Chapter Two

Later that evening, the four young street racers were released from community service. Sheriff, with the help of rusty tow truck Mater, unhitched them from the paving machine.

"Man, we're filthy," Boost moaned, checking himself with his side view mirrors.

"Yo, sheriff, can we get a wash?" DJ asked.

"I reckon Red can hose you boys down," Sheriff replied. "Come with me."

He led the delinquents to the fire station, where Red, the fire engine, hosed each one off with his high pressure nozzle. The water made Snot Rod sneeze.

"Oh, man, that's better, yo," Wingo sighed, relieved to be clean once again.

"Thanks," Boost said, gratefully.

"Boys, you better stay outta trouble," Sheriff cautioned and drove away. Red nodded and went back into the fire station.

"OK, guys," Boost announced. "We better bounce. This place is weird!"

"Wait!" Snot Rod said as he looked around. "I wanna find that hot little Firebird we met today." He drove off to search for Drewster.

"Ahahahaha!" Wingo laughed and nudged DJ. "Snot's in loooove!"

"Yeah," DJ chuckled. Boost just rolled his eyes and sighed.

Meanwhile, at Flo's, Drewster sipped on a can of oil, and chatted with Ramone, a flashy lowrider and Flo's husband. He had taken an interest in Drewster's paint job and modifications.

"Sweet paint job, man," Ramone remarked. "Some pinstriping would look awesome with that, though."

Drewster thought for a second. "You're right. Maybe on my spoiler or around my fenders. Thanks," she said.

Snot Rod, who had spotted Drewster, slowly pulled into Flo's. He got some odd glances from the other patrons as he cautiously approached Drewster and Ramone.

"Well, well," scoffed Ramone. "One of those punk kids."

"Oh, he's okay, Mr. Ramone," Drewster said.

"Okay, man. Let me know if you want the work done," Ramone said as he drove away, leaving Drewster and SnotRod alone.

"Um, hi," Snot Rod grinned sheepishly. "My name is Snot Rod."

"Hi!" Drewster giggled. "That's a funny name. I'm Drewster."

Snot Rod looked at the ground and nervously scuffled his front tire on the pavement. "It's 'cause I sneeze a lot." He paused and tried to muster up courage. "Wanna go drag?"

"You're kinda shy away from the others, aren't you?" Drewster asked, grinning. Snot Rod averted his eyes, embarrassed. His friends had followed him and were parked across the street from Flo's.

"HOOYAH!" Wingo called. "Go, Snotty!"

"Score! Score! Score!" Boost and DJ chanted in unison. Snot Rod blushed at the taunts.

"Shaddup, guys!" he yelled back at them. They responded with laughter.

"Your cheering squad?" Drewster asked, trying not to laugh at the embarrassed 'Cuda.

"Let's get outta here," Snot Rod said and he and Drewster drove away.

Wingo's eyes widened. "Let's follow 'em," he suggested.

"Man, you are SUCH a voyeur!" Boost snorted and rolled his eyes.

DJ agreed. "No way. Let's leave Snot Rod alone."

Much later, in an abandoned garage at the edge of town, Drewster and Snot Rod rested after an evening of racing each other.

"That was some awesome dragging out there!" Snot Rod exclaimed. "You're amazing!"

"You're not so bad yerself!" Drewster said with a wink. "But I let you win, you know."

SnotRod circled Drewster slowly. "Really?" he asked with a sly grin, and circled a little closer. "And thanks for the allergy medicine. It's nice not to be sneezing so much."

"You're welcome," Drewster replied, as the two cars ended up face to face, just inches from each other. "I was watching you work all day."

"I know." Snot Rod moved in a little closer.

"I think you're hot," Drewster whispered, and their lips meet in a kiss. They lingered for a bit, their eyes closed.

"Wow," Drewster said, breathlessly. "That was nice."

They shared another kiss, which led to a pairing the two find incredible. But they were interrupted when the garage door suddenly swung open. In the doorway stood Boost, Wingo and DJ, all of whom wore a wide-eyed look of disbelief.

"Uhhh," DJ began, but fell speechless.

"FUCK!" Wingo's jaw dropped open.

Snot Rod, annoyed, yelled at his friends to shut the door and leave, which they did reluctantly.

"Sorry, man," Boost apologized.

"Wonder what they wanted?" Drewster mused, finding the situation almost funny. She and Snot Rod continued their pairing until they reached climax. Snot Rod pulled up next to Drewster. Both of their engines purred with satisfaction.

"I could get used to this," Drewster thought to herself. She closed her eyes and pressed in close to Snot Rod, who was grinning from headlight to headlight. They both fell asleep, snuggled next to each other.