A little later, everyone has gathered up down over at Radiator Springs only racetrack, Willy's Butte, just a little ways away from the town itself.
This place is a big desert, with cactus and bushes. It is a big part of Carburettor County. The place's name is the same name of the mountain's. The Willy's Butte is a strange mountain that is also a symbol of the county. There is a circuit shape like an oval, that goes around Willy's Butte. Turn 1 is a big banking-turn, the second being is a slow turn.
"Gentlemen, this will be a one-lap race." Sheriff told Braedey, Lightning, and Doc. The three of them were sitting up in front of a piece of rope down on the rope, with two tyres either side of the dirt road, indicating the start/finish line. "You will drive to Willy's Butte, go around Willy's Butte and come back. There will be no bumpin', no cheatin', no spittin', no bittin', no road rage, no maimin', no oil slickin', no pushin', no shovin', no backstabbin', no road-hoggin' and no lollygaggin'."
The townsfolk were all gathered nearby on the left side of the track, all of them ready to see the race. Luigi and Guido were both wearing racing memorabilia, like a large Afro wig, while waving a chequered flag, and with a Ferrari hat on.
"Speed. I'm speed. Float like a Cadillac, sting like a Beemer." Lightning spoke out to himself, as Doc and Braedey looked down at him.
The Hudson looks over at Braedey, who shrugged his wheels back to him, not sure what to say about Lightning's preparation.
Luigi drove up to the three cars. "My friend Guido, he dream to give a real racecar a pit stop." He asked to McQueen.
Guido drove up next. "Peet stop?" He asked in anticipation as he hops in place.
McQueen laughed a little. "The race is only one lap, guys. Uno lappo! Don't need any help. I work solo mio." He emphasised to them.
Braedey showed a sad smile. "Sorry, you two. Maybe some other time?" He asked in suggestion.
Luigi scoffed back. "Fine. Race your way." Then, he drove off, leaving Guido standing there.
"No pit stoppo. Comprendo?" Lighting told Guido.
"Okay." Guido then drove off of the track, and back over to Luigi.
"Gentlemen. Start your engines!" Sheriff yelled out.
Doc's engine now spluttered to life and revved slightly, a small trail of black smoke coming out of his exhaust pipe. Lightning rolled his eyes at the old car, and his engine revved ferociously, the ground shaking. Braedey revved his engine normally, not wanting to sound like a showboat, then got settled into a rhythm.
Some of the townsfolk were getting excited. "Hijole! Check that out!" Ramone called out.
"Whoa." Fillmore muttered out.
Sally sighed. "Great idea, Doc. Now the road will never get done." She said to herself.
"Come on, Sally. Have a little fun." Mary spoke back.
Sheriff looked over at Luigi. "Luigi." He called, and drove off the yraci, as the yellow Fiat drove up in front of the three cars.
Luigi laughed, and held his flag at the ready. "On your mark, get set... Uno for the money, due for the show, tre to get ready, and quattro to... I can't belive it. Go!!"
With that, Lightning McQueen and Braedey Martin both burn rubber, dirt kicking up from their tyres, and they both raced away down the track, leaving a trail of dust behind them in their wake. The townsfolk cheer out, but as the dust settled, they saw Doc was still on the line, and hadn't gone at all. He just sat there on the starting line, not moving at all.
"Huh? Doc, the flag means go." Luigi told the Hudson.
"Remember the flag. Here we go. Go." He waved the flag a little.
"Uhh, Doc, what are you doing, man?" Ramone asked.
"You okay?" Mary asked.
Doc sighed to himself. "Oh, dear. It would seem l'm off to a poor start. Well, better late than never." He then started to head down the track at a slow pace. "Come on, Mater. Might need a little help." He called to the tow truck.
Mater rolled up alongside Doc. "Uh, okay."
"You got your tow cable?" Doc asked.
"Well, yeah. I always got my tow cable. Why?" Mater asked, hanging his hook out to show it.
"Ohh, just in case." Doc replied in a casual tone. He knew something that was bound to happen.
Braedey and Lightning both race past the large rock formation of Willy's Butte, the two of them heading towards the final turn. Lightning smirked at the sight of victory, him knowing that he and Braedey will be out of this town. But then, Braedey realised something was wrong, and he immediately slammed on his brakes, coming to a sliding stop.
As Lightning approaches the turn, he turned his wheels hard to the left as he tries to take the turn, but he didn't go left: he kept going straight on ahead, going tightness off the track, then down and off the cliff, and he then crashed into a cactus patch at the bottom of the canyon!!!
