Chapter Five: Genuine Smiles
Harley woke the next morning to Mater's whoops of joy, and she rubbed her eyes as she fumbled for her glasses. "What in the blue blazes is that all about?" Harley yawned, crawling across her bed to the window and opening it. Looking out, she gasped in surprise and suddenly scrambled out of bed to get dressed. Doc met her halfway out the door as they headed down the road, where the rest of the Radiator Springs' residents were filing out of their homes to see the beautiful sheet of black asphalt that made their new road. Well, at least 1/3 of it. Mater glided across the smooth surface, whooping and laughing, and soon the rest of the residents were tentatively driving across the new road. All of them were in awe over the feeling of smoothness beneath their tires.
"Doc, look at this!" Sally said happily. "Shoulda tossed him into a cactus a lot sooner."
"Bellissimo!" Harley breathed in Italian.
"Well, he ain't finished yet." Doc noted, looking to the long stretch of road still yet to be done.
Harley didn't listen much, tentatively putting her skates to the new road. She was amazed by the smoothness, having spent her entire life on the old road or on dirt. Licking her lips, Harley pushed off and began skating down the stretch of new asphalt. She was surprised at first by how much speed she picked up so quickly, and then she began whooping and laughing. Her tiny tire-wheeled skates glided across the asphalt like rollerblades on hardwood floors. No bumps or cracks or weathered down ridges. Just smooth, perfectly flat road. Harley's cobalt-streaked hair flew behind her in the wind as she sped around Stanley's statue and right back to her father, skidding to a halt beside him. She laughed happily. "Doc, you gotta feel this! It's smoother than the cement floors in Sarge's shop!"
Doc took a good long look at the road, and his glare softened. "That punk actually did a good job." He caught sight of Bessie nearby, but there was a surprising lack of red racecar. "Where the heck is he?"
Harley looked towards where Bessie was parked. "Isn't Willie's Butte that way?" She and Doc exchanged looks before Doc began driving off, Harley hanging onto a side view mirror to pull her along.
The two of them heard Lightning's engine long before spying Sheriff sitting out on a ridge and looking out towards Willie's Butte. "Sheriff!" Doc called as he parked beside the police car. "Is he makin' another run for it?"
"No, no." Sheriff explained, the three of them watching Lightning race around the Willie's Butte track. "He ran outta asphalt in the middle of the night, asked me if he could come down here. All he's tryin' to do is make that there turn." As they watched, Doc and Harley noticed Lightning attempt to make the same turn where he crashed into the cactus, only to spin out and end up in the bushes.
"He's been trying all night?" Harley guessed, already knowing the answer. "He's either crazy or dedicated, or both."
Doc made an amused "huh" sound, clearly humored by this little problem affecting Lightning so much. He looked to Sheriff, who seemed a bit out of it. Then again, the police car had most likely been up the entire night. "Sheriff, why don't you go get yourself a quart of oil at Flo's." Doc offered. "Harley and I will keep an eye on him."
"Well thanks, Doc." Sheriff said gratefully. "I've been feelin' a quart low." He drove off, leaving Harley and Doc alone to watch Lightning begin another lap.
Harley looked to her father. "I know that look, Dad. What're you thinkin'?"
Doc chuckled as the two of them began making their way to the track. "Hot-rodder delinquent he may be, but the kid's obviously got a passion and Ford-given talent for racing. Let's see if he's passionate enough to learn a thing or two."
"We'll see." Harley shrugged, the two of them rolling up towards Lighting. The red racecar desperately tried another turn, only to shout in surprise as he went skidding into the dust, dirt, and tumbleweeds. "Hey Speed Racer!" Harley greeted as they approached.
Doc smirked, noticing Lighting had a nice layer of dirt all over him. "This ain't asphalt, son."
"Oh great. What do you want?" Lightning demanded, driving back towards the starting line.
Doc and Harley followed, the former continuing his lesson. "You don't have three-wheel brakes, so you gotta pitch it hard, break it loose, and then just drive it with the throttle. Give it too much, you'll be outta the dirt and into the tulips."
Lightning sighed, turning and smirking skeptically at the old Hornet and his daughter. "So you're a judge, a doctor, and a racing expert."
"And you're a racecar, a jackwagon, and a bulldozer." Harley said in a snarky tone. "Life's full of surprises."
