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HMG -Hahaha You're right, but I was the only guest here! XD If you don't put a name then FFN name you as a 'guest', is not that we're using that name to confuse you hahaha anyway, I'm with you I'll be HMG! you killed me, I don't know what can they do when they get there and check in... give me time to think, something will come to my mind...

I checked a few websites most of the flights are from 4-5.5 hours depending on the airline. It is possible to get non-stop flights. Knowing how restless Lightning can get if he's cooped up to long, I'm assuming that Sally would book a non-stop fight. Cancun is two hours ahead of LA (Times are according to Google) So when they land it would be roughly 3-4 pm. It would take I would say at least a another hour to get through customs. Since this is a high end resort, and Lightning's celebrity status, I'm assuming that the resort would have someone there to pick them up and take them to the hotel, which is about an hour depending on the traffic. So Sally and Lightning would check in between 6-7 local time.

Chapter 5.-Sprinting, Breaking Doc's Record-

The next morning, Lightning's alarm went off at six and he drove out of his trailer, stretching his axles on the way. He found that Doc was not coming for his training this morning. He had left a note for Lightning that read: Rookie- 100 laps at a sprint. It shouldn't take you more than 55 minutes. -Doc "Fifty-five minutes?" Lightning asked. "Fuck… Doc. Way to take it easy on me…" Lightning drove out onto the track and warmed up. He lined up at the starting line, avoiding the other racecars. He took off at a sprint and raced around the track as many times as he could, going two hundred miles per hour. After seventy-five laps, Lightning started to tire. He pressed himself further, but Lightning knew that he was slowing. He finished his one hundredth lap in an hour and two minutes. Winded, Lightning made his way to the drink station and drank three cans of oil. Lightning drove back to his trailer, still catching his breath. He wondered where Doc had been during his training. Mack and Abby are not required to stay with the trailers when they got to the track. They usually spend their free time at a hotel close to the track. Lightning saw them arrive "Good morning Mack, Abby" Lightning greed them. "Have you guys seen Doc this morning?" "No," Abby said. "The last time we saw him he was heading to supper with you, we haven't seen him since." "Thanks guys" Lightning said. "Were heading to breakfast at the track restaurant, we'll let you know if we see him there" Mack said. "Ok" Lightning said as he headed into his trailer and turned on the television.

Lightning had been watching the news for an hour when his phone rang. He saw on his caller I.D. that it was Doc. "Where are you?" Lightning asked, answering the phone. "I'm taking a couple days off," Doc said. "I won't be back for race day." "What?" Lightning asked. "What do you mean by that?" "It means I will not be back by Sunday," Doc said. "Who will be my crew chief?" Lightning asked. "Fine someone," Doc said "There are plenty of cars that would happy to be your fucking crew chief for a day." "But you're my fucking crew chief!" Lightning said angrily. "I know that," Doc said. "But not on Sunday" "Just tell me where you are" Lightning said. "Alabama" Doc said "Alabama?" Lightning asked "What's in Alabama?" "Old friends," Doc said "Old friends?" Lightning asked, very confused. "Yeah," Doc said, starting to sound angry. "This fucking conversation would go by much faster if you wouldn't repeat every fucking thing I say. I'm not coming to the race Sunday. Just get your fucking little fiancé to do it." And with that, Doc hung up. "Maybe I will," Lightning said angrily.

He pressed the number two speed dial on his phone, dialing Sally's number. "Hello?" Sally said groggily. "Hey," Lightning said. "I didn't wake you up, did I?" "Don't worry about it, Lightning" Sally said. "What's up?" "Will you be my crew chief Sunday?" Lightning asked. "Where's Doc?" Sally asked. "He's in Alabama," Lightning said. "What's he doing there?" Sally asked. "Who knows, and I really fucking don't care" Lightning said. "He claims he's there seeing old friends, but I don't know if that's true or not. Doc's been acting really weird lately." "I admit, he's has been a little off lately," Sally admitted. "He left me a note this morning saying to sprint one hundred laps in fifty-five minutes!" Lightning said. "Goodness," Sally said. "Did you do it?" "Of course not!" Lightning said heatedly. "I made it in an hour and two." "That's not bad," Sally said. "But he doesn't need to be pressing you this hard." "Yeah," Lightning agreed. "I don't know if my axles are up to it. But anyway, will you be my crew chief Sunday?" "I can, but I don't really know how to do it," Sally said. "What if I cause you to wreck?" "You won't," Lightning replied. "You tell me things I can't see on the track and keep me company. The pit crew is experienced enough to know what they are doing without supervision, so you don't have to worry about them." "That sounds easy enough." Sally said "It is," Lightning said. "When do you think you'll be able to get here?" "I'll fly out in a day or two," Sally said. "You're in Houston, right?" "Yeah," Lightning said. "Just be here by Friday." "I can make that happen," Sally said "Anyway, go back to sleep Sally. I forgot about the time difference, sorry." Lightning said "Don't worry about it," Sally said. "I'm going to stay up; I have to start on sending out the invitations." "Oh," Lightning said. He knew once the invitations were sent out, the wedding plans would be final. "Okay," "I'll talk to you later," Sally said. "Love you." "I love you too," Lightning said. He then hung his phone up.

