Well, this is the end of this AU. I'm not likely to come back and play in it anymore than I have already. Could there have been more done with this? Most likely yes, but I have too many AUs I want to share and more involved than this one is. Titanic AU being one that will probably end up being as big as The Slip.
He wasn't happy about having this arrogant kid stuck sulking around town.
If it weren't for Sally, he would have continued throwing him out of town.
The kid was already proving to be more trouble than he was worth. Trying to speed through the road work, creating more of a mess than he had the night before.
He figured he knew a way to put the kid in his place. A race around the Butte.
Kid probably didn't have a clue how to turn on dirt, and that was something he could use to his advantage. He wouldn't even have to try hard. He shouldn't even have to give himself away.
For only the second time since he arrived in Radiator Springs, he issued the challenge of a race around Willie's Butte.
The other having been to Alex, whom he beat. Even paralyzed he was a better driver than his brother-in-law.
Everyone who had been there for his beating Alex, was chattering about how the racer was going to be shown up.
He wasn't going to actually race the kid, he'd let him do all the work himself. He should spin out at the first corner, and if he didn't, well he didn't want the kid here anyway.
He could probably rope Stephen to get his kids to help fix the road or at least recommend someone who could, though Lyn might be better for that. It wasn't time to worry about something that likely wouldn't come to pass.
Michael, Luigi, and Guido had set up a starting line, and it felt much like it had all those years ago when Alex accepted the challenge. At the time, he had tore from the track, leaving his brother-in-law in the dust.
This time, much to everyone's confusion, he didn't leave the start line until after the kid took off. Following leisurely behind, much to everyone's surprise.
He had a pretty good view of the hot rod careening into the tulips, leaving the turn spectacularly unturned, as predicted.
"You drive like you fix roads, lousy."
He finished the farce of a race without going over the speed limit for in town.
Now the kid would be sticking around even longer. He hoped he'd be determined enough to just get to work and be done as quick as he could while doing a good job.
That was dashed when the kid's first fit started. It was going to be a long week.
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He cringed at the clatter of the can he kicked. It sounded like it knocked something over, when it went into the garage. There were do not enter signs smattered across the door, but he couldn't leave it having made a mess. So he went in after seeing no one around. He couldn't tell what, if anything had been knocked over with how full and messy the garage was. "Time to clean out the garage buddy." That's when he caught sight of the gold through the dust, spotting not one, not two, but three Piston Cups, all engraved with the name Jesse Hudson. "Whoa-" The grumpy old wheelchair bound judge and doctor was- "I know you couldn't drive, I didn't know you couldn't read."
"No way, you're Jesse Hudson? The Fabulous Hudson Hornet!?"
"What's it to you?"
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"Did you know Doc's a famous race car driver?" Everyone in the cafe burst into laughter. "It's true! He has three Piston Cups!"
"Course it's true, honey. It's the fact that Jesse thinks that too many of us know already."
"Ay, none of us probably would know if it hadn't been for his brother-in-law absolutely terrorizing him." Ramone said.
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"The wreck left me paralyzed... They didn't do their jobs, and I'm the one who ended up paying for it."
"What you mean?"
"I didn't just lose control of the car, what we found out months later, when my brother started fixing the Hornet up, was a large driftwood log, caught up in the chassis. I've been stuck in a chair for the last 50 odd years, because someone didn't make sure the track was properly groomed and raked."
I think you can probably fill in the gaps from there on what all happened.