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DISCLAIMER: Phoenix and anythin' ye don' reconzie belongs ta me... Everythin' else belongs ta th' Pixar Gods...
All that Phoenix StreamLiner ever wanted was to be a racecar like her father, but her impound record stops her dream in its tracks. And when she is takes a vacation in Radiator Springs, can she find the one thing that she has missed in her life…
That it's not what model you are, but what is under your hood that counts…
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It was had been a quiet day on the streets of Los Angeles, the normal sounds of horns and traffic assured everyone that today was going to be a normal, if not boring, day.
That opinion quickly changed as a black car tore through downtown L.A., a small military helicopter hot on the car's tail, machine guns blazing.
If anyone could guess where the car was going, it was hard to tell. Doubtless they would think the car had something very important and didn't want to share it with anyone. After all, listening to the bullets ricocheting off the car's body, not to mention the way the vehicle was driving, this was indeed a very likely possibility.
The car sped down the road, swerving in and out through the traffic. Somehow it managed to navigate between the other cars with only inches, sometimes less, to spare. The helicopter still kept up, firing rounds at the black car.
With a deft twist, the car slipped though a gap between two groups of terrified vehicles caught at an intersection, missing them by mere inches.
With a squeal of spinning tires the car rounded a corner at a speed that caused it to ride up on two wheels, balancing precariously before dropping back down smoothly to the asphalt.
Th car switched lanes and drove up the flow of traffic. Vehicles scattered left and right, as well as a few other directions, as the runaway car veered off, leaving a trail of traumatized cars behind it. The Helicopter stopped shooting and stopped suddenly as a skyscraper blocked its path of the fleeing car.
The car skidded about before returning to the correct side of the road, but only after clipping off the side mirrors of half a dozen cars. The car glanced back only to find that the helicopter had resumed its pursuit. The car sped up, heading towards the shopping district. As it crested a low hill, the car became airborne, and seemed to hang suspended for several seconds before crashing back onto the road with a spray of sparks. The helicopter swooped lower, bullets flying after the black car. The car weaveed, dodging in and out of the bullets.
Swerving across two lanes of traffic the black car was rapidly approaching a grand hotel that towered over the skyline. The helicopter saw this and rose back into the air, and disappeared behind the skyscrapers.
Without warning the black car twisted, careening wildly towards an empty parking spot just outside the hotel. Its tires left behind looping black tracks of burnt rubber as the car spun around in a full circle, not once, not twice, but three times. With a smooth jerk the car came to a rest, neatly parked between two other vehicles, with scarcely a foot of clearance on either side.
"AND CUT!"
Phoenix StreamLiner relaxed, breathing heavily through her ram-air, cooling her engine from the chase. She turned her cool blue eyes to the gray 1971 Mercury Cougar sitting behind the camera, reviewing the shots. "Was that what you wanted."
"StreamLiner, that was magnificent, that was so perfect." The Cougar pulled up to the young Pontiac. "I love the loops of brunt rubber, beautiful. Simply beautiful."
The 2002 Firebird Trans Am turned chuckled lightly. "It's just your standard box parking Maxwell, nothing much to it."
Maxwell chuckled. "Well I know I can't do it. You are the top of your game StreamLiner. One of the best stunters around."
She chuckled again. "Tell that to my engine, I think I nearly threw a timing belt that take."
The Cougar smiled and turned to his crew. "Okay people, lets get the close-ups of Striker and that's a wrap." He turned to the stunt car. "Go and get yourself cleaned up kid, and you go and enjoy that vacation of yours. You earned it."
"Thanks, sir." She turned and headed to the trailers that were in charge of props and bodywork. "Hey Tom." She shouted to a blue '82 Volvo 240 GLE.
The blue Volvo turned. "Hey StreamLiner. Getting into trouble today, kid."
"You wish Tom." She rolled onto the lift and sighed. "Let's get this over with, the vinyl is getting itchy."
"Well, if you would get repainted when we start a shoot you wouldn't have to wear it." Tom chuckled and started peeling the shiny black vinyl that covered her body from hood to bumper, revealing the chipped black paint and tarnished chrome underneath. The whitewall tires and chrome rims were traded for a set of old radials and simple aluminum rims. The spoiler and body kits were removed showing the familiar slight tail fin of a Firebird.
"You should have someone look at that front axle of yours kid. It's looking a bit ragged." Tom said as he lowered the lift. "You might need a new axle."
"Great just what I need." Phoenix groaned. "I'll put it on my list." She rolled off the lift. "Thanks, I'll have it checked out when I get back home. See ya." She wheeled around in a 360 and took off for her trailer…
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