Axel got a new paint job at Ramone's body art shop. After a lot of discussing with Ramone who kept insisting to apply a pinstripe design or a 70's look body art, Axel came out with a sleek black metallic coating which reflected a silver hue. He headed over to Cozy Cone for a good night's sleep.
The next morning, he came out to meet Lightning and Doc who where at the dirt track in the back of Radiator Springs. He approached wondering why they wanted him here after Lightning mentioned the night before. As he approached the Doc turned to face him.
"You'll have to exercise that axle of yours if you want to get in motion as you used to." Doc said calmly. Axel nodded wordlessly and went down into the dirt track. "Now run two laps here. It may be a bit tricky considering the terrain. You may take, if you wish, three so that one lap is like warm-up. You wouldn't want to waste all that carefully tuned power you have in you."
Axel only shrugged as he drove of at a slow space. He felt the very lose gravel and stone beneath his tires. As he rounded the last turn he noticed that the corner would be hard at a very fast speed. Only possible way to get through it is to probably do a drift. As he crossed the line that signaled the start Doc called out, "Take it easy and accelerate, slow and steady."
Lightning on the other hand wanted to see the complete speed and skills of Axel, "Go full power!" Doc gave him a glare.
Axel accelerated and met the first turn a very good race line and he sped off. He accelerated put the pedal to the floor. His engine roared and he sped down to the tricky session of the track. Despite Doc's call to slow down, Axel turned right then over steered, his rear end tailgating, and counter-steered to maintain the drift. He crossed the finish line with Lightning's lower jaw crashed to the ground.
Doc smiled as the young recovering Eclipse approached. "You're in tip-top shape. Tuner's, especially your kind, has this innate ability to recover quickly." Axel just smiled at the comment.
Boost met up with the rest of the Delinquent Road Hazards at this cafe. "Just took care of Axel." He said monotonously.
"You did?" Wingo replied. "But isn't he your adopted brother?"
Boost turned to glare at the Civic named Wingo, "I don't care anymore! He didn't want to join us! I invited him to join us to be the most notorious gang on the highway!" Boost turned to his drink, "He told us off to the police! Getting us that time in juvenile!"
"Boost." DJ started, his voice angry yet seemed to be filled with understanding. "He was trying to make us see our wrong doings. He was young, ok. That's all-"
"That's not all!" Boost shouted. "He-, what he did-" Boost stuttered at a loss of words. A sneeze interrupted the silence. Everyone looked quizzically at Snot Rod.
"Well, what's the problem?" he said as if he didn't care. "You took care of him, he's dead, and now we're all here."
"He's right Boost." DJ replied, "He's nothing to us, and now to the world happy?"
Boost wandered off, he had this feeling in the pit of his tank. "I know he's still alive…" A tear trickled down Boost's eye remembering a time in the past.
His family just adopted the young Axel. They were cruising along the highway from a vacation. He challenged Axel to a race, but knew better since Axel refused. He pushed Axel who lost control. He hit the dad of Boost who wasn't expecting anything and lost control. There were a lot of cars that day heading back from the Piston Cup. A domino effect ensued, cars crashing into each other.
After all the mayhem has fell quiet, Boost was staring across the wreck. This was road rage! There was a kid crying as his parents remained still. So was his. A tear fell. He glared at Axel. If it weren't for his handling, his Boost thought with rage, for him! This wouldn't happen! Boost sped off his mind furious.
Boost shook his hood. Nothing would be done now. He got his revenge.