Introducing co operator of the Cozy Cone Motel, Speed, Lightning's own son taking after his Mom, Sally, while his little sister Tiranne Tira for short as a nickname spends her days practicing the dirt race tracks with her Dad. The boy is the dark bl...
"That last timer race by McQueen and Cruz was incredible."
McQueen and Ramirez that's all I keep hearing. What a team over and over again. They were the team of the century! I haven't seen anything like it! Blah, blah, blah, blah what was so special about those two. Sure my whole career collapsed cause of a girl car. I only made it to second. Since when do ladies love to get in the groove of rushing around.
"Jack, Dad, you in here?" asked a male voice. That was Storm's son yep the Jackson Storm's son.
"What is it Blazer?" He asked.
"Mom's aka your wife worried about you she keeps hearing you muttering on and on in your sleep about how everyone has not stopped talking about McQueen and Ramirez teaming up in that season that was quite a few years ago. Shouldn't you be over that by now? You still came in second, Father." This was a sharp handsome looking sports car who favored a pine green paint over his Father's dark blue paint.
"Don't say such names around me, it makes me want to cut out my tongue boy!" Storm growled. "Second place trophies are worthless."
"Lot of the older cars say they're only just empty cups." Blazer mumbled.
"Old veteran racing cars are stupid, the only thing that matters is how speedy you are when you reach the final lap, Blazer." Storm responded snorting. He was pretty grumpy and it wasn't surprising either but little did he know his son was gonna wake up his slumbering world. He knew it was a lie and Blazer would soon discover it. It is way easier to change a kid's mind than a soul centered selfish grump adult car."
"GET UP, Stormie!" Jackson's wife bellowed at her lousy sulking husband. "Stop lying to our boy and enough of your sulking and complaining McQueen and Ramirez will be talked about for ages better grin and bear it and get to training your boy into the perfect race car he could possibly be immediately now."
"Hindra, why do you gotta be loud everytime you wake me up!"
"BECAUSE You're Stubborn JACKS! Now get moving, come on!" Hindrance hollers again at her husband.
"Mom, Dad's not interested." Blazer responded. "He doesn't want anything anymore to do with the racetrack."
"That's because he's afraid of seeing you lose, Blaze, my boy, but he's your Father he'll at least show up to watch you race if I have anything to say about it. You won't get a better life if you and up and quit Jackson a ton of cars lose every year and I don't see them sulking, you know, JACKS!"
"GOOD GRIEF! Lady, quit calling me that!" exclaimed Jackson Storm making his motor sound extremely loud to get his wife to back off. It worked. She backed off.
"Come on Blazer, let's practice and get away from her crazy control freak Mamma." Jackson snarled at her. Hindra huffed. She was an orange car. "The Pueblo Race isn't that far away, sonny. We've gotta get you prepped for perfection is what you are."
Blazer knew his Father had a perceived notion of what racing is and that wasn't his fault it was the way he was taught. Blaze preferred to try to keep an open mind about racing himself. He knew if he tried to change his Dad's mind he'd just tell him to shut up and so their practices were eerily quiet no laughter no giggles no smiles and no dirt just dead silence in an indoor track circuit. A serious contrast to the way Tiranne trained with her Father on the dirt road. Blazer knew the only cars who could possibly push sense into his Father were old veteran racers and that was the issue Jackson was not much of a traveler and he never met anyone and he never even really got to know his crew chief well either also. Storm would not spare time for extra chitchat and his son believed that people might have called his Father a scaredy cat for being nice way back when and accused him of being soft for a racing car which would be cause for his aggressive attitude and verbal nasty remarks. So Blaze did the only he could really succeed with around his Father be obedient and just train and keep on training till the end of the day finally arrived. Blazer was not a fan of Chick Hicks he hated the reporter's constant shaming of older competitor cars. Anytime he saw Hicks face he would switch the tv off and refuse to turn it back on until news reporting hour was wrapped up and finished.
"You have hit a wall." Blaze huffed and took off the simulation lamented coat. He didn't understand this training method or how in the world other rookie cars thought it worked. Blaze was tired of being cooped in one city in one training center every day. He wanted to see the world and soak it all up.
"What is wrong with you, boy?" asked Jackson Storm. "The only way to win is to get back into that thing."
Blaze ignored him and rolled along to the balcony looking up at the fluffy clouds passing by. Laughter could be heard from one of the two cars of the Dinoco team. Blaze heard ever year since he was made. They sure had intriguing outside parties after a big win.
"Lousy race cars how in the world did the King win so many races when his sponsors loved a good party." Jackson mumbled. "Enough lolly gagging get on back on the Simulator, son."
"If only you would look closely they're more than dirty old race cars, Father they're a humongous family and they treat each other like true family. Why can't the three of us travel? Do something more exquisite with our lives."
"Life's not a party nor is the racing, it's not about fun, it's about you being focused on your goal of winning. Now get back in there before you're grounded, Mister."
Blazer sighed. His Dad would never get him.
"You shouldn't pressure your son so much, Jacks." Hindra responds. "Life ain't all about work and racing. It's not the track that is a heart. The kid of yours is your heart, love him like a true son."
"I thought I told you stop calling me that Hindra you are being a real hindrance to us right about now okay. If he's too soft with those racers he's going to crash. My so has gotta mean business everyone knew I meant business."
"A racer needs friends he can't enter that world without support from a loyal entourage he'll break down. And then he'll never talk to you or me again." Hindra reminds Jackson. "Don't make him make your mistake all over again."
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(Tex is short for Texas and Lightning confirms end of Cars 3 that Tex did buy Rusteze-Lumna10) Video confirmation proof is up above.
