across the thirsty, choked land. The hot, black road stretches on for miles to his right, and to his left. Through the stifling dry air, he hears a slight rumble on the horizon. A powerful rumble. A blue spec appears on the horizon, far away. The man thinks it is a mirage at first, just another rippling wave of heat in this barren land. Within minutes, the speck tears by the old man. Releasing a cloud of alkaline dust into the air, Traveling almost too fast for him to see what it is. Almost. But the old man knows a Bruckel Moonhawk when he sees one. The old man's tanned and wrinkled lips slowly form themselves into a slight grin. For that old man knows what it is like to go fast." Not my picture, and technically not in the right spot, but I didn't know where else to put this.
thats what i was going for... minus the tron livery which i suck at making... maybe i would but right now some bits needs to be polished (namely the dependencies on other bits... and some overwriting of stuff(materials.cs)) the wheels are in game just not the glowing tyres with lettering some bollard action to distract from the rice etk when ya ballard spawns in mid air...