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Chapter 3 – Crashing Into Town

As a car, Kyle felt the wind running against his body. It was a similar sensation to driving in an open topped convertible, the wind rushing through his hair and against his face. He checked his GPS. He had just passed the New Mexico/Arizona border. Radiator Springs coming!

A warning sound went off. Kyle checked his instruments and gauges.

Almost out of fuel? Jeez, been so busy driving didn't notice. But the problem is, any stops nearby? A familiar glowing sign could be seen in the distance.

"Yes, it's the Top Down Truckstop! Hello ladies!"

Turning his indicator on, he took the exit and hooked himself up to a petrol pump.

"Hey there Sir!" a convertible waitress came up to him. "Do you need anything else?" she asked.

"Nah. Just fuel."

"Okay. If you need anything, just shout and I'll be there." The yellow vehicle drove off.

Wait. That voice sounded familiar. He also noticed that that convertible was a certain Honda. And the plate! SPR415! Could it be…

"Val?" he wondered out loud.

The convertible stopped driving away and stood there for a few moments. Then she turned around.

"K…. Kyle?" Yep. It was her.

"Val! Is it really you?" he wondered as the vehicle drove up to him.

"I think so. You talked to an angel right?"

"Yep! Chose the third option. And look where we are!"

"Oh baby, I've missed you so much!" the two embraced each other.

"Me too! So, what have I missed?"

"Oh, nothing much. Except the fact that I've also gotten used to being a car! Took advantage of this form to work here! Lemme tell you, we convertibles are eyed all the time!"

"No kidding. I'm heading to Radiator Springs."

"Oh, that town?"

"Yeah. Planning to get there around the time of McQueen's party crashing."

"That actually sounds fun. Count me in! I've had enough of working here!" and with that, she threw off the tray on her window and the waitress hat and sped onto the Interstate. "Catch me if you can!" she shouted playfully. Kyle rolled his eyes. See if you can outrun my turbo power. With that, he gunned his engine for pursuit. "No you don't!" as a smirk emerged on his face.

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"I CAN GO FASTER THAN YOU!"

"No you can't, Val. You're forgetting about my turbo." The said turbo blew off and he shot past her.

"Not for long!" He deliberately let her catch up as they playfully pushed each other around on the freeway, much to the annoyance of other cars.

"Lane change!" Kyle said cheekily as he gently pushed Val to the other lane.

"Your turn!" Val said back as she pushed him back across the lanes.

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After playing around for quite a while, the two settled to cruising together, taking up two lanes.

"So any idea when we're gonna get to Radiator Springs?" Val asked.

"I honestly have no idea, Val." He replied. "We know it's somewhere in Arizona and next to the I40. It's not actually on the map… Wait, is that what I think it is?" The two looked up and saw an exit sign that said "Historic Route 66".

"Yes it is! There's our exit!" Val exclaimed.

"Well, let's go!" They both pulled into the exit lane and onto Route 66. The two turned right where McQueen did and shot off, the Historic Route 66 sign was left behind them.

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Sheriff was on guard, carefully watching the night for speeders or delinquent road hazards. Even though the Interstate had diverted the route's traffic, he still had dedication in his heart. He checked his internal clock. 2100 hours. Sighing, the elderly Mercury Club Coupe decided to switch off and sleep. Nothing was going on. Just as he fell asleep, the roars of two engines flew past his prone form, jolting him awake. Duty calls! He thought, activating his gumball light and speeding off. "No you don't!" he muttered.

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"Do you think we're going too fast?" Kyle asked Val. They were going at 100km/h on a desolate road.

"Not really. 100km/h isn't really that fast!" she answered back as the two carefully navigated the dark windy road. "Plus, this road is deserted! Remember how the Interstate diverted all the traffic?"

A police siren interrupted them. "Now look what you've done! Sheriff is on us!"

"Fudgecake! I forgot he was watching the road!"

"Now, we better pull over."

"Fine, fine." She said, and the two reluctantly slowed down.

"Just pretend we don't know anything."

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His siren had obviously gotten to them, as the two had slowed down and the Sheriff's headlight beams were now showing them clearly. A convertible and a coupe. Rather young looking, in fact. Better not be those punk kids.

"Officer, I can explain…" the convertible started.

"Nah Val, let me take it from here." The blue coupe replied.

"So, you two," Sheriff asked in a gruff voice. "What's your excuse for speeding on this darn road?"

"Officer, I think me and my girlfriend are lost. No idea where in the world we are."

"Well, you're on Route 66! The Mother Road!"

The two younger cars blinked.

"Oh, makes sense. You folks are young city folks." The two nodded their bonnets.

