Chapter 27 Porto Cosa
We had exited the underground and out we came to see the sea. It was gorgeous. Boats were sailing and more. "So this is Porto Corsa." I thought staring out the train's window.
I had set one of the monitors to the race channel of the World Grand prix. It was showing what Porta Corsa looked like. "You are looking live at beautiful Porta Corsa, Italy, on the Italian Riviera." Introduced Brent. "What a magnificent setting for the second race of the World Grand Prix!"
"Well, Brent, they call this place the 'Gem of the Riviera,' and it's easy to see why." That was David who spoke. "With its secluded beaches and opulent casinos, Porto Corsa truly is a playground for the wealthy."
"Silverwind, what are you doing?" Asked Sanderson; I look to him.
"I am watching the race that Lightning is in." I spoke.
"And everyone who's anyone is here today," David continued. "…from the ultra-rich and super-famous…" they showed different cars. One orange Lamborghini being followed by two black cars. "…to world leaders and important dignitaries." It showed a white car with an emperor in. It was strange to me.
"You aren't kiddin', David." That was Bob. "You can't do a three-point turn without bumping into some celebrity.
The cameras were then at the race track. "Welcome, everyone, to the second race of the World Grand Prix," began Brent.
"Here, take this." Kurt said handing me a small device with a screen. "Use this so you can watch that race. We need to get out any minute."
"Thank you." I said as I switched the device on. It was on the channel of the same race.
It was just showing the three announcers. Darrel Cartrip, Brent Mustangburger, and David Hobbscap. "…were the big news continues to be allinol." Brent continued. "Sir Miles Axlerod spoke to the press earlier today to answer questions about its safety."
It changed to Axlerod. "An independent panel of scientists has determined that allinol is completely safe, okay?" Axlerod spoke.
"Yeah, safe," I growled.
"What is it?" Kurt asked.
I looked to him. "Nothing. Just thinking." I replied.
"Safe. There it is." Axlerod got angry then drove away.
It went back to the announcers. "So the race will go on, folks." Brent spoke.
"but the question everyone is asking:" A board showed up. First place is Francesco Bernoulli with 10 points, second place is Lightning McQueen with 8 points, third place is Carla Veloso with 6 points, fourth place is Shu Todoroki with 5 points, and Nigel Gearsley with 4 points. "…will the real Lightning McQueen show up today?"
Back at the track. "He'd better. Talk about a home track advantage." Brent said. "Francesco Bernoulli grew up racing on this course."
"Signore e signori, in the pole position, Numero Uno, Francesco." That was another announcer. Everyone cheered for Francesco.
"Bellissima! Thank you for your support!" Francesco said then looks to McQueen. "And your big mistake, McQueen!"
"Insecondoposition, numero 95, Lightning-a McQueen-a!" the announcer spoke. Lightning did not look too happy.
"McQueen-a, is-a everything okay?" Luigi asked from the pit.
"If you're worried about your fuel, man, don't. It's perfectly safe." Fillmore reassured him.
"No, guys, I just really wish Mater and Silverwind were here." Lightning admitted.
"Francesco understands, McQueen." Francesco spoke moving next to Lightning.
"Oh, great, here it comes." Lightning spoke sarcastically. "What do you got, Francesco?"
"For famous race cars like Francesco and, well, you, to be far away from home is-a not easy." Francesco said.
"I think you forgot the insulting part of that insult." Lightning said.
"Is-a no insult." Francesco admitted then looked sad. "When-a Francesco is away from home, he misses his mama, just like-a you miss your tow truckmico."
"Gee, I maybe misjudged you, because that's exactly…" Lightning got interrupted.
"Of course, I am at home, and my mama is right here." Francesco pointed. "Mama!" His mother gave him a couple air kisses. "Don't worry, mama, McQueen is very sad. I will beat his cry-baby bottom today!"
"And there's the insult we were missing." Lightning sarcastically said.
The crowd cheered as the race was about to begin. The light had just turned green and they were off. It was a good start for everyone. "Darrell, the racers are setting in as they head to the Italian countryside." Brent said.
"Woo, Boy!" began Darrell. "This is going to be a great race."
