Yoana woke up Saturday early in the morning as her biomechanical system allowed her. The Reko-do rose from her thick, lavender quilt whilst yawning then, rolled off of it to check her digital clock. Noticing she overslept by an hour and a half, despair bit her, even though she knew this small unintentional alteration of her weekend routine meant her no harm. The alarmed vehicle checked her calendar on the wall, partially as a distraction and to be sure about whether the party in Radiator Springs was today or not. Having caught sight of the entry for today with her grey eyes, a hue of relief filled her that she remembered correctly. Having left her bedroom, she entered the car wash-like bathroom. As the selected program stripped her exterior of the impurities small in number, her over-active mind began dwelling on the get-together. Yoana found it strange that this party was not accompanied by anything particular to give it a reason to be created. Her social media news feed lacked to make her any wiser excluding seeing feedback from those who signaled their attendance. She had found some race cars or ex-race cars among them such as Doc Hudson, Lightning McQueen, Cruz Ramirez, Jackson Storm, etc… "I didn't know race cars are such party bots" she thought. The high pitched beeping indicating the end of the wash cycle ripped her out of her thoughts back into reality. Yoana rolled into a room containing several mirrors situated in a way which allowed her to see most of her body at once, undercarriage included. Seeing her paint job and form, one would definitely know she is a tuner. White dots decorated her violet roof. Her body gradually shifted from violet to blue from the roof down excluding the part towards her undercarriage. Her windows excluding her windscreen were black. The parakeet green area towards her undercarriage on each side possessed a black, inverted right triangle with a light grey tornado icon in it and a set of five thin, black, slanted rectangles parallel to the triangle's hypotenuse. Her paint job also included a yellow, branching lightning bolt per side deriving from where her front fender meets the green part of her body under her windshield. Joana possessed a violet-colored tail spoiler, whose bay leaf-shaped sides owned white-colored hurricane emblems, whose centers were violet. Her most interesting trait was the ten shallow pits on her body, five per side, on each side four on the "rear door" window that would indicate the corners of a deltoid and one on the side of her front fender right above the the beginning of the lightning bolt. The bottom of each pit was actually a disk, retractable in a latitudinal way, covering the metal spike under it. Each spike with the exception of the ones in front could be pushed out to a maximum of twenty centimeters, the shear sight of them should be enough as a warning, if that wouldn't work, electricity would be generated from them, the offender would receive an unpleasant and painful shock. Yoana was one of the few in the category of those who bear little more weight than average. The bottom of her green part along with her undercarriage followed the line of a significantly flatter than usual arccotangent function. She had already determined it that if a male has a problem with her weight, he can leave. After finding no problem with her image and no damage on her Audystique branded tires she departed from the place in reverse, situated herself in the living room on the quilt and spent her time talking to her long-distance friends on her tablet and reading until the party.