The Child in Me (Norminah)

🏎I Wanna Run That Race🏎

(Listen while you read: "Run That Race" from the movie Cars 3)

"Coming in first place...LENNY MCQUEEN!"

The crowd went wild as Lenny did his victory lap, drifting furiously in circles on the grass before accepting accolades from his team for his win. Lenny McQueen was the race car that couldn't be beat. As soon as he came on the scene, everyone, including veteran racers and stat reporters, were wondering where the kid came from. His fast racing earned him the nickname Lighting, as well as a well established crew with Quincy Hudson, one of NASCAR's top race car trainers.

Lenny came up in the ranks of esteemed racers, his records coming to a very close second to Storm, one of the favorites among racers. Though this race was the last of the season, it was also the race that would determine how the rest of the Lenny's career would be. This win would land him plenty of endorsement deals, as well as a new racing center for his crew.

Things were looking up for Lenny, and he couldn't see everything getting better than what they already were. But boy was he wrong. As he wrapped up his interview, his piston cup right along side him, his eyes landed on an attractive little yellow sports car. Her eyes were the only thing that could be fully seen amongst the crowd, but to Lenny, those eyes were enough to keep him transfixed on her until his interview was over.

Once he got off the platform, he cruised his way over to her, being caught by pleasant surprise at how much he underestimated her appearance. She wasn't just any little sports car. She was a rich yellow McLaren GT3, one of the fastest, sleekest, and might he add, most good looking sports cars there was. She eyed Lenny thoroughly with a smirk before finally speaking.

"Nice racing Mr. McQueen," she said softly.

Gosh I'm in love, Lenny thought to himself, the sports car's soothing voice capturing his heart tremendously. He had to shake himself a little to get out of the small haze he was in.

"Thank you very much sweetheart," he said, "but please call me Lenny. Mr. McQueen makes me feel like my daddy."

Lenny was smitten with the way he got the cute hot rod to giggle as she batted her eyes. The whole time he looked at her, he couldn't shake the feeling that it was written in the stars for them to be together. But before jumping in the love boat all together, he just had to see if her driving skills lived up to her model.

"May I ask the pretty lady for her name?"

"I'm Dinah. Dinah Jane Ramirez."

"Beautiful. I couldn't help but notice your model. Do you race?"

"Every now and then with my siblings. I'm not much of a race car, but I guess I do pretty well with keeping up with the fast cars."

"Hmmm....humor me gorgeous. Let's go for a little race by Thunder Hollow. Just to see if you can keep up."

Dinah smirked, giggling a little as she began to cruise away from him. Lenny couldn't help but look at her sleek back side. He was a sucker for a good looking bumper.

"I hope you don't get this distracted when you eat my dust on the track hot shot," she taunted, lighting up her back lights teasingly.

The action caused Lenny to laugh. He loved a playfully cocky woman. It wasn't long before they both came to Thunder Hollow's barren race track. Lenny was the first to the starting line, revving his engine to warm himself up. He looked to his right just in time to see Dinah come up next to him, revving her engine as well. Her engine sounded just as powerful as his, which excited Lenny greatly.