"Ooohh. YES... Fuck this feels good.." Sally moaned as she drive her hips back and fourth. Lightning held her hips in his hands and looked up at her glorious breasts. Her tan skin and soft blonde, long hair as he smiled. He smiled as he looked up into her pleasure filled eyes. "You like that, don't you?" He asked. Sally bit her lips moaning a "Mmhmm." Riding his hard member. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she did. Lightning groaned quietly and rubbed his hands up her sides. "I like when I make you cuss." He complimented.

Sally slowed asking "What do you mean?" Lightning snickered back. "When you really get into it you cuss. Haven't you noticed?" He chuckled. Sally giggled, shaking her head. "No!" Lightning smiled. "Well I like it. Let's me know I'm good enough." "Oh you are plenty good enough Lightning McQueen." She teased. Lightning stopped her and patted her but. "Alright. Get up. My turn." Sally happily pulled up and lifted her leg over him as she slid off. Lightning sat up, got on knees behind her and grabbed her hips, shoving his member back inside doggy style. Sally let out a yipe!

Lightning rubbed a hand up her back then shoved her face down into the bed sheets. Sally gripped the pillows above as Lightning began his thrust. "Oh!. Yes. Harder Lightning!" She cheered. Lightning happily grabbed a handful of her hair in one hand, her hips in the other and went in harder, faster. "Fuck!.. I'm going to cum." He announced. Sally giggled saying "That's the point baby.. I want you to cum baby. Cum all over me!" She begged! Lightning thrusted a few more times before pulling out before he came. "Not until you do." He explained.

He then shoved his fingers inside her and fingered her and rubbed her clit as he did. Easy and gently, making sure he rubbed her clit the right way. "Oh Lightning.. Yes... Yes! RIGHT THERE! FUCK! I'M CLOSE!" She screamed! Lightning pulled his fingers out, rubbing her clit as he shoved his member back in! "LIGHTNING!" She screamed as her insides pulsed in orgasm! Lightning thrusted in and out, in and out until he exploded! Pulling out and cumming all over her pinstripe tattoo!

Both panting in ecstacy. Sally fell onto her stomach. Lightning rolled over next to her in the bed. Looking at her with a smile. "You are the best I have ever had." He complimented. Sally snickered saying "Better be the only at this point." Lightning chucked smiling. "Well it would be pretty hard to bring another girl over sense we live together." He teased. Sally slapped his shoulder playfully. "Unless you want that?" He added. "What?""Another girl. A threesome." "No!" Sally laughed! "Do you want a threesome?" She asked. Lightning shrugged answering honestly. "Not really. Not a random one anyway. I'd love to see you in a threesome." Sally playfully slapped his shoulder again.

"What?" He asked. Sally snickered replying "Never gonna happen Stickers." "Hey, maybe in my dreams." He teased. Sally rolled her eyes then rolled over and pulled the blanket over them. Lightning helped and adjusted into a cuddling position. "I have to get up.." he griped quietly. Sally rubbed her hand across the soft motel sheets. "I know. You ready for the race?" She asked. Lightning sat up on his elbow answering "Are you kidding me? I can't wait for this race. First one of the season is always one of the wildest ones. That and the cup race." Sally sat up and kissed his lips.

When she began to pull away, Lightning stopped her by taking her face in his hands and rolling his tongue into her mouth. Sally moaned and smiled against his lips. "Watch yourself Mister.." she whispered. Lightning pulled away asking "Why? What'll happen?" "Something you don't have time to finish." She warned. Lightning chuckled quietly. "I'm so bragging to the guys about this." "About what? Sex?" Sally asked like it was a joke, but Lightning was serious.

"Yeah. Come on, it'll ruffle their feathers before the race. It's good fun." He explained. Sally snickered and lay back down. "Doc will scold you. Plus, it'll embarrass me." She admitted. Lightning got up out of bed and put on his underwear while asking "Why would it embarrass you?" "Because everyone will be staring at me.." "You are the first and only serious girlfriend of champion Lightning McQueen. Women always stare at you Sal. They want to be you." "Well my position is taken." She husked. Lightning chuckled quietly as he buttoned and zipped his pants. "I love you Sally." He cooed then leaned over and kissed her lips softly. It did make her smile again.

Lightning pulled a shirt over his head and grabbed his phone and wallet when Sally announced "I'll be over in an hour or so. I'm going to shower first." Lightning nodded and placed her pass on the table. "Okay. Just don't forget your pass this time." "That was one time. I won't this time." "Good. Cause I'll hold up the entire race waiting for you." He teased. Sally rolled her eyes. Lightning put on his shoes and gave his girl one last kiss before heading to the door. "Hey Stickers.." Sally called, stopping him. "Be careful out there. It's daytona.. Dangerous track. You know I worry." Lightning nodded replying. "I know you do. You worry too much Sal. I'm Lightning McQueen. I can handle it." He winked then went on his way to meet up with the rusteze team and head to the track...

Lightning walked into the lobby where he was quickly surrounded with ratzi, reporters, camera flashes, fans, etc. He took it like a champ. Smiling and waving as he blocked a few flashes from blinding him. Sheriff rushed over and grabbed Lightning's arm and pushed through the crowd and to the cab out front where Doc was already sitting in the back seat.

Lightning got in and waved goodbye to the fans as the cab drove away. Doc snickered with a smile. Awe, he remembered those days back when he was racing. Before his crash that is. "How you feeling Champ?" Doc asked his racer. Lightning smiled answering "Like I've already won." "Now what have I told you about acting cocky." Doc scolded. Lightning glared a bit answering "To not to.." "MMhmm." Doc growled. "Got a busy day after the race. Officials called a meeting for the drivers. Want to talk about one of you driving the C O T."