"Yeah, whatever." Lightning huffed.
"I'll put it this way." Doc offered. "If you're goin' hard enough left, you'll find yourself turnin' right."
Lightning's eyes narrowed. "That makes perfect sense. Turn right to go left! Yes! Thank you!" Doc's and Harley's faces fell to looks of irritation and some boredom as Lightning's sarcastic voice raised in volume. "Or should I say 'No, thank you'? Because in Opposite World, that must mean 'thank you'!" Lightning turned and sped off, kicking up dust towards Doc and Harley as he drove away. Doc and Harley blinked a bit from the dust, Harley forced to take off her glasses because the dirt coated her lenses. The two shared a look before Harley rolled her eyes and Doc let out a groan, the two of them returning to their post.
"Could he be any more annoying?" Harley asked as she pulled a cloth from her pocket to clean her glasses.
"Could be worse, I suppose." Doc sighed. He parked back up on the hill, Harley plopping down on the ground beside him. The two of them watched Lightning loop around the track, but much to their surprise he suddenly took a sharp right turn instead of left, going straight over the ledge again and into a ravine. Harley winced, groaning in sympathy. Her eyes widened when a tall cactus plant suddenly tilted and fell over the cliff edge, landing right on top of him based on the resounding sound of his pained scream.
"You think he took you too literally?" Harley asked with a nervous giggle.
"Turn right to go left." Lightning muttered.
Harley giggled as she skated around Lightning, rolling this way and that while carefully avoiding the bumps in the road. "You know, you look rather nice with cacti stuck all over you." She laughed, taking in the various pieces of cactus stuck to Lightning's metal hide and tires.
"I thought you weren't gonna talk to me since I'm, what you call, a 'complete and total jackwagon.'" Lightning noted, continuing his work.
"Well, I think the jackwagons of the world need the most amount of kindness." Harley shrugged. "So I'll just pretend last night's little spat didn't happen."
"Wish my roof could forget it." Lightning huffed, a spot on his roof still a bit sore from Harley hitting him with a shovel. He rolled his eyes when Harley giggled again, but somehow he found her laugh not that annoying anymore. Still, he continued to mutter to himself as he kept working, ignoring Harley as she skated around him. "While I'm stuck here paving this stinkin' road, Chick's in California schmoozing Dinoco. My Dinoco."
Harley raised an eyebrow. "What's a Dinoco?"
"None of your car wax." Lightning droned. There was the sound of whirring and Lightning yelped. "Whoa! Who's touching me?"
Guido popped up from behind Lighting, having been previously crouched down by the racecar's right back wheel. "You have a slow leak. Guido, he fix." Luigi explained as he approached. "You make-a such a nice new road."
"And he says he's not a bulldozer." Harley teased.
Guido continued working on Lightning's tires, spinning them to rid the rubber of the cactus pieces while fixing the leaks and filling the tires with more air. "You come to my shop." Luigi offered Lightning. "You buy four tires, I give you a full-a size spare absolutely free!"
"Look, I get all my tires for free." Lightning said.
"You haven't tried Luigi's tires." Harley shrugged. "He and Guido know their stuff."
"No." Lightning droned.
Harley laughed, watching Luigi try to barter with Lightning. When he and Guido drove off, and Harley finally caught sight of Luigi's store looking bright and shiny and new. It was even freshly painted. In fact, most of the townsfolk were straightening up and cleaning their homes and shops as though to match the new road being put in.
Lightning exhaled deeply, and Harley smiled kindly. "You don't like other people helping you, huh?"
"I never asked for help." Lightning huffed.
"Sometimes you don't need to ask." Harley shrugged. "You just need to know what it's time to accept it. Won't kill you to accept help now and then."
"I'm a one-man show, kid." Lightning said. "I don't need anyone else. I work solo."
"Is that so?" Harley raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah." Lightning confirmed. "I work better that way."
Harley shrugged. "Sounds kinda lonely if you ask me." Lightning looked up in surprise, having never considered his one-man show mindset as "lonely." Harley was still smiling at him with a warm gaze in her eyes, which Lightning had just realized were the exact same shade as Doc's. "Well, if you're so intent on being alone, I guess I'll leave you to your work." Harley turned and moved to roll away.
