I drove up to Jackson Storm, glaring directly at him. As a Dinoco-blue Chevrolet, I was quite noticeable especially with my tail fin that had a music player on it.
"That wasn't nice, Storm." I said softly.
"Just be lucky it wasn't your brother, Weathers." Storm replied, looking uninterested. "He was bound to lose eventually."
"Not by that! It was as if you purposefully made him crash." I protested.
"Look, Carol." Jackson sighed, turning to face me. "It's a race. One winner, 42 losers. What else is there to racing besides winning?"
"You have no idea." I returned quietly. "You have no gosh darn idea. Maybe hang out with the Dinocos and you'll know." I drove off quickly, ignoring his call of: "Carol!"
"You should retire." I heard Strip say to Cal.
"What? But why?" Cal protested. "I've been doing this for years."
"Cal, you saw what happened to Lightning. It happened to me too." Strip sighed.
"It could happen to you too." I added, frowning. "This new generation of racers are something else."
"Says the girl who's friends with most of them." Daniel Swervez said softly, driving past us. "You veterans don't stand a chance."
I growled and revved my engine, wanting to go after him. But Strip placed a wheel to stop me.
"it's not your fight, Carol." He warned.
I sighed and looked sadly at Cal before I drove off, heading home. But I decided against it. I drove to Radiator Springs, having an idea in mind.
My engine was one of the most recent and fastest. I got some half hearted hellos from the folk in the small town.
"Hiya, Miss Weathers." Mater came up to me. "If you're looking for Lightning, he's in Doc's old barn."
"Thanks, Mater. But I'm not looking for Mr. McQueen. Where's Ramone?" I asked.
"Right here, dude." Ramone smiled at me from his usual spot in Flo's cafe.
"Ramone, I need a paint job." I stated. "With the 42 number."
He spit out his drink. "You sure about this, dude?"
I nodded. "I'm sure. I want to get revenge for Lightning."
"Okay, anything for my favorite customer." Ramone led me to his body art shop. "I know just the design."
"Alright, you're the boss." I shrugged.
"And after that, come to Luigi's Casa Della Tires!" Luigi called after us, smiling. "Whitewalls for you."
"Thanks, Luigi." I called.
Ramone never ceased to amaze me. He painted blue Storm clouds above the wheels, neon blue lightning bolts by the windows. And the number 42 in bright neon purple.
"Wow." I saw my new design, smiling.
"Luigi's next." Ramone reminded me and I nodded, speeding towards there.
"Whitewalls! Even though you aren't a Ferrari." Luigi beamed. "Guido?"
"Pit stop." Guido agreed, smirking before he did it in record time.
"What do you think, better than a Ferrari?" I asked, loving my new look.
"Eh...no." Luigi frowned.
"Don't forgot the organic fuel, man." Fillmore said when I was out of the store.
"How could I?" I smiled, following him.
"What's all the commotion?" Jackson grumpily said as he pulled out of his trailer.
"Look at Weathers!" Daniel said excitedly, before he sped towards me.
I was grinning, showing off my whitewalls. "Hey, Storm." I greeted Jackson, smirking.
"Weathers, what are you doing here? You're not a racer." Jackson said. "You're a cheerleader."
"So your definition is a car who looks like a racer and can go very fast, yes?" I raised an 'eyebrow'.
Chase Racelott snorted. "I like this kid. Listen, don't pay attention to Storm. All he brings is bad luck."
"Thanks, Chase. Believe me, I know." I glared at Jackson who had the right to looked sheepish.
"What happened in high school was an accident, Carol. I can't believe you still have a grudge against me for that!"
"Let's not get personal, Storm." I heard the whistle for the starting line. "Oh!" I sped onto the track, parked next to Daniel.
"Good luck, Carol. You'll need it." I heard an familiar voice in my head and frowned. "Find a groove that works best for you."
"Thanks." I muttered. "Now I'm hearing things."
"Look at the pits." The voice said with amusement.
I did.
There was Cal, my big brother, as my crew chief.
"Cal! What are you doing here?" I said with amazement.
"Storm called me up before the race. Said you didn't have a crew chief." Cal shrugged. "Uncle and Aunt Weathers didn't approve. Said you won't race if you don't win."
"Storm...called you up?" I was shocked.
"Ask him after the race." Cal replied. "Go! Green flag is out!"
I shook myself and sped through the track and the cars.
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The New Generation of Racers - Carol Weathers
FanfictionCarol Weathers, the younger sister of Cal Weathers, was never into racing. She was more of a traveler and took things at her own pace. But then she met a rookie named Jackson Storm, and in her opinion, was a big jerk. Especially to her uncle's frien...