"In that case, I know a place where you can stay. It's called Radiator Springs. Would you like me to take you two there?"

"Thanks, Officer! Take us there."

The Sheriff led them down the road to Radiator Springs. The two young cars trailed behind and gave each other a knowing wink.

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Flo's V8 Café was doing what it usually did: idling there with the Radiator Springs citizens sitting around and chatting, sans Mater and Sally, who were obviously asleep.

"Every third blink is slower…" Fillmore muttered.

"The Sixties weren't good to you, were they?" his neighbour, WWII veteran, Sarge replied.

Everyone who was currently awake looked down the main road and saw three pairs of headlights approaching.

"Ooh! Customers!" Flo exclaimed.

Now illuminated by the streetlights, the townsfolk could now see them clearly. Sheriff was leading two young cars, a blue coupe and a yellow convertible.
"Folks, this young couple got themselves lost." He told the townsfolk as they gathered at Flo's. "These two are…"

"I'm Kyle." The blue coupe said. "And this is my girlfriend."

"I'm Valentina. Just call me Val." The convertible said. "It's so nice to meet you all."

"They're from the city and have no idea where they are." Sheriff explained. "I'd like to introduce you to the folks. This is Flo."

"I'm Flo, owner of Flo's V8 Café." The former showcar smiled as Ramone pulled over. "This is my husband, Ramone."

"Yo man. I'm Ramone. Need a touchup some time?"

"Oh well, I got to go back to my post." Sheriff said as he turned around and headed back.

"Sarge at your service."

"Filmore, man." The two neighbours introduced.

"I am Luigi." A certain yellow Fiat introduced. "I sell… tyres! Best whitewalls!" Guido then pulled up next to him.

"This is Guido. Knows little English."

With that, the blue Isetta attempted to say hello in English. He did but said it in with a heavy Italian accent.

"You are from the city?" Luigi asked. The two nodded. "Ooh! Know any Ferarris?"

"I wish so, but no." With that, the two Italians returned to their shop. For the next half an hour, the two chatted with those at Flo's.

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Bangs could be heard in the distance. Everyone looked down the road into the distance. Kyle and Val just looked at each other. He was coming!

"I have a bad feeling about this..." Kyle muttered, even though he knew what was coming.

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"That's not the Interstate!" McQueen exclaimed. Just then Sheriff backfired again. "Ah!"

He slammed straight into a row of traffic cones. "Ow ow ow ow ow ow!" Swerving away, he looked up to see a huge traffic cone looming over him. He screamed again as he served away, coming straight into barbed wire. "No no no no no! Ow!" the barbed wire was now stuck to him. He saw a large drive-thru sign ahead. Desperate, he turned into it.

"I'm not the only one seeing this, right?" Filmore asked, right as McQueen careened right through, knocking cans of oil flying.

"Incoming!" Sarge yelled.

"Whoa man."

"Ahhh!" Val squealed as she moved out of his way.

"Oi!" Kyle yelled as he too drove out of his way. The barbed wire punctured his tyre and it started deflating. "Dude! My tyre!"

"Hey man! You scratched my paint!" The Impala low rider shouted at him as he headed straight into Casa della Tyres.

McQueen screamed again as he crashed into Luigi and Guido's carefully stacked tyres, sending tyres flying everywhere.

"My tyres!"

Red gasped as McQueen headed straight towards Stanley... and his flowers! He reversed into his garage just as the red racer skidded around the statue, killing his flowers. He gasped in shock. His flowers! The barbed wire wrapped itself around Stanley as McQueen tried to free himself. The wire gave way as he breathed a sigh of relief. Then Stanley's statue landed right in front of him. He screamed and fled, pulling Stanley behind him, tearing up the small town's road, Stanley veering. The residents could only watch in horror.

As McQueen struggled to flee, Stanley veered to the left, ramping off a discarded trailer and clipping the power lines, stretching them to their limit. McQueen grunted as he inadvertently pulled the "catapult". It finally gave way, flinging Stanley away and entrapping #95, tangling him up in wire.

"Fly away Stanley, be free!" Filmore said as Stanley soared, finally landing back on his pedestal. Red finally came out of hiding, looking at the resulting chaos.

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"Boy," Sherrif puffed as he finally caught up to McQueen, who was dangling there. "You're in a heap of trouble." Lightning knew no more as he passed out.

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I'm back! Been busy with school stuff. I've made an extra effort to make this chapter longer. At last, the two are reunited! I know the reunion between them was a bit cringe, but I can't really describe that kind of stuff xD. Now they are in Radiator Springs, and the plot has been kicked into gear. Out!

-Jek