"The what now?" Asked Lightning. Doc sighed and explained. "The car of tomorrow. That's what they are calling it. It's the next gen race car. I'm actually very interested in it myself. Could change racing for the better." "Maybe.. But I like my Bolt and how it runs. Think I'm good with what I drive." "Well.. I would take a look at it at least. If the car passes well, it'll be the new standard, which means a new Bolt." Doc reminded. Lightning sighed and nodded. That meant lots of tuning, work, customs.. Less playtime really and learning how a new body pulled. Doc noticed it bothered Lightning some. "Hey, you good to race today, right?" he asked.

Lightning snickered answering "Oh yeah. Always ready." "Don't lie to me." "I'm not. A little tired I guess.. But I'm good." "Why are you tired? Didn't you get a full night's rest?" Doc asked. Lightning shrugged. "I did, just"-"(Sigh) Sally.." Doc growled. Lightning blushed and smiled stupidly. Doc snickered and smiled a bit. "You kids.." He griped playfully. "Can you blame me? But seriusly, don't you worry Doc. I'm Lightning McQueen, I can handle being a little tired." Doc raised a brow scolding. "One day, that little thing you say is going to catch up to you. This is Daytona kid. Tracks taken more lives than any other." Lightning knew this though and really didn't need to be reminded. "I know Doc. I'll be fine." He assured. Doc eyed him. Even if Lightning was a good driver, Doc would watch over him and make sure to do everything he could to keep the kid safe...

The cab pulled up to the track and Doc and Lightning met the rest of the team at the Rusteze tent. Rusty and Dusty quickly greeting Lightning with excitement! "Good morning kid!" Greeted Rusty. "Ready for a great racer?" Asked Dusty. Lightning crossed his arms answering with a smile. "I'm ready to win." "That's the stuff we like to hear!" Exclaimed Dusty witha chuckle. Rusty nodded agreeing then added. "You win and we think you will be driving the car of tomorrow." "Oh one can hope." Added Dusty. Lightning shrugged admiting "I mean sure. Sure.. I can, but.. I really like my old set up." "Really?" Asked Dusty. Lightning nodded.

"Yeah, the Bolt has got me here, right?" Lightning reminded. Rusty and Dusty glanced at eahc other then Rusty said. "Yeah, but times are changing Light. Faster cars." "Safer cars. Gotta be safe out there." Dusty reminded. Lightning agred with that. Besides, he had a real reason to come home after the races these days.

"Alright." Continued Doc now. "Suit up, get the car out and head to the track. Earn some good points witha few laps and then qualify. Might go check out the rookies to. Be good for your image." Lightning nodded saying "Yeah. Maybe I can give them a few pointers." Then headed to the trailer. Changing into the Crimson red suit with the black 95 on it. HIs Radiator Springs scheme printed over the chest of the suit...

The loud race car pulled up into the 95 pits and Lightning shut it off. As he got out of the window, Cal stood in the pits right in front. Crossing his arms and asking "Well, well, well. Look who finally showed up." Lightning smiled replying. "Sorry. I was a little busy having vigerous sex. What were you doing before the race? Have a playe of poched egg?" He joked. Cal glared snapping "Hey! Eggs are a healthy breakfast and fast and cheap. Sally know you go around talking like that?" "Awe, don't be jealous Cal. Some of us are just better equipped in the morning." He winked. Cal curled his lips. "I do not want to know these things.." "You ladies done?" Bobby asked as he approched. Wearing his dark purple suit and pulling down his shades.

Lightning snickered then greeted "How you doin Bobby?" "Me? Good. Because I'm about to win a race." He answered. Lightning rolled his eyes. "Question really is, are you two girls ready to lose?" He asked. Cal and Lightning disagreed. Cal saying "I actually have a pretty good chance of winning. I did win last years cup." He reminded. Lightning nodded admitting "Yeah, I let you. I didn't want you to feel too bad about not having one yet." Cal glared growling "Not funny." "I thought it was." Said Bobby. Cal glared at his friends. Lightning then asked "Hey, where's uh.. Kate?" To Bobby.

Bobby shrugged answering "Oh we broke up." "Again?" Asked Lightning. Cal snickered and griped "Are you really surprised. This guy can't keep a girlfriend for his life." "HEY!" Snapped Bobby. "I could. I just have very high standards." "No you don't.." "You're right, I don't." Bobby laughed as he lay a hand on Cal's shoulder.

Lightning then asked "HOw many rookies are there this year again?" Cal thought a moment before answering "I think three." "OH! We should give'em a little scare!" Added Bobby. Cal's brows lowered. "No. Tony and Kyle will do that for us." "Yeah.. Kyle races dirty.. In a sneaky way." said Bobby. Lightning nodded saying "Well, there's something we all agree on." "That guy is the Rookie killer." "Who? Tony?" Asked Cal. Bobby shouting "BOTH OF THEM! NO rookie stands a chance against those two. Kyle will wreck them and iof you piss Tony off, he'll literally get out his car just to punch you." "He's not joking." Said Lightning.

Cal shook his head growling "I hate racers like them.. Make the sport dangerous.." "I hope they come at me. I'll put them in place!" Exclaimed Bobby. Lightning shook his head saying "Better not.. Best to stay out of their way.." "WHAT!? Nope." Bobby snapped. "I ain't letting some angry, road raging, drivers get in my way of a few points. They can suck it!" Cal glared and Lightning rolled his eyes. "Well, Doc wants me to throw some laps out and gain some points." "Alright, go ahead Princes.. I have a little thing to do.." Bobby said suspiciously. Cal didn't like that and asked "What thing?" "Just gonna tease Kyle a bit." "Bobby..." Cal griped. Lightning cocked his head asking "Should we be worried?" Cal shook his head assuring "I got him, don't worry about it. Go snag some points McQueen." Cal and Bobby then walked away. Leaving Lightning to the track...

