#race car hauler

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

Dick Trickle's car and Hauler #99 A&W

[devilart2199-aibi]

Transformer Reforged: The Stunticons 🏁🏎

Each of them are supposed to represent a different type of motor sport! And MotorMaster is their hauler / boss.

Deadend is Nascar / stock car racing. Breakdown is street racing. Wildrider is demolition derby and Dragstrip is drag racing (funny car drag racing specifically)

Though they each represent a type of motor sport, they are not limited to that singular type. On Cybertron they all competed in various types of races together. On earth, they chose forms they felt came most naturally.

MotorMaster is still a work in progress. Trying to figure out how I want his alt mode to work and if his trailer becomes part of him so he doesn't have to just leave it around 🤔 meaning he'll be a pretty big fella! This is his full alt mode atm ⤵️ he carries the boys around.

[digitalsymbiote]

The Solar Sprint

You ever heard of the Cannonball Run? It was a thing back on earth, back before corpo wars. It was an unsanctioned race across a continent. Folks would trick out cars with extra fuel tanks, police scanners, the works, and just burn their way from one ocean to the other. Driving for something like a day straight, avoiding cops all the way, and only stopping to refuel. Kinda wild, don’t you think? A test of speed and stamina, seeing how hard you could really push your vehicle.

That’s what the Solar Sprint started out as, you know. First time someone ran it, the Jovian blockade was still up. They blew right past the military lines, their mech too fast for any of those combat frames to catch. It was big news at the time, everyone thought it was some secret R.O.M. tech built to break the blockade. Turned out it was just some wrench-head who wanted to see how fast they could get from Mercury to Neptune. The crazy fucker actually did it too, straight shot from the solar collection station on Mercury, all the way to the NDS Research outpost. The scientists there nearly shit themselves when the Runner went blasting past their observatory like that. Can’t imagine they saw any frames out there that weren’t clunky research models before then, especially with the blockade still up.

There’s still footage of the first sprint up on the Net if you look. Some cargo hauler caught footage of the Runner nearly side-swipping his freight ship between Earth and Venus. There was a leaked clip of them breaking the Jovian blockade too, but you might be hard pressed to find that one these days. runners sometimes carry hard copies though, so if you run into the right people you might be able to see it.

It became a whole thing, y’know? Kind of a fuck you to the corps, the wars, all of it. Building frames in a different way, not just for blowing each other up. Was a kind of creative revolution, an expression of freedom. Corps can’t keep us down, yeah? Something like a thousand runners tried it over the next couple years. Not all of em made it; some of em got caught by the blockade, some of em their frames couldn’t handle the trek. But enough of em made it that it started to become a real competition. Who could make the sprint in the fastest time? Folks posted on forums about crazy ideas they were coming up with for propellants, aerodynamics, you name it. Gearheads across the net had a brand new obsession to pour over.

Soon enough though, the corps caught on, realized it was easier to sanction the thing than to try and stop people from doing it. Enough cargo freighters crashed, enough blockades ran, it became more profitable to make an event out of the thing. The Sprint lost some of it’s luster after that. Speed frames plastered with sponsorships and built with corpo parts didn’t really capture the energy of the original run. The yearly Sprint is technically open to public teams, but any self respecting Runner isn’t gonna attempt it during sanctioned times. Kinda defeats the purpose of it all if they clear the shipping lanes and wait for optimal conditions, right?

Every once in a while though, you might spot somebodies custom frame sitting in orbit around the solar collection station. And who knows? They might be the next crazy wrench-head to break that record.

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[thethndr]

the idea that racers don't have headlights AT ALL just seems bizarre to me in general, like in terms of worldbuilding and not referring to real-life racing. because does that actually suggest that racers never go anywhere past dusk? do they need to bribe their haulers if they want to go out just to get a drink or something? lightning got headlights in cars 2 so what's like... stopping everyone else from having them if they don't have any actual ill-effect on racing.

also on that note I genuinely don't see why chick WOULDN'T have gotten headlights after retiring from racing. I know he obviously doesn't have them in cars 3 but it's just bizarre to me because it suggests that he either values the rsn and 86 plates over headlights (very probable lol) OR he's an old grandpa car that won't go out after 5 pm (less probable because he's definitely a party guy regardless of age). either way I think I'm headcanoning that he gets headlights regardless because it just makes more sense to me.

