The Porsche with the Pinstripe Tattoo
Chapter 6:
A few weeks had gone by. Sally now had permission to go 45 mph. She was so excited, she decided to take a drive, starting with the Wheel Well Motel. The Porsche took in the fresh air as she flew up the hill and passed the waterfall. As soon as she reached her destination, she stopped and peered over the cliff, taking in the view. Sally could see the town, Willie's Butte, and the I40 from there. The Porsche could look at it forever, if she wanted. It was so beautiful. She frowned as reality hit her. Sally only had two weeks left here. After that, the odds of her seeing this place again would be a million to one. That means she would also never see the townsfolk again, either. Unlike her friends from LA, the townsfolk actually understood her, cared for her, and they had a better work/life balance. They made her feel like she was one of them. Sally sighed. It was not fair. This was the happiest she had ever been, and now she was going to lose that. The Porsche gazed thoughtfully, getting an idea. She drove back down the hill and toward the café.
" You want to what," Flo squeaked, eyes widened.
" I want to move to Radiator Springs," Sally stated with a determined glare." That reminds me. Who do I talk to about buying the Cozy Cone?"
" The Cozy Cone," the Motorama raised a windshield. " That place hasn't been vacant in 30 years. Why on earth would you want to buy it?"
" Because this place needs a motel for guests to stay in," the Porsche replied. " And after that gets going, I'm going to buy the Wheel Well Motel."
" Sweetie, I appreciate your Go-Get-Em attitude, but nobody is going to come and stay here," Flo argued, smiling sadly. " In fact, the last customer we had was 25 years ago. You're better off going back home."
" But that's just it," Sally retorted as she slammed her front tires down " I don't want to go back to LA. I want to stay here."
Flo observed Sally for a moment, before sighing and closing her eyes.
" The town owns it," the green car finally caved. " You'll have to talk to Doc about it, though."
" Thanks, Flo," the Porsche chimed then sped off to the courthouse.
Doc and Sheriff were cleaning when Sally barged in, sliding across the floor. It had just been waxed.
" Whoa," she yelped as she slammed into the older cars.
Sally stopped, while Doc and Sheriff slid a few more feet.
" What the blue blazes was that about," Sheriff exclaimed.
" Sally, what on Earth were you," Doc snapped, but was interrupted.
" Doc, can I talk to you for a minute, please," Sally pleaded.
The two cars went into the court's office. There, the Porsche began pitching her idea. After she was done, she turned to Doc.
" No," Doc answered flatly then softened his voice. " Sally, you got your whole life ahead of you. A successful career. Do you really want to spend the best years of your life here?"
" Yes," Sally retorted sternly. " Yes, I do."
" Do you really," the Hornet challenged her. " Okay. What if you meet someone, decide you want to get married and start a family? It would be very difficult to do that here. Jobs are scarce, income is low, and the nearest schools are an hour away."
" Oh, I don't plan on getting married and starting a family, ever," the Porsche scoffed, rolling her eyes. " And the odds of me meeting a decent guy my age are pretty slim. If I do meet someone, it won't last long anyway."
" So, you're sure about this," Doc tilted his cab, raising a windshield.
Sally nodded. The Hornet sighed.
" I'll think about," he said after a period of silence.
" OH, THANK YOU," the Porsche beamed, hugging him. " THANK YOU! THANK YOU!"
She raced out of the building and stopped, eyeing the hollow shell of the Cozy Cone.