Wingo was lazily watching his friends as they argued about some lame horror movie they had just seen, when he spotted a large car driving toward him. Wingo looked up and forced a smile onto his face. "David! What a honor!"

The Honda Element glared at him. "I thought you were in prison, kid."

"Never been to prison in my life. I only act bad enough to go to jail," said Wingo with a smirk.

David grunted, spun around so his rear bumper was practically in Wingo's face, and stormed off. Wingo could see that David was trembling with rage.

The sky slowly darkened. None of the Road Hazards really wanted to pay the high price for a motel room (well, Snot Rod did, but it wasn't like had enough money to get one), so they found a few trees fairly near a road to sleep under. Not the height of comfort, but they were used to camping and the sky was cloud free.

Wingo told his friends that David was nearby, and they all agreed to take turns keeping watch. Since Wingo couldn't sleep, he volunteered to watch first.

The moon shone in Wingo's eyes as he waited for trouble. He blinked and shifted so the glare wasn't as bad, but the light was still a bit too bright. He was just wondering if the sunglasses he had stored in his trunk would help, when three huge shapes loomed out of the darkness. Wingo kicked his friends awake.

"What up?" DJ asked stupidly.

"We got ourselves a nodder... WHOA, intruders!" Screeched Boost, frantically trying to reverse at full speed and accidentally shifting to fourth instead, nearly stalling his engine..

The three huge cars came closer. Wingo easily identified them as a Ford F650, a Cadillac Escalade, and an extremely familiar Honda Element. All three made DJ and Snot Rod look unnaturally small and fragile.

"Hello, tuners, ready for some re-tuning?" David asked with a nasty smirk.

"Run!" Yelled Wingo.

Boost shifted gears successfully this time, and all four Road Hazards ran away like Piston Cup champions.

The tuners all had the common sense to run for town, and to not try to be bravely silent. The bigger cars lacked the common sense to break off the chase when they saw where the DRH were headed for. Even the sound of the local sheriff's sirens didn't make David see sense, although his friends slowed down and nervously checked their sideview mirrors a lot once they heard it.

David had cornered Wingo. Wingo shook with terror but had the courage to spit in his enemy's face. David roared with rage and pulled out his lighter, preparing to burn Wingo's tires.

Then the sheriff slammed a parking boot on David's tire and shoved him away from Wingo.

"You are under arrest," the sheriff growled at David.

For the first time in their lives, the DRH felt truly grateful for law enforcement cars, jails, and trials. These things might really ruin a good race at times, but they sure could be great for controlling crazed tuner haters.

Also for the first time in their lives, they got to go too someone else's trial.

Attending the trial was boring, but the rewards (AKA lack of oilthirsty bullies on the road) made it okay. And seeing David's face when he heard DJ's recording of the attack? Definitely worth it.

DJ was so happy that he started playing a random The Backhoe King song, which totally annoyed his friends and messed up their perfect day. But hey, at least he didn't play anything from My Little Golf Cart, thought Wingo.

Notes:

The Backhoe King is like The Lion King for cars. My Little Golf Cart is like My Little Pony. The songs are pretty much the same; The animation is completely different.

I guess that having a car nearly stall because he was half asleep and panicked while shifting gears is weird, but I thought it was funny. I'm strange sometimes.

This might be my last story for a while. I think I'm running out of ideas. Once I have some more, I'll start writing again. Don't worry, I'll keep hanging out in the Cars fanfiction section. :)