[kiwi-rebel-57-06]

Kiwi Rebel. Race Car Hauler.

[hobbyist-decals]

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[beelper-owo]

I am now going to post my SCP OCs because I want to and I'm procrastinating from important thing

SCP OCs list:

Isekai'd reality-bending mad scientist looking for cure for her condition creates two test subjects that she gets way too attached to. Abandons said subjects after surprise Foundation visit. Succumbs to powers and fucking DIES (Thanks GOC). (Alice; Named for "Alison" by Elvis Costello)

Failed experiment #2 has attachment issues and is a very willing test subject. Creator/"Mother" made him functionally immortal to try and preserve experiment/not lose data/not die because of ritual to preserve Failed experiment #1/not die because of Failed experiment #1. (Jack/Jack Flash; Named for "Jumpin' Jack Flash" by The Rolling Stones; DO NOT CONFUSE WITH THE OTHER FUCKER NAMED JACK, I WROTE THIS CHARACTER IN 9TH GRADE)

Failed experiment #1 speedruns that one GOC manual thingy. Starts drawing attention to Creator/"Mother". Last straw was when someone almost hit him on a bike, to which he responds by flicking the wheel to turn in front of an oncoming car. Creator sedates him, can't bring herself to kill him, and decides to try storing his soul in his younger brother, Failed experiment #2. Failed experiment #2 is not doing too well because of it. (Jules/Julian; Named for "Hey Jude" by The Beatles)

Failed experiment #2's therapist and friend. Sweet catholic lady. Very accepting. Not anomalous. Great with kids. Friends-to-Close friends-to-Lovers relationship with Former MTF agent. (Valerie Rose; The name sounded pretty, and she is pretty. :3)

Former MTF agent is currently a security guard. Not anomalous. Mixed race Venuzualan-Italian. Parents are first-generation immigrants to America, and therefore he has triple citizenship and is tri-lingual. Will curse you out in all three languages. Nice to his friends, standoffish to others. Was a US Army Ranger before joining the Foundation as an MTF. Got an injury (still deciding what injury) and was placed on security guard duty. Overworked himself, made the injury worse, and is now permanently on security guard duty. Very bitter about it. Friends with Failed experiment #2, Failed experiment #2's therapist, Frankish vampire, and Cursed doctor. (Jean Rocco; Idk I came up with the last name and it sounded cool)

Frankish vampire born 24 years after the fall of the Western Roman empire. Averse to human blood. Survived by living out of caves, sewers, catacombs, etc. and feeding on animal blood. Born with condition, symptoms developed as he aged. Left village after killing a cat out of desperation and hunger. Speaks a mix of Frankish and Medieval Latin. Eventually learns some French as territories/places/people expand. Learns English after being captured by the Foundation in October 2009. Friends with Failed experiment #2, Former MTF agent, and Cursed doctor. (Bertric Bertram; Bert-: "Bright", -ric: "Powerful", -ram: "Active")

Cursed doctor is a medical doctor who accidently pissed off a thaumaturgist and was cursed to go into a trance-like state everyday and carry someone to a random distance away from their original position. Was picked up by the Foundation after the curse led to him getting assault and attempted kidnapping charges. Has chronic pain from being shot in the side during one of these instances. Staff have to be warned everytime he moves to a different site in order to prevent him from being murdered. Is friends with Failed experiment #2, Former MTF agent, and Frankish vampire. (David Dopravce; Dopravce is Czech for "carrier", "hauler", "forwarder", or "conveyer", according to Google Translate)

[bacardi-and-coke]

The “Mayflower “

The ultimate race car hauler

[thatonelightyear]

And how do I find myself - if I don’t even know who I am?

Crossposted on ao3 here

A Cal Weathers - centred fic, about his thoughts post-retirement.

Heavy Angst ahead just a PSA

-

And I- And I don’t know what to do.

I don’t know where to go from here.

-

When he wakes up he normally draws the blinds. 

Today he doesn’t. He sits in the dark, gaze fixed absently on the covered window and letting just the sound of his breathing bleed out to fill the room.

It’s Sunday.

He should be racing.

