Hi everyone. It has been a while since I posted fan fiction, but I still have lots of ideas. No major drama or long story lines; just snippets from Cruzâs early career in the Piston Cup series. This fic was inspired by my cats who arenât shy about letting me know when breakfast should be served.
Cruz sped past Jackson Storm in a classic slingshot move.
âSlowing down, Storm?â she yelled as she passed Number 20.
She saw the race official holding the checkered flag a hundred meters ahead. Â
Number 51 ignored it. She couldnât lose her focus so close to the finish line.
âNo!! Not now!â she said through gritted teeth.
Cruz jerked awake, opening her eyes. In the dim light of the bedroom, she could just make out the shape of a quadcopter racing drone perched on her hood. Â
The blue and yellow racer sighed. âYou could have waited until I took the checkered flag.â
The nine-inch long drone, her task completed, started her propellers and began flying circles above Cruzâs roof. At that moment, the cell phone alarm sounded.
Cruz grunted. âHamilton, reset alarm for 5:50 am tomorrow.â   Â
âAlarm is reset,â Hamilton replied.
Cruz looked up at the drone buzzing above her. âWhy do I even need a wake-up alarm? You have been beating Hamilton everyday for a week.â
She rolled out of her bed, stretching her joints on the way. It felt great. She drove over to the source of morning light: the roomâs floor-to ceiling window. A beautiful view awaited her: pre-dawn at Fireball Beach. She smiled. She never thought that she would sleep in the Resident Racerâs Suite of the Rusteze Racing Center.
A pet project of Sterling meant to recruit elite racers to Rusteze, the suite was beyond posh. Memory foam beds, voice-activated appliances, TVs with 5K screens, room service, etc., but Cruzâs favorite was the view of Fireball Beach, the place where Lightning McQueen first taught her how to race, though neither of them realized it at the time. The suite was a nice change from her trailer. Yes, Tex Dinoco provided a very comfortable home on wheels, but it did become a bit confining after weeks on the road.
Since it was located between their last track, Georgia, and their next track, Pennsylvania. Lightning wanted to spend a couple of nights at the center in order to restock the haulers. He also decided that Dinocoâs car chief should give Cruz a check-up at a first class racing facility.Â
A blue form blurred past her eyes, breaking Cruz out of her reverie. Â
âOkay, okay, Calypsoâ she said to the agitated drone. âFully charged and ready to fly.â
Smiling, Cruz turned away from the picture window. The Dinoco racer called the racing drone to settle on her roof. âGotta save your batteries for the morning workout.â
Calypso compiled and both owner and drone left the suiteâs bedroom. Â
McQueen had been skeptical of her acquiring a pet, especially something as hyperactive as a racing drone. He feared a pet would be too much of a distraction for a Piston Cup rookie. Cruz pointed out that a racing drone would be the perfect pet for her. The two of them could train together since Cruz would enter Calypso into drone races during the Piston Cup off-season. Her mentor changed his mind when he learned that drones carried digital cameras. Calypso transformed from pet to training assistant. So Cruz got her drone, a top-of-the-line, competition-eligible racer.
Cruz drove through the suiteâs living room and entered the private elevator, yet another perk of the position. Once they reached the ground floor, Cruz passed by the kitchens to reach the double doors leading to the âbackyardâ, a massive open space behind the building. At the insistence of both Strip Weathers and Lightning McQueen, Tex Dinoco installed two oval tracks, one dirt, one asphalt. The two Piston Cup champions felt the trainees needed to get their tires dirty sometimes.
The double doors slid open, letting the cool summer morning air flow over Cruzâs body. Calypso broke training and leapt from the racer's roof heading for the tracks. Â
âHey! Wait for me!â Cruz laughed as she followed close behind.Â