Jackson Storm was a guaranteed winner. He didn't even know why the other cars showed up to the race they should all just sit at home and watch him do his stuff. Another, win for him in the bag.
Lightning Mcqueen was obsolete. That is what he said. But not always how Jackson felt. In truth though he would only admit this to himself when he was and alone; he actually liked Lightning...
Jackson thought; ok, ok I mean he did win a lot and he was honestly pretty hard to hate. He was somewhat of an inspiration to him. Lightning was one of the greats. Not, that Jackson would never say anything to his face are anyone's for that matter. He had an image of being a bit distant and confident. He had to keep that. He couldn't fanboy or gush of Mcqueen. He was Jackson Storm the newer better car. That's right; and Cruz and Mcqueen were just dirt beneath his tires.
He didn't like Cruz. She was a trainer who robbed him of his win Mcqueen and her conspired against him. They were both annoying do gooders stupid cars who got in his way racing is about winning.
He was the next big thing, and they were just in his way.