Behind the wheel, fingers gripping onto it so tight it was like a lifeline, heart thudding, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Laughing and cursing as he pushes the car 200 around the turns. Shifting gears, yanking the brake, eyeing the mirror. Embracing the screams of the crowd, the roar of the engines, the asphalt that stretched ahead of him and-

He should be racing.

He isn’t.

His own words resurface in his mind. Two weeks prior feels like an eternity ago. 

He can still remember it though, the helpless smile that had tugged at his lips, the half shrug he had offered, the icy despair that he had forced to slide off his spine and onto the floor. The creak and hiss of hydraulics as the hauler ramp is drawn up, Lightning slowly vanishing from sight. There had been a muted ‘thump’ as the door slid into place, and he had breathed out. Slow and steady even as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. 

-

This is what you wanted.

Is it really what you wanted?

-

Two Saturdays Ago.

“You sure ‘bout this, Cal?” Tex’s southern drawl drags him out of his thoughts as his hand pauses over the paper, pen not quite touching the solid line just yet. 

His throat dries. 

He takes a long, deep breath. 

“We can always get you a better car-” The rest of Tex’s words fade into the distance as he stares down at that empty blank. Memories of Sunday before flicker in his mind, far too glaring to ignore. 

The car feels good as he grips the steering wheel tight. Yet- yet he watches Storm’s tail lights become dimmer and dimmer in the distance. The clean hum of next-gen engines haunts him, constantly ringing in his ears. 

‘Hey Cal. Next week will be better. We’ll- We’ll figure it out.’ Strip’s voice filters over his earpieces, and he blinks.

‘It’s over?’ He can scarcely believe it. There’s a soft affirmation from his uncle, and the silent question of : do you want to know..? Lingers between them. 

Bitterness suddenly rises from somewhere within him. At the way his uncle was acting, like he was a brittle piece of glass about to shatter. At the fact that he had tried so hard - that he had thought he had done well and- 

He lets the car slow to a stop. 

He’s pretty sure Strip can hear his ragged breathing, but he doesn’t say a word. 

“Just tell me. I can take it,” he snaps, too harshly, he knows this. Yet the emotions roiling within him are so overwhelming. This is the best he can muster. 

“...twenty eighth.” 

Cal can hear the slightest of shakes in his uncle’s voice. His heart drops as guilt floods him, washing away whatever spite still remained.

“Okay.” He utters, because he has no strength to say anything else. 

The blond forces himself to snap out of it. This is what mattered. Right now. This decision. 

“Yes.” He says, and tries to make his voice sound strong.

“Alright kid,” The Dinoco tycoon opposite him relents, but he can see the sorrow in his eyes too. Cal resists the urge to click the pen in his hands. 

He breathes out, all careful and composed. 

“I’m sorry, Tex,” he finally says after a long beat of silence had stretched between them. He owes him this much - he owes him so much more. 

“If you ever need anythin’... let me know,” he hears the older man say as he gets up. All he can offer is a tiny nod. 

-

This was what you wanted. 

…Why?

-

That day he returned home after leaving the circuits for good, he glimpsed one of his two Piston Cups, glittering innocently where it lay. His chest constricts painfully at the reminder, and he almost lets out some sort of twisted laugh. Everything seemed to remind him of racing. Of course. 

Of course it did. 

That’s just how it has always been, really. Racing… it ran in his blood. And he had been handling it fine. He had. Until now and everything in his body just aches, an unseen void somewhere deep within him. He had wanted to race so badly, but what was racing if there was no one left for you to race with on the track? 

Surely this was better than having to race alone week upon week. Yet his heart had screamed to return to the track. To keep racing regardless of the result. 

-No. Stop. He couldn’t second guess himself now. It’s too late. 

Somewhere within him he had already accepted this. Because although he might not know himself that much he… he wouldn’t be happy. Not truly happy, racing in circumstances such as those. 

So amidst all the warring emotions and thoughts clashing in his head he just stood there silently, staring at the way sunlight gleamed off gold. Yet never really looking at the gold at all. 

Everything that day had been so agonisingly conflicting, with the unmistakable yearning in his heart to simply keep racing, and the sudden consuming loneliness. 

His phone had rang, and his feet carried him to the source of the sound, purely through muscle memory. Cal had picked it up, taking a sharp breath to hopefully even out his breathing, before answering. 

