Mater towed Jackson all the way to Flo's and said, "Alright, here we are!"
"Thank you," said Storm, unenthusiasticly.
"I see you did what I did the first time I raced there," said Lightning, with Cruz giggling.
"Yeah, it would be funnier, if it was you in there!" snapped Storm.
Just then, Flo came up to Storm with a quart of oil.
Flo is a modified 1955 Lincoln Futura with large tail fins. She is painted a light blue-green with a white underside.
"Calm down there honey," said Flo, "You know, McQueen here would often fall into that field many times too when he was still training."
"Yeah, sure," said Storm, taking a sip from his oil. He was actually surprised at how good it tasted.
"Wow, this is really good," said Storm.
"Thanks honey," said Flo, "Tell your friends about it."
"So, I hope Mater wasn't too ruff on you," said Lightning.
Jackson just rolled his eyes, and continued to sip.
"Well, don't worry, we'll practice on a different course: The Radiator Springs Speedway. Asphalt," said Lightning.
"Wait, there's an asphalt race track here?" asked Cruz.
"yeah," said Lightning, "How about it storm? Wanna go for it?"
Storm then said, "Alright, what time?"
"One week from now," said Lightning, "And if your nice enough, you'll get a spot in the Cozy Cone. See ya around Storm."
Lightning and Cruz then took off, and Storm was left alone.
He then decided to look around, and see the sights.
"So much nature," said Storm, "Can't even get a phone signal out here! How do they even live here?"
Just then, he was pulled over by a police car with antennas, and a mustache.
"Do you know how fast you were going!?" demanded Sheriff.
"A reasonable speed," said Storm.
"You were going at 196 mph on a 50 mph road!"
Sheriff then gave Storm a ticket, and said, "Seems you need to go to driving school. There you'll learn how to drive perfectly."
"Driving school?" asked Storm, "yeah, no."
Just then, a boot was put on Storm's rear left tire, and Sheriff said, "Oh yes. Now come on, you road hazard."