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It all came down to this.

This wasn't exactly the easiest thing to explain.

This was excitement, fear, and depression at the same exact time.

This was the Piston Cup.

I can do this, he told himself. I'm faster than fast, quicker than quick.

Oddly enough, that didn't help this time.

This wasn't just the Piston Cup. It was the chance of a lifetime, the one chance that could make his life better or worse. It of course, was the Piston Cup, therefore, if he won, he would get money, Dinoco might ask for him to be sponsored by them again, and for all they knew, it could get Doc to have a little more respect for him.

But it was so much more than that.

At this point, Lightning figured that Sally's phone call meant they were getting married, so he knew he had to win this.

Plan B wasn't going to work right then, maybe after a week. Plan B was actually pretty easy. Get Elle. Get Doc to see Elle. Convince Doc it made up for him losing the Piston Cup. Simple.

Lightning, however, didn't want to resort to plan B, because Doc was hard to get through. Everybody knew that out of all the people in the town, that if it was a miracle to get permission from somebody, that somebody was without a doubt Doc.

This concrete road used to be just dead

We'd drive out here after work

Every Friday night when I was eighteen

"HA!" Lightning yelled at whoever was playing that music behind him. He had a pretty good idea, though. "Lexie, I caught you!"

"Damn…" Lexie started, but she immediately paused her music after she remembered that she had never said that word. "Oh, did I say that?" She added a fake laugh to that question, even though she was horrified. "I've been influenced by you, you know."

"By me?" Lightning scoffed. "Doc I would believe."

"What do you have against Doc? Lately it's been that you loathe Doc or something."

"I do," Lightning wanted to say.

But he didn't.

Why he didn't, it was obvious. He could never loathe Doc. Sure, time to time, he would really get on his nerves, like the day before, but never in his life had he even come close to hating Doc. "Nah, he's just annoying."

"Meh, I guess. But I guess that means I'm really annoying, huh?"

At least she's admitting it, he said to himself. But before he could say anything, Lexie continued to play her music by some country duo or whatever.

This parking lot used to be a field

I drove here like an olds-mobile (A/N: Had to change the lyrics to fit the Cars world)

Long before the Sonic and the Wallgreens

"Who is this?" asked Lightning, hoping to god the Veronicars didn't go country in less than two days.

"Gee, Lightning, I would hate for you to hate this band as well."

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"Okay, everybody, we're on in five, four, three, two, one!"

Bob Cutlass and Darrel Cartrip both faced the camera, which in a millisecond would start rolling, and smiled. "Bob Cutlass here with my partner Darrel Cartrip here at the Daytona International Speedway, where it is bound to be one exciting Piston Cup!"

"You got that right, Bob!" Darrel joined in. "It's just like last time, only take away the King. It's McQueen versus Hicks tonight, and I have yet to find out who's really the better racer!"

"Everybody's excited today, Darrel. This is the greatest rivalry in racing ever! Both Lightning McQueen and Chick Hicks are tied in point and this game will just top it off."

"I guess we'll see if bigger numbers really mean a slower car, or if Lightning will strike again."

"Lightning McQueen would've won the Piston Cup last year had he not stopped right in front of the finish line and backed up to push the King across the finish line, which got him in third place last year and an offer from Dinoco to be sponsored."

"But he turned it down to stay with his new found pit crew and friends. If that's anything, that's loyal."

"Right you are, Darrel."

"And Chick Hicks, man, people have called him the most arrogant car in racing. He crashed the King last year at the Piston Cup, and if McQueen hadn't stopped, he would've ended up second, but ended up in first place. As far as the fans were concerned, though, he could've been last."

"His fan base dropped a whooping ninety percent, even larger than the Dixie Chicks! (A/N: Please note that I absolutely LOVE those chicks, so I'm not dissing them, it's comedy) And Darrel, I have to tell you, that is saying something."

"All I can say is, McQueen, buddy, you better watch your back."

"We'll be back after the break." Both of the reporters smiled into the camera and out to the world, to let them know everything was going to be absolutely fine during the race.

