Hey All! After reading a few Cars fics, I was inspired to create one of my own! This little tale takes place after the movie, Mater and The Ghostlight, and the Cars Videogame, which just so happened to occur in that specific order...

Anyway...

FULL SUMMARY: Farrah Dodge, A 2006 Dodge Viper, comes to Radiator Springs, Arizona, but not exactly for any specific reason. On her way to the qualifying race, she gets lost and breaks down somewhere in the desert. Just when she thought things would never begin to look up for her, one of the Radiator Springs residents finds her. She makes new friends, who do their best to help her fullfill her dream of being a professional Piston Cup racecar. She also learns that life, like the road, isn't always entirely smooth. There are a few bumps along the ride...

Chapter One

Farrah Dodge

It was a bright, sunny day in Los Angeles, California. A Ford Mustang with a paintjob similar to that of a French Pink rolled out of the Los Angeles International Speedway with a teal green Dodge Viper. The Viper looked absolutely tired.

"Agh...Racing school is tough..." She panted. "I am so sick of ramming into that wall. There's no way they're gonna let me into the Piston Cup if it keeps up!"

"Well, they won't let you in if you drop out, either, Farrah." The Mustang replied. "I don't even think it was wise of you to drop out of regular school."

"Don't start, Jessi."

"Your Mom's gonna find out sooner or later."

"Oh, that's right, we've gotta get these decals off." Farrah remembered.

"Oh Farrah..." Jessi sighed. "You're not even famous yet and you're already acting like a high-maintenece car."

"Pfft." Farrah hissed as the two drove to the nearest paint shop to have her clearly self-painted, blue number 23 painted over. While they waited, Farrah was glancing at herself in a mirror from all directions while Jessi was reading a random magazine.

"Farrah, what are you doing?" Jessi asked with a raised windshield, looking up from her magazine. Farrah turned to face her with a questioning face.

"Well...What do you think I'd look like in Cherry Red?"

"Don't be rediculous, it's too dark for you. I'd never get used to it."

"If she did, cars would probably mistake her for Lightning McQueen." One of the body artists cut in. "The resemblance is striking, are you related to him?"

"I wouldn't know, Clarissa." Farrah replied as she was taken into another room to be painted. "Do I really look like him?"

"Oh, absolutely." Clarissa assured, getting the airbrush ready. "So, How's racing school going?"

"Terrible. Doing these laps everyday are killing me." Farrah replied drowsily. The body artist began to paint over the number 23 on Farrah's sides and hood with the same teal green color she was originally painted in. After she was painted, Farrah and Jessi said goodbye to Clarissa and left the shop to go home. The two vehicles went their seperate ways to go home. When Farrah arrived at her house, she found her mother, Lauren Dodge, in the living room watching television. Farrah rolled slowly over and began to view the tv from over her mom's hood.

"Hi mom." Farrah greeted, making Lauren jump.

"Oh, Farrah, you scared me."

"What's on tv?"

"Gonna see who's trying out for the Piston Cup this year."

Farrah's eyes grew wide. She was going to be on TV. But she sure as Hell wasn't happy about it; if her mom found out about her racing, she wouldn't live to see dinnertime.

"Uh, mom...Don't you have to go to the store...?" Farrah said, making an attempt to get her mother away from the tv.

"No."

"But...I need gasprin!"

"Don't we have some already?"

"uh..No! Boost took all of it in an attempt to get high!"

"But we have--"

"No! Wingo stole the new one! Please go to the store! My hood feels like its going to crack open!!! AHHH!" Farrah cried out, doing a semi-good act.

"Oh, Farrah, can't you wait until the commercials?"

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!!! MY HOOD!!!"

"Oh alright alright." Lauren sighed in defeat. "I'll be back in a minute."

Farrah sighed a heavy sigh of relief as her mom left the house. She got down on her wheels and rested while she watched tv. Darrel Cartrip appeared on the screen as the commercials ended.

"Darrel Cartrip here with the info on this year's Piston Cup tryouts. Yes, we have some very talented drivers currentley training in the PC racing school heading for the big leagues this year!"

"That's right, Darrell. And talented they are!" Bot Cutlass's voice came in. "Some of these very racers are Larry Jones, Joe Robinson, Dale Dixon, Mike Ilosky, Harrison Smith--"

"AND for the very first time in Piston Cup history," Darrell interupted. "We have a FEMALE driver going for the experience of being a Piston Cup racecar this year!"

"But will she qualify? With the King retired and the Dinoco sponsorship turned away by McQueen--" Bob stated.

"Who's gonna take the honor of bearing the Dinoco sponsorship? That dude? This dude? That dude? Maybe even that dude with the funky bumper sticker!!! Oh, but how about THAT dude???" Darrell said as he pointed to the pictures on the monitor behind him, his overly-excited side grabbing control of his steering wheel.

"It could be any of 'em Darrell. But let's not forget the Los Angeles Native herself!"

"Oh, who could forget her? She's 16 years of age, the first female racer to try for the Piston Cup Series, the number 23 car, She's--"

"SAY MY NAME ALREADY!" Farrah shouted into the TV, her front bumper mere inches from the screen, just as her mother drove in.

"Farrah Dodge!" Cartrip and Cutlass announced in unison.

"Farrah!" Lauren gasped.

"Aw man.." Farrah sighed to herself. Her mother came over almost instantly and turned off the tv.

"Farrah Dodge! Didn't I tell you you couldn't race?"

"But mom, it's like Boost and his drugs! Once I tried racing, I just couldn't stop! It's what I want to do!"

"I knew it, your little street-racer friends talked you into this, didn't they?"

"No! I'm old enough to decide for myself, and this is my descision."

"I understand that."

"Then why can't I race then?"

"Farrah... I lost your father to the Piston Cup...I don't want to loose you to it too. Stay away from it."

"I'm going to that qualifying race, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it!" Farrah argued, driving angrily to the garage door.

"Don't you walk out that door!" Lauren warned, glaring towards her daughter. Farrah glared back, hitting the switch on the ground, thus opening the door.

"Goodbye Mom." She said plainly, leaving her mom there in the garage and driving away.

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OK, Please review! I put alot of work into this and am a huge fan of the cars movie, as well as NASCAR, so don't burn my spirits with flames. I have OC bios in my profile, so go ahead and check it out. If they aren't up yet, I may be working on them, so check back later if they aren't there. I have already started the second chapter, so expect an update before next week. Also, I would like to send a shout out to my friend Clarissa, who gave me the idea for Cartrip's "That guy" rant. Love ya, Crissy.