"Good evening race fans! Today marks the first of many races for the new season." announced Daryl. Bob nodded adding "And next week, and winner of this race gets to race the car of tomorrow!" "WOOH! I'm excited about this one Bob! They say this new car's primary design is safety innovations, performance and competition. of course cost goes into it as well." Bob nodded adding "Fun fact Daryl, the cars we see on the track now, still have the same designs of the cars of Earnhardt Senior, The King's brother Adam, and Roper." "May they all rest in peace to. They all died for the sport they loved." "Some on this track.." "Which is why this gen five is so important to so many drivers and their families." Replied Daryl. Bob nodded in agreement.

"Let's get this race started race fans! After all, you came here to see the greats, not debates." Daryl chuckled and nudged his friend saying "Good one Bob. So we have three large competitors out here today. Lightning McQueen is coming in strong as always and I can't wait to see what tricks he has up his sleeves this season." Bob nodded adding "Let's not forget Weathers. He did win last season's cup." "And Bobby Swift is chasing these to down Bob." "And we have three new racers joinin gus this season. Jason Larrs, Beckham Gearly, and Hank Wannabe." "Kyle sure isn't going to make it easy fro them three." "No he won't. He wouldn't be Kyle without it." "Hey, they don't call him and Tony the rookie killers for nothin. But it's all just friendly competition." Daryl winked."..

"Okay.. Speed... I am Speed. Faster than fast, quuicker than quick. I am Lightning."

McQueen, poll position.

200 laps to go.

Rookie Gearly moving up to 28th.

Kyle makes his way to 3rd behind Swift and McQueen.

Gorvette moves up three positons in turn three.

191 laps to go.

Kyle moves up, he's behind McQueen.

Tony moving up getting closer to the leaders.

Gorvette has Rookie, Larrs, hot on his tail. Boy, that's a handful.

186 laps to go.

Trouble down the back stretch! Including two cars. Martin and Rookie, Wannabe.

Yellow flag.

"You alright Martin?" Asked Martin's coach. Camera zoomed into the yellow car that was just sitting still in the infield. white steam coming from the front left of the car. "Tore the car up.. A lot of front.." The driver replied. "Just sit tight.. We can asses damage later." "Yeah.."

Martin, out of the race. Looks like Wannabe and Martin were coming into the same track strip at different angles. Don't think Wannabe thought he was coming in that hot and just hit nose to nose of Martin's car. Rookie mistake. Hate that for Martin though. He was coming in ninth in points so far. You know he's upset. Rookie mistake on Wannabe's part. Can't avoid it once you close up on another driver. Luckily, Dave was quick to avoid and stopped this from being a bad wreck. Could have been bad.

180 laps to go.

Kyle a little pissed off. He knew it. He said a Rookie would screw up today and he was right.

Yellow flag, Gorvette bumps wall, tire blew out. Almost makes it to pits without bumping into anything. The car turns last second down as he slows and rear ends the side wall outside the pits. A little rear end damage, but I think he's going to keepn racing it.

172 laps to go.

Weathers moves up to 8th, then back down by three positions.

Tony moves to 4th and McQueen is PASSED by Kyle!

160 laps to go.

Kyle is not going to just let McQueen take the lead back. You know that'll be a good, fun battle to watch.

Kasey goes from 19th to 20th there.

OH BIG PROBLEMS DOWN THE BACK STRETCH! Big problems headed down turn number three. A lot of cars involved! Yellow flag. Rudy is in that, Gorvette is in that, Dave is in there. You see Weathers and Zuckerman and Junior got caught up as well! Smoke just pouring out of Juniors car there as he heads to the pits. Guys, we talk about this all the time. Daytona is just a common ground for accidents and especially coming out of the back stretch. Drivers often have meetings to discuss technique in and out of there even. This is why the car of tomorrow is so important. This race right here, proves it.

Cars going inside, outside, inside and outside. You have a small accident then smoke flies and you can't see. You just running blind as you come in hot and hope for the best. You just can't see what you are going to be driving into. You see the replay here.. Looks like Weathers' car gets tapped by Zuckerman which sent the rear of 43 into Junior's and it's just a chain reaction there. These cars sometimes.. If you aren't dead straight when you bump drift someone.. You can just turn someone around. Not a whole lot you can do once that wreck, that chain starts. Everyone seems to be okay. See there Kasey squared off and it tapped into Gorvette and that just started the next wreck and the next. It's just that chain reaction. One after another as the window closes up. Man that put Weathers and Zuckerman all the way down to 28th. They ain't happy.

Lightning looked back then asked "Cal okay?" Doc answering with "He's fine. You just keep your eyes on Kyle, Tony and Swift."

149 laps to go.

Racers are coming back in, but once you wreck these cars, they just don't run the same. There goes Kurt into in Larrs! Kurt goes onto the field and there goes his splitter. I'll be surprised id Kurt contiues after that one. Today is just.. Not a good day for racing it seems.

"You alright in there?" Asked Kurt's Coach. Kurt turned his car around and began heading to the pits. "Yeah.. Front end is down to the cords guys. I'm out.."

And just like that, another racer wil not finish today's race. Kurt will be joining Martin.. In the pits. You know this just pisses Kyle off more and more. Well, it was no rookie mistake this time. Kurt turned just a smidge to much outward which bumped him into Larrs. Larrs is lucky. He could have very well been finished out there too.

Sally looked up at Doc with concern in her face. Doc knew she was worried. Today was just turning out to be a wreck, literally. Doc sighed and looked out for Lightning though. He always would. Doc would as long as he was breathing and able.

140 laps to go.

Cars resatarting and settling in.

132 laps to go.

Larrs and Gearly moving up.

Tony chasing down Swift hard. Passes Swift and takes third, settling behind McQueen.

Tony battling to keep third from Swift.

125 laps to go.

The closer we get to the end, the crazier these guys race.

118 laps to go.

OH AND THERE IT IS! Tony keeping Swift from taking third back and Swift nudges him just right. Tony hits the wall, loding third position to Swift. He's okay though. Good driving and safe comrads saved this one. Tony getting passed by several drivers. He is not happy. Tony hitting that throttle and settling in at 16th. He is not happy. I'd be scared if I was Swift. You know Tony is coming for him after this race.

