I thought I'd let you guys know that this takes place before the Cars movie. I hope you enjoy reading :)
Silence . . . That's all there is . . . I've always heard silence is golden; I know it's not though I know better than that. I've listened to the silence for over 50 years. I've sat alone in this room looking at a piece of paper hanging on a wall everyday since I came to this town. This town used to have many good times according to the town's folk. I came here after it was taken off all the maps. I've made friends, yet they still don't know the truth about me. I've feared for years that my past might one day resurface and find me here. Though it is highly unlikely, I've stayed away from all the big cities that may recognize me, though most have forgotten me. Thirty years in this town, in this room, and I've done nothing but reminisce on my racing career that went up in smoke, or more accurately dirt.
There's a knock on my door, and I drive over to see who it is. It's the sheriff, I open the door and he tells me to meet him at Flo's in an hour to talk. I agree and once again he's on his way, not even noticing the golden cup sitting just behind me. I close the door once more, and I go back over to that picture on the wall that seems to haunt my very existence. Closing my eyes and sighing, I realize I can hear nothing, just silence. That's all I ever hear where once I could hear the roaring of the crowds and the sound of V8 engines. Oh, how I miss the sounds on that dirt track, the one I took a crash landing on.
I look towards my golden cup, and I remember how it felt to win it, the feeling I had when the sponsor handed it to me. I felt like I was on top of the world, that I had done something great with my life. Now I realize, it's just an empty cup. It was nothing, it is nothing. It could never compare to a true friend, someone to stand by your side through thick and thin. I put my life into winning a cup, instead of making friends and making a life. Oh, what could I have had if I had only slowed down and taken a drive.
Silence . . . that is all I have now. I am a doctor in a town that doesn't know who I am or who I was. I take care of cars, who don't care who I used to be. I sit alone at night and during the day all because I didn't slow down and take a drive. Silence . . . Silence isn't golden, It's deafening.