"Hey Harley." Lightning called, making Harley pause and turn to face him again. The girl looked surprised at the sound of Lightning calling her by her actual name. Lightning looked down and sighed. "Could you…..do me a favor?"
Harley feigned shock. "Me? Do a favor for the oh-so-famous Lightning McQueen? I'm honored!"
Lightning rolled his eyes. "Would you just do it?"
"Well, what do you want me to do?" Harley laughed.
Lightning sighed again. "There's a piece of cactus stuck in my fuel tank hole. It's really, really uncomfortable so…..will you…please take it out?"
Harley took a look and realized he was right. She stared at Lightning for a while before giving a genuine smile. "Sure, Speed Racer." She skated over beside his back left wheel and gently grabbed the piece of cactus. "Hang on, it's really in there." She yanked on it a few times before it finally came loose, only for the needles to stab her a little. She yelped, sucking on her finger before tossing the cactus aside.
"You okay?" Lightning asked, sounding a little concerned.
"I'm fine." Harley assured. "Not the first time I was punctured by a cactus, won't be the last. You okay now?"
Lightning looked up and stared at Harley for a moment. Her outburst last night compared to right now would've indicated a very polarizing personality, but now she just looked like an innocent, cute little kid. Realizing she wasn't angry with him anymore, he relaxed. "Yeah. A little sore, but good. Thanks."
"You're welcome." Harley nodded. "Here, I can help with the soreness." She placed a hand on Lightning's side, much to his surprise. But the stock car gawked when Harley's irises suddenly turned snow-white. In seconds, any pain he felt disappeared. Harley's eyes returned to normal and she moved backwards to smile proudly. Lightning stared. She has healing powers? Ah man, she must be a psycho….psycha…psych-man! Okay, that's kinda cool. Harley giggled at Lightning's reaction to her powers. She looked up and her eyes widened. She skated backwards quickly. Before Lightning could ask what was wrong, a shot of water suddenly collided with his face and body. While it knocked off the remaining cacti, it was also quite cold. The water stopped, and Lightning sputtered a bit before looking up to see Red and Sally before him.
"Oh, Red, you missed a spot." Sally told the fire truck. The truck inched forward, eyeing the piece of cactus still stuck on Lightning's hood just below his windshield. He blasted water from his hose, continuing the cold-water assault until the cactus piece flew off. The fire truck drove off with a proud smile on his face.
Lightning sputtered and coughed, now dripping wet. "What was that for?"
"So you can stay at the Cozy Cone." Sally said.
"Huh?" Lightning asked, Harley giving Sally a similar look of surprise and confusion.
"If you want to, you gotta be clean." Sally said.
Lightning stammered. "I don't get it."
"I just thought I'd say thank you for doin' a great job." Sally said. "So I thought I'd let you stay with me. I mean, not with me! But there." She stuttered a bit over her words.
"Wait, you're being nice to me." Lightning realized with a crafty smirk.
"If you want to stay at the dirty impound, that's fine." Sally shrugged.
"No, that's okay." Lightning assured, glancing to the motel. "Yeah, the Cozy Cone."
"It's newly refurbished." Sally informed him, sounding a bit proud.
"And awfully comfortable." Harley added. "I like to have slumber parties in there from time to time."
Lightning chuckled at the orange cone-shaped rooms. "Yeah, that's clever. The motel's made out of caution cones, which cars usually try to avoid. But now we're gonna stay in them."
Harley face-palmed, giggling. Sally gave Lightning a deadpan look. "Figure that all out on your own, did ya?" She drove off to the Cozy Cone office.
Lightning looked down, mentally kicking himself, but then he noticed something between Sally's back brake lights. "Hey, do I spy a little pin striping tattoo back there?"
"Oh!" Sally chuckled nervously, spinning around but then accidentally backing into a stack of orange cones by the door. She backed into the office, laughing nervously.
Harley laughed out loud, her and Lightning staring after Sally. Mater seemed to appear out of nowhere, speaking up and somewhat startling his friends. "You know I once knew this girl Doreen. Looked jus' like a Jaguar, only she was a truck!"
Lightning blinked. "What are you talking about?"
"I dunno." Mater said, but he suddenly looked excited. "Hey, I know somethin' we can do tonight, 'cause I'm in charge of watchin' ye! Harley, ye kin come along too."
"Cool!" Harley nodded.