Lightning looked back at Swift and shook his head. That was a little dirty and Bobby knew it. "Idiot.. " Lightning muttered to himself. "What's that?" Asked Doc. "Oh. Nothing. Bad move from Bobby is all." "You don't worry about Bobby driving like that. You just watch Kyle. He's the one you have to worry about." Doc reminded.

Larrs, moves up to 10th after that. The rookie is doing quite well for his first race. Race isn't over yet and we have three serious drivers in the lead. Kyle in first. Followed by McQueen and Tony moving up two positions. He is chasing Swift down and trying to catch back up to those leaders. This should be good.

100 laps to go.

Wannabe moves to 20th and Weathers to 22nd. "GO CAL!" shouts loving wife Megan.

Junior moves up passing Gorvette.

Rookie Gearly moves in right behind Tony. Keep an eye on that. Tony won't be passed up by some rookie and we all know it, Gearly knows it.

95 laps to go, and Kyle holding a strong lead.

Junior moving up into 26th now. That car just ain't driving the same as it was.

Leaders have some touching!

Lightning bumps the rear end of Kyle gently.

Kyle knows McQueen is a serious racer and he will put on a show for the fans. Doesn't he always?

Doc watched closely and warned. "Let off kid. Kyle will brake you if you keep rubbing him wrong." "I.." Lightning paused. He knew he should lsiten to Doc rather than do his own thing. Lightning sighed and let off thew gas. Letting Kyle have some room.

80 laps to go.

Swift and McQueen side by side.

"Hold your position." Doc ordered. Lightning glanced inside at Swift. Hitting the gas hard! Swift and McQueen side by side, back and fourth. "Not yet kid. Wait." Doc instructed. Lightning chuckled saying "Relax, it's just Bobby. Should be fun." Doc snickered with a small smile on his face. Bobby and Lightning were friends after all.

50 laps to go.

Swift passes Mcqueen and cutts him off in turn two, taking second behind Kyle.

Tony chasing them down as he moves into tenth.

"Let's keep this Clean." Bobby's coach ordered through the headset. Bobby rolled his eyes replying. "I always race clean man. Just gonna show this rookie killer what it's like to be pushed." "Bobby.. Please don't." Begged his coach, but he knew the racer wouldn't listen.

Bobby tried passing Kyle outside, but Kyle blocked.

20 laps to go.

Bobby tries passing Kyle inside, but Kyle blocks again.

"Come on!" Yelled Bobby! Lightning watched as he drafted Bobby's car for a while.

Swift having trouble passing Kyle here.

Bobby went left, right, left, blocked each time by Kyle's tecniques. Doc didn't like what he was seeing and said "Let off Kid. Let Bobby and Kyle have their fun. With any luck you can sling shot around while they're distracted." "You got it." Replied Lightning happily. Lightning let off and have the leaders some room. Bobby noticed and knew that meant McQueen was waiting for a pass, but right now, he didn't care. This was between him and Kyle at the moment,

14 laps to go.

Kasey moves into 5th, Tony right behind in 6th.

Rookie Gearly moves into 8th and Weathers moves up four positions with Gorvette and Junior on his tail.

10 laps to go and Kyle holding the lead with Swift trying to make a pass on him.

Bobby swings right, Kyle blocks. "NO! This is not gonna happen! Let's see how you like that little signiture move of your's." Bobby growled as he dodged inside and gave Kyle some room to move.

Swift moving up next to Kyle.

8 laps to go.

Swift guns it, but can't gain ahead. He lets off and tries to slingshot it around the other side of Kyle, his nose tapping, touching the rear right corner of Kyle's car and Kyle slides nose first into the wall! Swift driving ahead and taking first! Kyle's driver door into the wall! He is out! He is out of the race! Swift slows as he is just shocked at what he caused. His sponsors will not be happy with that move. Neither will Kyle. McQueen and Tony taking advantage and gun it down the Strip!

Lightning slowed and looked over at Bobby as their cars drove side by side. Lightning held up a thumbs up and Bobby looked over giving him the thumbs up. Lightning nodded and gunned it!

4 laps to go.

Tony takes lead, followed by McQueen in 2nd, Kasey in 3rd and Swift bumps down to 7th. That's gotta hurt!

Final lap!

Tony wins the first race of the season! McQueen 2nd, Kasey third!

Bobby Swift takes 9th and Cal Weathers takes 10th...

Bobby walked with Cal to his trailer. cal scolding a bit. "That was a bad move Bobby." "Nothing Kyle ain't done to a rookie." Bobby defended. Cal sighed. He knew there was no actual arguing with his friend over this. Lightning caught up after a few pictures asking Bobby, "What were you thinking out there? You had second." "YEAH! I KNOW! I messed up. It was a small mistake." Bobby reminded. and it was really. A small, simple mistake. The three headed towards Bobby's trailer when out of now where, Kyle jumped Bobby from the side, punching Bobby in the left cheek of the face!

Bobby fell to the ground hard! Kyle jumping right on top of him and rearing back, hitting Bobby right in the face again! Cal and Lightning stepping in and both grabbing one of Kyle's arms each. "GET OFF ME!" Kyle yelled! "You suck Bobby!" Kyle yelled! Bobby wiped his face of the spit that escaped his mouth as he sat up. Lightning and Cal holding Kyle back. Kyle wiggled loose snapping "Let me go! I'm cool! I'm cool guys.." He assured and calmed down, taking a deep breath. As Cal and Lightning were about to let Kyle go, Bobby got up and snapped "Well I'm not!" And reared back and punched Kyle back in the face! Knocking Kyle down with himself on top of him. Kyle used his legs to wrap around Bobby and hold them closer and wrapped his arms around Bobby's neck and shoulders. Pulling him closer and down so he couldn't rear back and lay anymore punches.