The townsfolk saw Lightning crash, and they all groaned and cringed at what had happened to the red racecar.
"Oh, man! Oww!" Ramone commented.
"Whoa. Bad trip, man." Fillmore muttered.
"That looked painful." Mary added in.
Lightning groaned in pain from crashing into the cacti. He then tired to go backwards and get out of the patch, but the ground was too soft to gain any traction or grip, and his rear wheels just dug into the ground.
Doc, Braedey, and Mater now drove up to the cliffedge of the canyon, and they looked down at the red racecar down in the cacti patch. "Hey! Was that floatin' like a Cadillac, or was that stingin' like a Beemer? I'm confused." Doc asked sarcastically, and both Mater and Braedey laughed.
"Hey, Lightning." Braedey called out. "I think it was floating like a rock, and stinging like a cactus." Lightning groaned out in annoyance, as Mater laughed aloud hysterically.
"You drive like you fix roads. Lousy! Have fun fishin', Mater." Doc called out. With that, he drove off back to town.
Mater now got himself into position, spun his hook around like a lasso, then reeled it down into the canyon. The hook then caught McQueen's rear axle, much to his surprise, and Mater now started to pull the red racecar up and out of the cacti.
"Nice catch." Braedey commented.
Mater then thought of something. "I'm startin' to think he knowed you was gonna crash!" He said to McQueen
McQueen sighed. "Thank you, Mater. Thank you." he said sarcastically to the tow truck as he was pulled back up to the ledge.
Later on, the day had soon turned into dusk. Lightning was now ripping up the road he made with a road scraper that was attached on his front, and he was now pushing away the broken and blotchy pieces of bad Tarmac, his engine snarling and revving out in response as he does so.
"I can make a little turn on dirt. You think?" Lightning told himself as he grumbled, shoving back against the tarmac. "No. And now I'm a day behind. I'm never gonna get outta here!" He grunted out as he shoved away more of the bad tar.
Nearby, over at Flo's, Ramone, Fillmore, Sarge, Mater, and Flo were watching Lightning rip up the road. The five cars watch on at the red racecar while he's working.
"Hey, ese! You need a new paint job, man!" Ramone asked over to McQueen.
"No, thank you." McQueen replied back.
"How 'bout some organic fuel?" Fillmore offered slowly.
Sarge looked sharply at him. "That freak juice?"
McQueen sighed. "Pass."
Flo sighed, watching the sight of McQueen. "Whooh, watchin' him workin' is makin' me thirsty. Anybody else want somethin' to drink?" She offered to everyone else.
Mater shook his head in response. "Nah, not me, Flo. I'm on one of them there special diets. I'm a precisional instrument of speed and aero-matics." He smiled out.
McQueen grunted, now pushing away the road. "'You race like you fix roads'."He mocked Doc's voice, then he grunted in frustration at the road. "I'll show him. I will show him!" He shoved back hard and hard, while everyone else watches on.
Soon enough, it was night time across the whole of Carburettor County. With Braedey, he was being shown over to the Cozy Cone Motel. Since Braedey wasn't responsible for the road being wrecked in the first place and had slowed his pace down, Sheriff figured the darker red racecar should have a place to stay for the time being.
"Here's cone number 2." Sheriff stated and he pointed a wheel over to the cone. "Since you haven't done anything wrong, unlike your friend down there, you should stay here." He said to Braedey.
Braedey smirked. "Thanks, Sheriff." He reversed into the cone, and settled inside. "Have a good evening, Sheriff." He thanked, and closed the door to the cone. He looks about and smiles. "Not bad… comfy…" He then looks out the window as he saw McQueen down Main Street. "Hope he feels better soon…"
With Doc, he was reversing into his mechanical clinic, and as he does so, he looked down the street to see McQueen pulling Bessie. But as he does, a splat of tar lands right on top of McQueen.
McQueen groaned. "Great! I hate it! Hate, hate, hate, hate it!" He yelled out, his yells echoing out.
Doc chuckled. "Music. Sweet music." He then rolled into his mechanical clinic and closes the doors.
Sally looked down the street from the Cozy Cone. She sighed. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." She sighed as she and Mary both made their way inside to go and get some sleep.
"Radiator Springs, a happy place." Lightning yelled, just as Bessie spat out another blotch of tar on him. "Okay, Bessie you think that funny?" He then realised what he said. "Great! I'm talking to Bessie now! I'm talking to Bessie!!" He yelled out, his voice echoing.