"No, Mater, I am finishing this road, and I have to get out of here." Lightning said.
"Well, that's all right, Mr. I Can't Turn On Dirt." Mater shrugged. "You probably couldn't handle it anyway."
"Whoa, easy now, Mater." Lightning scoffed, falling for Mater's ruse. "This is Lightning McQueen. I can handle anything."
"Great!" Mater cheered. "See ya tonight!" He sped off, whooping.
"Crazy guy." Lightning chuckled.
"Yeah, but he's awesome so we keep him around." Harley laughed. "Now back to work with you or Dad's gonna have your hood."
Lightning nodded, continuing to pull Bessie. He cast glances at Harley now and then, the girl continuing to skate around him. Sure, she was plenty scary if she became angry, but that part of her seemed to be buried by her unfailing kindness. In general, as Lightning discovered, the kid was just friendly. But he finally found the burning question in his mind couldn't wait for an answer anymore. "Kid, I've been meaning to ask you: where are your parents?"
"Doc's my dad." Harley said. "I thought we already established that."
Lightning shook his hood. "I just don't get you. What the heck are you doing here? I mean, not only are you the only kid, but you're the only human I've seen in this entire town. Why is that?"
"Well, there certainly used to be plenty more humans in the town." Harley explained. "At least that's what folks around here say. Most of them moved out a long time ago, before I was born. But even my great-grandparents lived in Radiator Springs; heck, they were some of the first residents along with Stanley and Lizzie. If my family's been living her for that long, then I'm going to do the same. I was born here, after all."
"So, if your family's been living here so long, why haven't I seen them?" Too late, Lightning realized he was probably asking a very personal question of Harley. Who knows how she would react? Frankly, Lightning didn't want her to hit him in the roof again.
But the blue-streaked brunette didn't seem to care. A slight air of sadness came over her usual jovial aura. "Well, my grandparents died when I was a baby. My real parents were killed in a fire that took my house with it. Sheriff saved me from the fire, Doc adopted me; well, pretty much everyone in the town adopted me. You know Doc once asked if I would be happier living in a town where there were other humans, but I just couldn't imagine leaving everyone."
"You'd rather stay in this town than be with your own kind?" Lightning asked, confused.
"I'd rather spend the rest of my life in Radiator Springs, where I'm surrounded by people who love me." Harley said, seeming to radiate with a warm energy that made Lightning smile a bit. The racecar couldn't imagine being in Harley's situation, but he also couldn't help feeling awed by her devotion to her vehicular family. Harley noticed the look on Lightning's face and laughed. "So, you sure you can handle what Mater and I have in store tonight?"
"Kid, I race for a living." Lightning said confidently. "I can do whatever it is you guys have planned."
"Mater, Harley, I'm not doin' this!" Lightning whispered.
"You'll love it!" Mater chuckled, him and Harley eyeing the field of tractors just down the hill. "Tractor-tippin's fun."
"Don't be such a sourpuss." Harley said at Lightning's exasperated look.
Mater whispered, "When I say go, we go. But don't let Frank catch you. Go!" He took off, Harley hanging onto his tow hook. Lightning scrambled after them. "You jus' sneak up in front of 'em, and then honk." Mater instructed. "They do the rest. Watch this." Harley let go of Mater and she and Lightning watched him quietly drive up to a nearby tractor. He carefully snuck up before honking his horn, jolting the tractor awake. Mater backed up to his friends and the three of them watched as the tractor reared up on its back wheels and fell backwards, a gurgling sound coming from its tank right before it backfired softly. Mater and Harley busted up laughing.
"I tell you what, buddy." Mater said to Lightning. "It don't get much better den this."
"Yep, you're livin' the dream, Mater boy." Lightning said sarcastically, pausing to watch Mater roll up to another tractor and repeat the process. Mater and Harley began laughing again.
"I don't care who you are, dat's funny right dere." Mater laughed. "Yer turn, Harley."
"You got it." Harley nodded, sneaking towards another tractor. Lightning was about to ask what Harley would do for a horn when he noticed her unclipping an air horn from one of her belt loops. Licking her lips, Harley jumped and slammed her thumb onto the air horn, emitting a loud honk that made the tractor tip over. Harley punched the air as Mater laughed. "Yeah, that's fun." Harley giggled. "You're turn, Lightning."
"Guys, I can't." Lightning protested. "I don't even have a horn."