Lightning sighed and he and Cal stared at each other. Cal asked "What do we do?" Lightning shrugged answering "Let officials handle them.." Bobby growled and snapped at Kyle saying "Funny how you can't take your own shit out there!" "Funny how it only took you a few years to grow a pair Bobby!" "When I get free, your dead!" "I'm stronger than you Swift!" "NOt really Kyle!" Bobby snarled back. Both were acting ridiculous.

cal tapped Bobby's shoulders saying "Come on Bobby.. Just stop." Kyle adding in with "Yeah Bobby. Just apologize and admit you shouldn't be racing." "I'm a better racer than you!" Boby growled! "SO how come you don't have any cups!" Kyle snapped back! Lightning then stepped in and said "Brake it up guys. This is stupid." Kyle was loosing grip as he snarled back "Shut up McQueen! Unless you want to be next! Apologize Bobby!" "NEVER!" Shouted Bobby! The two rolled over and Kyle on top, began punching Bobby! Lightning grabbed Kyle's arm as he reared back again. Bobby blocked his face and peaked up.

Kyle's brows lowered as he was angry at Lightning for stopping his rage fit. Kyle stood up and grabbed Lightning's wrist with his free hand snarling "I am stronger than you." Lightning just stared, eyeing Kyle's eyes. Kyle snickered and stepped over Bobby and began using his strength and pushing Lightning's arm back while squeazing his wrist back. Lightning's expression changed. Kyle was stronger than him. Then Kyle's coach came up and grabbed Kyle's arms saying "Come on man. Don't do this to yourwself. You don't want ot be the guy who beats up Nascar's golden boy.." That name stuck out to Lightning.

The coach got Kyle to let go of Lightning rather easily and began taking Kyle to his own trialer. Kyle did turn and snap at Lightning, "Not over McQueen. Even Nascar's golden boy is no match for me on the track! And you're dead Swift! You won't make it in the next racing like that!" As he walked off with his coach.

Cal frowned and stared. Bobby stood up and "HA! That's right! Cry! Run away to your trailer baby!" Lightning's brows lowered as he mumbled. "Golden boy? What does that mean? What was that about?" He asked. Cal shrugged answering "Could mean anything.." Bobby wiped his bruised face answering "It mean you are untouchable to racers like thar now. You are the face of nascar McQueen. Must be an honor really." Cal shook his head saying "I'm not so sure about that Bobby.. Think it makes McQueen a target rather than untouchable." "Wait.. Kyle is going to wreck me.. Isn't he?" Lightning asked. Bobby shook his head saying "Kyle don't stand a chance against you McQueen. Thanks for the help by the way, but I had it under control." Cal glared griping "Oh yeah.. We could tell.." with sarcasm in his voivce then "Don't we have a meeting about the car of tomorrow to attend?" Lightning nodded then waved his friends on saying "Yeah, come on. We don't want to be late to that.."...

"Welcome everyone!" Began the man in charge of the new race car design. All the drivers and a few coaches, including Doc, and some crew members sat and listened to the man on the stage. "Today was rough, wasn't it? Which is exactly why we intend on this new car of tomorrow to be the new safety standard for all teams. We know you drivers have seen a lot of cars and designs and heard different things, but none like this! I assure you. I give you the car... Of tomorrow!" He exclaimed then revealed the new design on a screen behind him. "Much boxier than your use to, I know. But think! Just.. Imagine.. A car that cost less for your team to make and takes less time to tune to your liking. A car with additional chassis safety, a car with a changeable body and wider wheel base. The car of the future is this!

After the death of Dale Earnhardt, may he rest in peace, it was apparent that cars needed newer and safer designs. For the past eight years, I have been designing and testing that car. With the president of the sport backing me up, we feel that we have finally done it. Some features include the driver seat being moved four inches towards the center, the roll cage pushed back by three inches towards the rear, the car itself is two inches taller and four inches wider to create a larger crumple zone to absorb all the energy upon impact. Also added new impact foam into the sides of the car and also an adjustable splitter has replaced the reinforced plastic in the low front of the car to produce down force. The exhaust now exists towards the passenger side rather than the driver so we can keep that heat away from the driver as much as possible. The tank cell is made of a thicker metal now with two minor flaws.. A smaller tank.. Which does mean a few more pit stops. Sorry guys. And a heavier chassis.. Which means some drivers might be to heavy to drive the car now.." He apologized.

A lot of the racers and teams didn't like hearing that part. "The car features an easy detachable wing that will help reduce airborne accidents. It also has a new front bumper with gapped to help reduce faults at higher speeds and slow down the car when needed." One rookie raised his hand which made a few drivers laugh at him. But the man on stage welcomed the question the rookie had. "Did you just say this car is going to be slower?" "Um.. Yes. This car is intended to put safety first, speed second." The man answered. Another racer spoke up saying "Won't a detachable wing just mean more debris on the track?" He asked.

The man sighed and explained "Well it will be useful for drag and draft and reduce the chances of you going airborne. The wing should not and will not just fall off in the middle of a race." "Right.. Pretty sure if I hit a tail wing at two hundred and five, my car is getting sliced dead." "It does have a reinforced and thicker windshield. We also changed it to a more.. Upright position." "Wait.. You're saying you changed the windshield? How is that safer?" Cal asked actually. The man smiled answering "Means the windshield shouldn't cave in during a rollover. Safer." The man assured.

A lot of drivers were skeptical. They had a right to be really. They were use to driving their vehicles and use to the way they ran and customer. The president of the sport stepped up and spoke up saying. "Tony, you will be the first to drive the car of tomorrow. Within the next few months, I expect all of you drivers to be driving them as well. They are in production as we speak. No car will be special. Speaking with my fellow partners, we have decided to put into law new rules and regulations to keep our drivers safer and keep the competition even and closer together. The cars will now have limiters and will not be allowed to exceed a speed over two hundred miles per hour. These cars will all be checked twice a week under inspection. Once when they arrive on sight. And again before qualifying. This is to insure that no car is to... Radical for the sport itself. All drivers will be in charge of evening out weight distribution to their own vehicle chassis. Either by losing or gaining weight on the car and cage or of themselves physically. Drivers will also be wearing the new, gen 5 race suits."