Lightning remembered there was a mandatory meeting for all racecars; he had to attend, so he drove to the infield where the meeting was taking place. During the meeting, the racecars were lectured on the racing rules as usual. Lightning ignored the racing superintendent and thought about the very demanding wedding plans Sally was putting together and Doc's strange and sudden absence. He was very distracted by both. "Lightning McQueen!" Lightning jumped out of his trace "Here!" he said as the superintendent called attendance. The superintendent nodded, made a note on his clipboard, and moved onto the next racecar. The next morning, Lightning woke up and drove to the track to attempt his sprint again. Lightning warmed up and stopped to ask his timer, a large SUV a question. "What is the one hundred lap sprint record?" Lightning asked. "Fifty nine minutes and thirty three seconds," the SUV replied "Who set it?" Lightning asked. "The Fabulous Hudson Hornet in 1954," the SUV said. "It was his last training session before his big wreck." Lightning nodded, realization hitting him. This might have something to do with Doc's strange behavior. "Thanks" he said slowly. "I'm ready to start now." "Okay," the timer said. "I'll start when you do." "Sounds good," Lightning said. He drove up to the starting line and shot down the track. Lightning sped as fast as he could around the track and kept a constant speed until he had ten laps left to go. At ninety laps, Lightning floored his engine. He felt a familiar throbbing in his front right axle as he rounded turn four with five laps to go. Lightning ignored the pain coming from his underside and attempted to go faster. A minute or two later, Lightning charged across the finish line, almost positive he had finished in under Doc's record. "What was my time?" Lightning asked, out of breath. "You hold the new record for a one hundred lap sprint," the SUV said proudly. "Your time was fifty five minutes and thirty nine seconds." "Yes! Awesome!" Lightning said. The SUV laughed. "I'll turn in your time" "Okay" Lightning said. He turned around and drove back to his trailer, driving slowly and not putting any weight on his front right tire, it throbbed badly. Once he arrived back at the trailer, Lightning got a bag of ice and rolled over it to where it was under his throbbing axle. It was a warm morning and Lightning turned on his radio and enjoyed he warm sunshine. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Hey! Wake up sleepy hood!" Lightning's eyes snapped open and he saw Sally in front of him. "Hey," he said somewhat groggily. "You're here early." "I know, I got lucky and got an early flight" Sally said. "I hope you don't mind." "Of course I don't," Lightning said. He rolled forward and kissed his fiancé. "I just got checked in the hotel down the road from the racetrack and then I decided to come and surprise you. But, why are you sitting on ice?" Sally asked, glancing around Lightning at the mostly melted bag. "My axle is bothering me a little," Lightning said. "It's no big deal." "It could be" Sally said "Maybe you should get it checked out" "Nah" Lightning said "It's throbbing because I just sprinted one hundred laps in fifty five minutes and thirty nine seconds" "Are you serious?" Sally exclaimed "That's incredible!" "Thanks Lightning said "It's the track's new record "Congratulations!" She drove up closer to Lightning, and said seductively. "Let's celebrate tonight, by spending a night together in in my hotel room where we can be alone." Lightning knew what she was hinting at, and it got him slightly aroused. "But first, do you know any good restaurants around here I'm starving?" "Nope," Lightning said. "But I'm sure we can find one. Doc and I just ate at a diner last night." Sally and Lightning headed into town for dinner and some much needed time alone.