"Baby." Mater scoffed.
"I'm not a baby." Lightning pouted. Mater and Harley began making chicken noises until Lightning silenced them. "All right, stop!" He rolled up to another tractor, stopping right in front of it. He stared almost nervously at the animal sleeping before him, unsure whether or not he could actually go through with this. But when he glanced at Harley and Mater, they both gestured for him to go on. Gathering his bravery, Lightning tensed up on his axles before revving his engine loudly. The eruption of noise suddenly caused every single tractor in the field to shoot their eyes open and tilt up on their back wheels. Harley, Mater, and Lightning moved closer together, staring in shock. A round of gurgling rang out from the tractors, and the three of them shared a look.
A round of backfires from every tractor in the field.
The three of them shared another look before laughing. Even Lightning had to admit, that was pretty funny. Amazing, too, considering he was able to get every single tractor in one shot. But the sound of angry mooing caught their attention, and the human and two vehicles quieted to see lights coming from behind some nearby bushes.
"Uh oh." Harley suddenly leaped into the back of Mater's flatbed, gripping his tow cable.
"That's Frank." Mater said, turning and speeding off. Lightning, confused, stared at the lights for a moment….until a huge threshing machine suddenly burst through and bellowing angrily at him.
"AAAHHH!" Lightning shouted, practically pulling himself into a hairpin turn and taking off after Mater and Harley. Frank was quick to follow, thresher blades spinning. Lightning finally managed to catch up with Mater and Harley, who were both laughing and whooping. They kept laughing like maniacs as they took a sharp turn and headed towards another end of the gate. Lightning could feel Frank's hot breath on his roof as they sped along, Mater crashing through a fence board to allow them to speed out into the road. Frank, still caught in the field, could only growl at them as they left.
"Tomorrow night we can go look for the Ghost Light!" Mater suggested as he, Harley, and Lightning returned into town.
"I can't wait, Mater." Lightning rolled his eyes, clearly not amused by their recent near-death experience.
Mater laughed. "Oh boy, you gotta admit that was fun!"
"Oh yeah….yeah…" Lighting sighed.
"What's the matter, Speed Racer?" Harley laughed. "You city folk don't do much for fun?"
"My definition of 'fun' does not include almost getting shredded by a crazy bull." Lightning droned, only making Harley laugh harder.
"Well, we better get you back to the impound lot." Mater said regretfully.
"You know, actually, Sally's gonna let me stay at the motel." Lightning said.
Mater and Harley shared a look before smirking. "Oh….gettin' cozy at the Cone, is we?" Mater mused.
"Oh, come. Are you kidding?" Lightning almost gagged. "Besides, she can't stand me. And I don't like her."
"Yeah, I guess you two wouldn't make a good fit." Harley shrugged.
Mater nodded. He smirked. "Hey, look, there's Miss Sally!"
"Hi Sally!" Harley waved off to one side.
"What, where?" Lightning asked excitedly, only to realize he had been tricked. Harley and Mater began laughing as they continued down the road.
"Yer in love with Miss Sally." Mater said. Lightning couldn't really protest as Mater suddenly jumped in front of him, driving backwards as he chanted. "Yer in love with Miss Sally!"
"Okay, that's really mature, Mater." Lightning rolled his eyes. "Real grown up."
"Well it's true, ain't it?" Harley giggled, making kissing noises.
"You luv her." Mater said.
Lightning couldn't focus on denying it as he watched Mater continue reversing. "Will you stop that?"
"Stop what?" Mater asked.
"That driving backwards stuff." Lightning said. "It's creepin' me out. You're gonna wreck or something."
"Wreck?" Mater repeated, stopping and forcing Lightning and Harley to stop.
"Uh oh, now you've done it." Harley warned with a smile.
"Shoot, I'm de world's best backwards driver!" Mater said, flicking on his emergency lights. "Jus' watch dis right here, lover boy." He suddenly took off, driving backwards at a significantly high speed. Lightning yelped in surprise and concern as Mater went straight towards a Cozy Cone, only to swerve at the last second and go tearing around the lot of the motel.
"Mater? Mater!" Lightning called worriedly.
"No stoppin' him now!" Harley laughed. "Git-R-Done, Mater! Whoo-hoo!"