And Darrel was definitely right. Lightning had to watch his back, or he was going to end up dead.

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The crowd for tickets was wild. All tickets were actually sold out, but people were waiting in lines to get on the waiting list, and those lines turned into immense blobs of "NO CUTTING, YOU-" and "I WAS HERE FIRST, FREAKING-", and it was definitely wasn't a site that she was expecting to see. She was hoping for no pushing or shoving at all, but no. They just had to make her dents ten times worse than they were. She was, after all, the fiancée of Lightning McQueen, and he wouldn't accept this for her on his life if he knew. But he wasn't there. He was doing his weird "I am speed" thing and wouldn't believe anybody who said that Sally Carrera was there.

"Money for the poor! Oil! Fuel!" she heard to her left. She wanted to ignore it, but she couldn't help it. The poor person was suffering, and though she had nothing that could help him, something was going on in her head. As if she knew this person.

There was no way.

Nonetheless, Sally turned to her left, and it turned out that she was wrong. She was very wrong. Even though she didn't exactly know how it was possible, but it was. "Oh my god."

The thing that she saw to her left looked as if he had been in five car wrecks and hadn't gone to the doctor at all, nor did he get a carwash in over five months. It was quite a site to see this happening to 2000 Aston Martin Vanquish with the license plate of X5OKI38. "Derek Egzaust, what has the world done to you?" Sally asked the car.

He looked up in absolute shock of what he had just heard, and scoffed. "The world told me I wasn't good enough, took Dinoco away from me! Impeached me, you idiot!" he said in anger.

"A little mean to call your baby sister an idiot." She shook her head in disgust and looked down to his little cup, holding no more than twenty dollars in one and five dollar bills. "How'd you get down to this?"

"Sally Carrera, you look pretty bad yourself," he joked. "They impeached me because I "didn't see what they saw." I saw loads of money! What else was there to see?"

Sally laughed to herself. "No wonder you were mom's favorite." She looked down at the cup again and smirked. Her brother was finally getting what he deserved. Punishment. He was now God's personal joke, and she absolutely loved it. "I knew I didn't have your genetics."

"Well, why are you here?" he asked rudely. "I'm sure you have that Crappy Cone to take care of."

"I'm here for my fiancée, you freak. It's called love, something you wouldn't know anything about. You'd actually be pretty good on that racetrack yourself. You could be the next Chick Hicks."

"He won the Cup last year, not that McQueen kid. God, he's a great racer, but I don't think that Rust-eze is exactly what I would call sponsor worthy for that kind of racer. He's fast, but he's a damn idiot."

"Don't…" Sally threatened, but he had no idea. He would never say those things if he knew that he was her fiancée. "…don't make fun of my fiancée."

"Oh, and I'm guessing you convinced him to go ahead and be nice to them, take them, instead of a great company like Dinoco!"

"SEE? This is why you and I never ever got along and never will get along, because you're such a jerk!"

"Well, you're so goody-goody! You gave up your life for Radiator Springs life, where it's always the fifties! Are you crazy?"

She couldn't believe that she was hearing this, even though she had been waiting for it from the moment that she saw him. Wouldn't he have the least bit sympathy for her, feel a little bad?

ATTENTION! the speakers blared. THIS IS YOUR LAST FIVE MINUTES TO GET YOUR TICKETS AND GET IN YOUR SEATS! Gates close soon.

The rush began as everybody scrammed to the ticketing booth, and there was ten times more yelling and pushing than there was before, and Sally felt like that if she moved, she was going to get into another wreck, which she didn't want at all. She just wanted to get to a gate and get in, but that was near to impossible.

But after looking for two more minutes, she found it! There was an opening! And lucky her, it was leading right to the track! She drove to it, abandoning her crazy brother for the love of her life, ready for whatever was coming.

As she drove towards it, cars started whizzing by her, making her dizzy.

Oh, she thought to herself. That's why there was an opening.

TWO OR THREE MORE CHAPTERS! Is that amazing? YES! ;-) Well, I need to get back to homework. My school's a high school in middle school form. :-(

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