Lightning stood up and spoke saying "I'm sorry to interrupt.. But did you just call a fast car.. To radical for the sport? And why are you putting a limit on speed? This is racing. Speed is everything. And telling us to lose weight if the car is deemed to heavy? You can't be serious." Every racer was listening.

The older gentleman sighed then answered "Mr... McQueen. Such an honor to have you race for us. I've heard you have been deemed the uh golden boy of racing." All the other racers looked at him. Some just looking, some with jealous spite, some with hate, judging. Lightning blushed a bit and smiled awkwardly. "Yea, well.. I.. Wouldn't exactly call myself that, but.. Um.." he paused as some guy in a suit approached the president and whispered something into the man's ear. Whatever it was, it made the old man smile happily.

"Mr. McQueen, Lightning. I want to talk to you privately when this meeting is over please." One other driver whistled saying "Somebody's in trouble." A few other drivers snickered and laughed quietly. Lightning glanced back at Doc then back to the president answering "Yes sir.." and sat down. Cal patted Lightning's shoulder, but Lightning pulled away from him. The president then stepped back down and let the designer describe a few more alterations that were within the new race car before the meeting was over with...

Once the meeting was over with, everyone began to leave. Except for Lightning and Doc. Sally even joined them mid meeting anyway, so she stayed to. Once it was just Lightning and his girlfriend and coach. The president of the sport and one of his reps walked up and sat in a seat in front of Lightning.

"Am I in trouble?" asked Lightning. The P resident chuckled answering, "No, you aren't in trouble. We just need to talk racing." The man smiled. Lightning snickered and joked. "Well that's my language Sir." The man smiled and nodded saying "Good." Sally and Doc listened quietly from the back of the tent as the man continued."You are a talented racer Lightning." "Uh.. Thanks Sir. You know that means a lot coming from the president of the sport." The man nodded. "You have your... Own style of racing." "Well.. I guess so, sure." Lightning agreed.

The man nodded again then sighed. "It has to stop." Lightning's brows lowered. "What do you mean?" "No more backwards driving, no peek a boo with other cars, no airborne stunts, no fancy maneuvers, no more flashing that dam sticker on track. I'm surprised it hasn't blinded anyone yet really. You have made a mockery of the sport." "What? No! I have not! I would never"-"This is racing son, not a circus, not a stunt driving competition. This is not the place to show off what you can do." Lightning quickly stood up and got defensive, "It's not my fault I can race better than everyone else out there!" "The point of this new car is to make racing safer! I can't do that if one of the drivers out there race like they own the track! You want to race, start racing like everybody else Lightning." The man said as he stood up.

Lightning was angry. "You want to talk driving safe?! Kyle and Tony are known as Rookie killers! Johnson has wrecked more than me! Chick was a hazard, but I am not! I do not wreck racers!" "True.. But you do cause distractions and that causes accidents and that is a hazard." "And what if I don't?" Lightning asked. The president sighed and placed his hands on his hips as Lightning asked again. "What if I refuse to race like some average joe? You can not fire me, one of your biggest names out there for just racing better. You would be sending yourself to the slaughter." "You are reckless Lightning. It's not about you, it's about the safety of the other racers. It's about me holding my word. If I promise to make things safer and one driver makes that impossible, what do you seriously expect me to do? Start driving straight. Be predictable." "Predictable? You want me to be predictable?"

The man that sat next to the president spoke up saying "I think he means adjustable.. Look, it's very simple... You're racing style is juvenile. Tighten it up and become safer or you won't race." "You can't fire me." Lightning growled. The president nodded agreeing. "You are right and I won't. But I can flag you enough and take points away so that you'll be out of the cup." He warned. Lightning stared at the man, the authority over the sport.

"I hope you can reason.. I hope you understand." Said the president. Lightning frowned a bit and glanced down before nodding. "Yes Sir.. I understand." Sally couldn't believe this. This was wrong! The president smiled. "Good. I hate putting a leash on you and holding you back Lightning, but I can't let it slide much more.. You had your fun. Now time to race like a champion and not a teenager. By the way.. Tony might have won and will be racing the gen 5 next week... But you are the face of the sport. I want to meet ahead before the race coming and talk business deals with you and your team. Everyone looks up to you and it's time you put that image to good use."

Lightning raised a brow. "What do you mean?" He asked. The man snickered answering "We'll talk next week Lightning. Good race today." Patting Lightning on the shoulder. "I TRUST that I'll see some adjustments in your racing starting next week as well." He added before he and his associate headed out.

Sally's jaw dropped. "This isn't right. He can't do that, can he Doc?" She asked. Doc sighed answering "He is president of the sport. He and the officials make the rules.." Lightning shook his head then asked "What does he mean by time I put that image to use Doc?" Doc shrugged. "Not sure, but we'll find out next week. You just let me do most the talkin. You just drive." "I can do that." Replied Lightning. "Good. Well.. I'm headed to the motel before the long drive home tomorrow. You two be careful. Don't get into trouble." "Oh we won't." Sally assured as Doc left. Lightning sighed asking "You think it's true?" "What?" Asked Sally. Lightning sighed continuing "That I'm the.. Golden boy. Image of racing?" "Well.. You are pretty like-able by a large range of people. I mean even fans that aren't your's, like you." It did have Lightning thinking.