Mater, darting backwards between two cones, stopping in the middle of a field and began spinning in circles as he screamed happily. Then, to Lightning's surprise, he reversed into the forestry nearby and began tearing through the brush. He even jumped up above the trees, still going backwards, as he whooped and laughed all the way.
Lightning chuckled. "He's nuts."
"An absolute looney." Harley confirmed. "Go Mater! Yee-haw!"
Mater finally emerged from the trees, not a scratch on him. "Ain't no need to watch where I'm goin'!" Mater called, jumping and stopping to face Lightning and Harley as his lights flicked off. "Just need to know where I've been."
"That was incredible!" Lightning cried, stunned and impressed. "How'd you do that?"
"Rearview mirrors." Mater said, wiggling said mirrors. "I'll teach ya if you want."
Lightning chuckled as they kept going down the road. "Yeah, maybe I'll use it in my big race."
"Again with that race?" Harley laughed.
"What's so important about dis race of yers, anyway?" Mater asked.
Lightning stopped, forcing Mater and Harley to do the same. He turned to face them, his entire body language changing. "It's not just a race. We're talking about the Piston Cup! It's my life dream. I'll be the first rookie in history ever to win it. And when I do, we're talkin' big new sponsor, with private helicopters. No more medicated bumper ointment. No more rusty old cars."
"What's wrong with rusty old cars?" Mater asked.
Lightning caught his mistake, staring at the rusted tow truck and the girl with the same colored hair beside him. "Well, I don't mean you, Mater. I mean other old cars."
"Eh, it's okay, buddy." Mater said, his voice a little sad. Harley gave him a comforting pat. Mater was far too nice to let something like his rust be seen as a problem. He'd been that way so long he hardly even noticed. Instantly, he perked up again. "You think maybe I kin git a ride in one of dem heli-copters? I've always wanted ta ride in one of dem fancy heli-copters."
"Yeah." Lightning nodded. "Sure."
"You mean it?" Mater asked, wagging his tow cable like a happy puppy.
"Oh yeah. Anything you say." Lightning said casually.
Mater's smile grew. "I knew it. I knowed I made a good choice!"
Lightning blinked in confusion. "In what?"
Mater looked down, but smiled again. "Mah best friend." Lightning blinked in surprise, but smiled softly. Mater returned the warm grin. "See ye tomorrow, buddy!" He began driving backwards again, looping around Lightning before returning home.
Lightning laughed. He looked to Harley, who stared at him. He blinked. "Oh, hey, I hope you don't mind Mater calling me his 'best friend.'"
"No worries." Harley assured. "The guy needs a best friend in his life."
"What about you?" Lightning asked.
"I'm his little sister. That's even better than best friend." Harley said with a laugh. Lightning laughed too, and Harley found herself staring at him again. Doc was right; the guy's got quite the passion for racing. Just hearing him talk about that Piston Cup makes me excited. He's just gotta get his priorities straight. "Well, goodnight." She began skating off, but paused. "Oh yeah, and thanks."
"For what?" Lightning asked.
"For coming tractor-tippin' with us." Harley said. "That must've been quite the step outside your comfort zone, but you actually ended up enjoying it."
"I dunno." Lightning shrugged a bit.
"I'm serious, Lightning." Harley said, making the red stock car jump a bit at the sound of her saying his actual name. "You know, this is the first time since you've come here that I've seen a genuine smile on your face. It's nice to see. I know this racing thing is really important to you, but maybe you need to think about doing things you enjoy now and then. Tonight, you did something enjoyable, and I think it's had a positive effect on you."
Lightning stared at Harley for a moment. "You think so?"
Harley smiled warmly. "Just give that some thought." She skated off towards home. "Goodnight, Speed Racer!" She giggled as she picked up speed, heading for home. But she paused at the sight of the town. Even in the dark, she could see the freshly cleaned buildings and the new section of the road. It didn't look anything like the town she had been growing up in for the past twelve years. Not that she minded; the place was looking great. Any and all worries she had from the previous day felt nonexistent, and she smiled warmly as she made her way to the finished sections of the road. While she wasn't accustomed to change, she had to admit this was pretty nice. She skated across the smooth asphalt, performing acrobatic tricks and ballerina-like movements. Sighing, Harley reluctantly left the pavement and continued home before Doc became worried.
Maybe there's some hope for you after all, Speed Racer.