Cars

Chapter 1: Dinoco 400

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"Okay...here we go. Focus. Speed. I am speed."

"One winner, 42 losers. I eat losers for breakfast."

"Breakfast. Wait, maybe I should have had breakfast. A little breck-y could be good for me..."

"No, no, no, stay focused. Speed. I'm faster than fast, quicker than quick. I am lightning!"

A pounding sound could be heard in a metal door, and a muffled voice called out. "Hey, Lightning! You ready?"

"Oh, yeah. Lightning's ready!"

The back of a large red freight truck opened, and a shiny red car slowly drove down the ramp. It had lightning symbols, as well as the number 95 all over it, including some sponsorship stickers, the most obvious being the 'Rust-eze' logo on the hood of the car.

Once the car was out of the truck, several reporters and photographers were snapping pictures of the shiny race car. The driver side door opened and the driver climbed out. He was wearing a red race suit with yellow details as well as a red helmet, both of them bearing more logo stickers.

The driver removed his helmet to reveal a tall, handsome young man with short blonde hair, green eyes and a cocky grin.

He looked to the cameras and flashed a dazzling smile full of perfect white teeth. "Kachow!" He exclaimed, winking and posing for the cameras.

The driver, Lightning McQueen, was competing with 42 other racers to compete for the most desired trophy of their careers, the Piston Cup.

Thousands upon thousands of fans had piled into the giant arena to watch the race, many of them shouting and screaming for their favorite racer. They watched with anticipation and excitement watching Lightning weave through the other cars easily as if he was gliding along the track, the same smug smile gracing his face as he drove.

A few cars ahead, an older man with black hair and a thick broom mustache was driving a green car, that sported the number 86 and was covered with sponsor stickers, bumped into the end of another car, causing it to spin off the tracks, the driver cackling and showing no remorse.

The smile was quickly wiped off his face when a light blue car sporting the number 43 drove in front of him and wouldn't let him pass.

"Welcome to the Dinaco 400." One of the announcers introduced. "I'm Bob Cutlass, here with my good friend, Darrell Cartrip. We're midway through what may be an historic day for racing."

"Bob, my blood pressure's through the roof." Darrell agreed. "If this gets anymore exciting they're gonna have to carry me outta this booth!"

"Right you are, Darrell. Three cars are tied for the season points lead, heading into the final race of the season. And the winner of this race will win the season title and the Piston Cup."

The cameras zoomed into the light blue car, that had the number 43 on it. A picture of the driver appeared in a box in the top left showing an older man with salt and pepper hair, and a few wrinkles around his eyes.