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    Now please hand over your handphones and mobile devices. As you know, there will be no contact with the outside world until the race is over. No internet, emailing, texting and definitely no phone calls. Any attempt to contact anyone outside this production team will be construed as cheating and you will be eliminated.”
    We removed our phones and tablets from our pockets and bags, reluctantly handing them over to Kip, Sheldon’s assistant, who was carrying a large metal box which was padlocked for safekeeping.
    “We’ve already filmed the start of the race back at the dealership so we’ll do away with the obligatory sound off. Please, Kip, hand each team their first clue and let’s get going.”
    Sheldon motioned to Kip who pulled out a stack of six cardboard envelopes from a bag beside his leg. He handed one envelope to each team.
    “Okay, this is a simple scene,” Sheldon continued taking a deep breath. “All you need to do is have one team member open the envelope and hand the clue to his or her partner. The team member holding the envelope will then hold it up like so,” he held the envelope against his chest with the red logo of CARS prominently displayed outward for the camera, “your partner will then read the clue slowly and clearly. Remember slowly and clearly. Then you will dash to your cars and drive off as fast as you can in the direction you think you need to be heading to complete the event specified on the card.” He smiled enigmatically, “Don’t forget to take your cameraman and don’t look into the camera, ever! Good Luck and Go!”
    Our cameraman separated from the group and came sidling toward us, his camera already rolling, recording our actions. In a flash of fame-driven excitement, I grabbed our envelope and tore it open, handing the clue to Jamie and holding the envelope with its logo just below my tastefully exposed cleavage.
    Jamie began shouting out the clue erratically and almost incoherently, “Make your way to Lot 687, Jalan Kota Masai, Johor Bahru to the first Cera event. The order of arrival determines your starting position in the pit stop competition. Time is of the essence.”
    We’d been anticipating this moment for weeks.
    We knew that in order to get premium camera time in the first few shows, we’d need to be daring and a bit sexy. So, just as planned, Jamie and I looked at each other with big doe eyes and hugged each other tight. The other teams were already in their cars, but we wanted to make the most of this opening scene. “Are you ready,” I whispered loud enough for the boom microphone sticking out of the HD camcorder to overhear. “Yes, let’s kick some butt!” Jamie yelled, slapping my behind as she turned and ran toward our car.
    We slammed the doors and the cameraman climbed into the backseat, momentarily setting the camera on pause.
    I asked him his name as he buckled in. He looked at me, then after glancing back at Sheldon and the crew to see if anyone was paying attention, smiled and said, “Felix.” By the excited grin on his face, I could tell he was thrilled at the thought of spending the week filming two photogenic beauties.
    Jamie and I had agreed when we were cast in the racing show that I was going to be navigator for the first part of the journey. I had a map of Johor in my hands but with the tangled maze of roads in the city, most of them named Jalan something or other, and the lack of an index made it next to impossible to find the right street. “Take J1 north until we hit an exit towards the center of Johor. I don’t have any idea where Jalan Kota Masai is, but I’m sure we can find a taxi driver closer to downtown and we’ll ask him for directions.”
    Jamie did her best to pull out of the parking lot with dramatic flair for the stationary cameras positioned on each corner of the exit, filming the rally cars as they drove away.
    Jamie was a ruthlessly fast and aggressive driver, a real surprise to the rest of the