Sally grinned her hands over his chest and fixed his hair back as she continued. "Plus.. You are the first and only rookie rather racer to give up the cup. Your humble. Most of the time. And that's what people like about you. You race for truth, have dignity. A heart. While some.. Race for glory and fame and don't care what it cost." She adjusted the velcro around his neck, loosening it as she eyed his lips. Lightning smiled as he gazed down on her. "You want to kiss me, don't you?" He asked happily. Sally nodded answering "Yes, very much so." "Well come here." Lightning chuckled as he grabbed her ass and pulled her close in one Swift yank. Kissing her deeply with passion under the tent lights.

"Now," Sally began. "Why don't I go get some celebratory drinks and meet you at the rusteze trailer?" Lightning smiled and nodded. "That sounds nice." Sally smiled back and slowly walked away saying "See you soon then Stickers." And winked.

Sally walked out and headed towards the area where a few beverage vendors were still open. Walking a little ways behind two men she began overhearing a conversation that grabbed her attention.

"I'm just afraid that we won't sell the gen 5 Sir." Said the man walking with the other. Sally glanced over and saw it was the two from the tent. She was suspicious and part of her wanted to give the president and his companion a piece of her mind after what they enforced with Lightning. So she quietly followed.

"It'll sell." Assured the president. The other man did not seem satisfied enough as he replied. "Sure it will... Just.. As I stated back there, we had a huge opportunity with McQueen racing the gen 5 next week." "But Tony won." "Right.. So maybe consider fusing the two teams together for a few races?.. Just for a few months. That way we put McQueen in a gen 5 as well." The president sighed and replied, "Bill... I have already thought this through. Doing that would make it look like I have no faith in my racers. And I can't do that to Tony. Let me remind you that because of your statistics, I just told one of the greatest racers we have in this sport to basically fuck off." He was miffed at that.

Bill nodded and continued. "Yes.. I know and I hate that to.. But.. Look.. Tony is a good racer. A great one really. But he is.. Rough. What if he wrecks someone in the gen 5 next week or over the next couple months? What if the gen 5 loses? Over and over? I mean the car is statistically going to lose a few times.. It's heavier and slower. It's made to"-"To keep the driver safe." The president growled. Bill frowned and remained silent a moment.

"What is your point Bill?" President asked. Bill sighed saying "McQueen is an excellent racer. And if the car loses because he's just.. Good or because other racers are good at their jobs.. You may not get the sponsors on board." "The car is cheaper to make. They'll get on board. Look, relax Bill. After what you told me, I have already thought a few strategies to make the car look better. To make it seem my faith is in that new car and not the drivers." "How?" Asked Bill. The president chuckled answering "I just do what I have done on occasion.. We stage the race."

Sally's eyes widened. Stage the race? "Stage the race?.." Asked Bill. The president nodded explaining. "I write McQueen a large check and stage the race. I have done it a few times before for other reasons. You know this." Bill frowned a bit replying. "Right.. Of course.. Business first Sir."... As they walked away, Sally stood in the shadows thinking. They were going to stage the race. "I got to tell Lightning." She whispered aloud then took off to try and meet up with Lightning.

Running through the trailer yard as she made her way through the small crowds and teams, running right into Lightning himself! "Oomph!" She backed up. Lightning turned to her and smiled. "There you are! Was wondering if you might have gotten lost or something." He joked. Sally frowned. Staring and thinking of exactly how to brake the news to her boyfriend.

He saw it to. He saw it in her face. "What?.. Are you okay?" No answer. "Sal?.. What's wrong?" Lightning asked softly. Sally sighed answering "I heard the President and.. Bill I guess talking.. They want to stage next weeks race." "What?.." Lightning asked in disbelief. Sally nodded saying "I heard them Lightning.. They want to write you a check and stage the race.." Lightning shook his head replying "No. NO, you must of misunderstood. They haven't staged races ion years. They don't do that anymore." He turned and began to walk away when sally stopped him calling "Who are you going to believe? Me or them?" Lightning turned back towards sally. Obvious answer. "You.. I'll always believe you Sally.. Just.." He paused and sighed. "They really said that?" He asked. Sally nodded. She hated it to.

Lightning took a deep breath and nodded then began headed to find them. Sally tried stopping as she followed saying "Lightning I don't think you should handle this.. Not while you're already upset and maybe this is something we take to Doc first.. I mean we have the week to think about this.." "No one stages a race anymore sal. It's.. It's just wrong and I won't play a part in it." He snapped and continued after the president and Bill to really talk now. This was serious. Lightning didn't want to be part of some staged race. He would never do that. Or at least he didn't want to be.

Lightning, along with Sally, caught up to the two men and Lightning called out "Mr. President! Wait up!' The two men stopped and turned and waited for Lightning to get closer. "Lightning? Look, if you want to discuss your style racing, we can sometime next week." said Bill. Lightning shook his head and got to it really. "Is it true that you want to stage next week's race?" Bill sighed and rolled his eyes growling "Dammit.." The president only gave Lightning a sort of firm and scolding like glare and said "We will talk next week Lightning." Lightning snapping back with "No Sir. You can talk to me here, now. Talk to me now." The President and Bill glanced at each other. Both seemed a little annoyed. The president nodded and admitted. "It's being taken into serious consideration Lightning." Lightning's brows lowered. "What is exactly being taken into consideration?.."

The president answered honestly to the racer. "The gen 5 needs to look good in the next couple of races, but you might damage the product." Bill then spoke up saying "Look, you are the one truly gaining here! Sure, you may not get the glory and the trophy and fancy ribbons, but you.. You get the, the, the very large paycheck to you and possibly your team members. As a team that runs on mostly hopes and dreams.. I think you would be very grateful for the opportunity laid out for you." Lightning figured it out easily. "You want me to lose?.." The racer asked. "On purpose?" Bill shrugged and said "Well.. Don't think of it like that. You just.. You have to look at it as you are contributing to the growth in racing safety." The president stepping in saying how it is though. "We want Tony to win as he will be the one driving the car and we want you to help him win with as much discretion as possible."

