The certain Friday of meeting with the DRH arrived. Yoana did not feel like being in Wingo's presence. DJ showed up in front of her dwelling place, she rolled out.
"You don't seem to be in a good mood today," commented the blue car after they greeted each other.
"I know," replied the mostly violet, blue and green female dryly.
Since not wanting the reason for her negative attitude to be explored she quickly changed the topic.
"What are we going to do today," she enquired as they started their journey to the meeting point still in their home town.
"We're going drifting. I don't know whether you know about yesterday night's sandstorm. It didn't come to Volvoda but hit Radiator Springs pretty badly. There might still be enough sand on the roads to drift well," answered the male Reko-do.
"Wait, isn't that punishable," questioned Yoana. "If it is I don't want any part in that," she declared determinedly.
"Okay, and let's say we can't find Sheriff anywhere," said DJ. "Then, would you be willing to participate," he asked.
"Maybe," replied the female.
"Let's go, the others are waiting," suggested the music geek.
"Okay," responded the weather-themed tuner trying to conceal her nervousness and anger.
The two, after joining Boost, Wingo and Snot Rod, travelled with them to Radiator Springs. On the way, Yoana, after some hesitation, timidly let them know her worry about getting caught. Upon entering the small town, Boost and Snot Rod searched for Sheriff. Having not found him, the five arranged themselves in a line, Boost was in front, Wingo behind him, DJ came after Wingo, and the lady was situated between the blue one and Snot Rod.
"Wait, wait," exclaimed the brightly colored Gashi.
"What," questioned the metallic grayish purple gang leader conveying a shade of annoyance in his tone.
"May I speak to Yoana privately, this is important," he requested.
"Fine, but make it quick," replied the Jitsu.
Wingo slowly approached the female Reko-do and requested that she follow him. After stopping out of hearing distance from the other group members, Wingo began to speak.
"Yoana, I must tell you something important, since you and DJ seem to be forming a friendship and you know what may come after friendship. If you get to that level with him in which you can imagine your life with him, you must know this," he paused, taking up a pitiful expression, his brown eyes looking deeper into her now concerned grey ones. "DJ is infertile," he stated in a serious manner. "He had an accident when he was toddler, he wondered away from his parents and went to a trail which tractors use to go from one pasture to another. DJ found something like a metal plank and began playing with it. He put it on the side of the trail and waited for the tractors to run over it. By the way the level of the trail was higher than its sideway, so the metal plank thing was slanted. He went in reverse towards that thing, the lower end was right below the further end of his undercarriage. Maybe he was hoping that would fly if the plank hits him. He waited for the tractors to come, but none came so he fell asleep. He didn't even wake up to the sound of the stampede. His parents heard a sharp bang and found him unconscious on the ground further from the trail with a dented and cracked lower undercarriage," he explained but couldn't finish, since Yoana flinched in pain and begged him to stop the details. "He got everything fixed at the hospital, he's as good as new, but he became infertile as a result, end of story," finished the vivid green and purple tuner.
The DRH member and the car lady returned to their party.
"DJ, may I have a word with you privately," she asked the music enthusiast in a strange tone, still under the effects of the pain in the story.
The Reko-do's spatiated away from the remaining gang members.
"Is it true what Wingo said about you, that you're infertile," she enquired.
The male immediately looked towards Wingo, glaring daggers at him, the Gashi, having noticed this, shot him an innocent look. Then he looked back at Yoana and said, "It's true. And so is the accident, if he told you." He frowned and looked to the ground, saying, "Guess, I am not that appealing anymore."
The female, feeling some relief and a bit of extra energy, said, "Guess what? Do you want to know something unusual regarding this child topic about me? I don't like the idea of getting pregnant and am afraid of giving birth. If I were to get together with a male and want a child, I'd rather adopt," she announced then, rubbed her front fender against his.
"Then, I guess I am not less appealing to you," questioned DJ, widening half of his windscreen.
"You're not," she replied trying to comfort him. "Moreover not all males who can reproduce are fit to be fathers. Some can be abusive or neglecting to their wives and kids and some can be insensitive towards their emotional and spiritual needs, shrugging them off. I think an infertile male with a good character is better for a female than a male, with a bad character, who can have children. And if the male can't have children, but the couple wants to, there's adoption! I'd rather spend my life in a happy relationship than in a bad family!"
DJ, impressed by the female's words, rubbed his front fender against her's, the female reacted by giving back the gesture. The Reko-dos did not notice Wingo's disappointment-ridden face.