Lightning was angry. "No. No, I won't be part of some staged race." "You will when you see the offer." Said the President. Lightning snickered saying "I doubt it." The president smiled a bit. "I like you Lightning. All that fearless attitude. It's a good trait to have in this job setting. Bill, hand me a check." He ordered. Bill took out a wallet and a pen from the shirt pocket and handed them to his Boss. The President then asked Lightning, "Now.. Does your team pay weekly to monthly or yearly winnings?" "Weekly..." Lightning answered in a low tone of voice. The man then used Bill's shoulder to write on then ripped off the paper and held it out for Lightning to take. Lightning glared as he took the check. Glancing over it, the price was a lot.

-$300,000.00-

"There. That should be a little less than your team would get if you won the cup this year? Right?" Asked the President. Lightning stared at the check in disbelief. "And all you want me to do is?..." Lightning questioned. Bill spoke up answering as he put away the checkbook and pen. "Don't win and help protect Tony. Help Tony win the next couple of races, but do it in a way that makes it look.. Like it's not happening. Like Tony is just a good racer." "Just until everyone is driving one of these gen fives. Then you can go back to racing how you race and winning as racing's golden boy." Assured the President of the sport. Lightning stared at the check then glanced at sally. She was standing there, quietly. Lightning looked back at the check then up to the two men. The president saying "Money has a way of changing people."

Lightning looked at the check. This just reminded him too much of things that had happened. Staged races.. Valve and that stupid impala he was set up to fail in..Carl and his betrayal.. Lightning looked back up to the two men and said. "I.. This is a.. Horrible offer. No offense to you and.. This, but.." Lightning paused and ripped the check in half. "I can't do it.. I don't race for the money.. Sir, I never even got paid my rookie year.. I race because I.. I'm a racer. It's.. Me, it's.. In a sense, in my blood. I worked hard to become who I am and I won't damage my name so you can have a desirable race car.. I'm sorry..." He apologized and dropped the check on the ground.

Bill picked it up. The president sighed and nodded. "I understand.. Bill come on." Bill and the President walked away, but not before the president added one thing that hurt and stuck. "It wouldn't be the first staged race Lightning. Just ask your crew chief.. He knows more than you think, I guarantee it.." The two men left. Sally grabbed onto Lightning's arm asking "What did he mean by that?" Lightning shook his head answering "I don't know.. But I'm going to find out..."...

Lightning walked into the garage where his team was and the car. Luige and Guido having a drink, Sheriff leaning on a bench table as he and Filmore were chatting. Doc was in the corner, cleaning up some tools when Lightning and Sally came in. Lightning was rude and quick to ask. "Were you a part of any staged races?" Everyone fell silent and stared at the old doctor, judge, racer. Quiet and listening as they just thought there was no way.

"Were you!?" Lightning asked rudely and loudly. Doc sighed and looked around the room as he stood up and put down the tool and rag in his hands. "Sheriff.. Why don't you and the others clear out.. Think Lightnin and I should talk privately.." Lightning only became more angry. "Why!? YOu been hiding more secrets to this day still!?" Doc sighed. Sally placed her hand on Lightning's shoulder, but he pulled away and walked up, closer to Doc and whined a bit asking "Tell me you never did. Tell me you did not take part in any staged races Doc.." Doc frowned. The answer was clear. He had and he was ashamed of it.

It hurt Lightning. Doc was his idle! Lightning wanted to be like The Hudson Hornet one day, but this.. This hurt. "...Why?.." Lightning muttered quietly. "Was it for money? Because I thought you raced for the love of the sport!" Lightning snapped! Doc frowned and as everyone stared. Sheriff cleared his throat and finally began to clear out the garage.

It took a moment. Doc standing there quietly in shame as Lightning glared at the man in anger and hurt. Once everyone was outside, including Sally, Doc took a deep breath and answered the young racer by admitting. "I won't get into detail.. But.. There have been a few staged races in my days.." Lightning was furious. Broken maybe even. "And you took the money?" Lightning asked. Doc nodded answering "I took the money.." Lightning shook his head in disgust really. Doc then explained. "Times were hard back then.. My team needed the money, I needed the money.." But Lightning didn't seem to change emotion.

"Why is this coming up?" Doc asked. Lightning sighed. "They want me to.. help sell this gen five race car.. Stage a few races.." "So it's not about a person? It's about the car of tomorrow?" "Yeah.." "They messed up trying to get you to believe in something that you don't believe in kid. But if that car is everything they are saying it is, I would consider it." "What?.." Lightning couldn't believe what he had just heard Doc suggest!

"Are you serious!?" Lightning asked in a whiny way. Doc nodded and explained. "If this car is as safe as they say, you, the other racers need this. It will save lives Lightning." "And what about my dignity?" Lightning snarled. Doc's brows lowered as he scolded "It's not dignity, it's pride! And to that, I say swallow your dam pride down! If they are asking you to.. Help them sell a safer car, I would think you would. Didn't you lose a brother to racing? What if this car saves someone else's brother? What are they asking you to do?" Doc asked. Lightning crossed his arms answering "Let the gen five win.. Help Tony look good driving it.." Doc snickered saying "So lose. They just want you to ease up off Tony for a few races and let the car take the glory."

Lightning shrugged saying "Well... When you say it like that I.." "What you should do is ask them to let you see and test the car personally first. Then decide for yourself if the car is safer. If it is, than so what? Lose a few races now and save lives later on. Don't be selfish Lightning. I know you will do the right thing." "Yeah, but Doc!... Staged races!? That's not the right thing!" Lightning griped. Doc stared. Trying to think what to say to the kid. "It happens more than you think." "Well maybe I'm not like you. If the car is safer, great... But I will not pretend to be beat by some fancy car." Lightning growled. "I'm not some sell out like you." He added then stomped out of the garage in anger and frustration. How dare Doc hide that from him! How dare Doc be on their side and want him to be a part of some staged race for some selling race car. NO! Lightning was better than this! He would never sell out!...