“Cal? How’re you doing, dear?” Lynda’s voice had filtered over the receiver, and he had almost shattered right there and then. Instead, he had dredged up enough strength to utter a ‘Doin’ alright.’ despite how obviously that had been a lie. A long silence on the other end had actually made him prepare for a scolding of sorts. He knew Lynda hated lying - yet what happened had been completely the opposite. “...Alright then, Cal.” He had heard the sadness in her words, quiet and hidden. 

Cal had forced himself to keep his breathing even. 

“Is Uncle there?” He had then asked, ignoring how his voice bordered on the edges of an exhausted rasp. 

“Of course, dear- do you want to talk to him?”

Everything had told him to say yes, and still all that had slipped out of his mouth had been a succinct ‘no’. 

Recalling it all now he realises he still remembered the questions that had surfaced in his mind. The things that he would have said, he should have said to his uncle. 

He still doesn’t know why he had said no. 

-

Maybe I just wanted so much to be someone else that-

I never had the chance to know who I wanted to be.

-

After that every day had become clockwork. Wake up bathed in darkness, unable to bring himself to draw the blinds, washing up, eating just a little. Feeding the cats, staring off into the distance and zoning out for definitely far too long to be considered healthy. 

One of those days - he can’t remember when, time had been something he hadn’t bothered keeping track of - the cats had clambered up on his bed as he’d sat there listlessly.

They had been purring, a rumbling sound that seemed to fill the room, pushing just the slightest bits of life and reality back into him. 

Cal had just broken down, he didn’t even know why, but shaking gasps had burst forth from his lips, a choking, strangled sound of unexplainable anguish. Fingers clutching desperately at the sheets for the feeling to ground him, drawing his knees up to his chest. 

Alone in his room with no one but a few fluffy companions so much kinder than he had ever expected- Cal Weathers allows his world to crash down. 

He wonders if this is part of the healing process. He sobs and wonders how healing is so hard. 

-

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Tell yourself you’re fine.

Say it out loud. 

-

Today is slightly more stable.  

Sure, he should be racing. And he isn’t.

But today, after looking back on it all. The wound is still rubbed tender and raw. 

Maybe it’s time to do something else. The notion surfaces in his mind for the briefest of moments, and he- he thinks this is a good sign. 

He hopes it’s a good sign. 

He draws in a breath, lets it out slow. Repeats that. Over and over and over. 

Cal swings his legs over the side of the bed and gets up. Every step to the window seems like it's weighed like lead. Still, it’s lighter than it was before. 

He pauses before the blinds, shuttering his eyes. Focusing on the way his lungs filled and emptied ever so slowly.

Breathe carefully. 

His eyes flit open as he tugs on the blinds. He allows sunlight to stream in and he thinks he feels just the slightest of warmth. 

And maybe he’s getting there. 

Cal picks up his phone and powers it on, swiping to the few contacts he has stored. 

Another tentative breath. 

Pawsteps echo in his doorway and he gives just a tiny smile to the calico lurking at the entrance of his room. 

He makes the call and the dial tones hums - someone picks up. 

For a moment there’s nothing but the sound of breathing. 

“Hey Cal. Wanna go fishin’? If you’re… If you’re free, of course.” His uncle’s voice is gentler than he’s ever imagined, and his only response to the question is a watery laugh. It lingers in the morning air, soft and unrestrained. 

“Okay.” He says. He thinks he’s getting there, ever so slowly. “I’m okay, Uncle Strip. I think.” He’s sure his uncle didn’t miss the way his voice cracked. 

Yet his uncle says nothing, and he can hear a faint exhale, relieved, from his end. “You should call Emi. And Cal… I’m proud of you.” The older Weathers finally states, and Cal feels a warm flutter that he can’t quite name.  

He breathes in and the morning air is fresher than before. 

-

And maybe now there’s finally time to find out what I want to become. 

-

AN : This was done completely on a whim lmao- but i figured it's been a long while since i posted this fic and hence this is a thing now. XD Hope you enjoyed- please reblog!!

[umflowers]

hey why don't we talk about the 1975 spanish gp like we do the kyalami drivers strike, or even moreso the race was to be held in some kinda stadium setup and the organizers basically faked putting up proper barriers, having not even secured some of them into the ground, and got caught when the drivers inspected them. the drivers in the gpda refused to race unless everything was made safe and missed all but one practice session as a result, the mechanics for the race teams were sent out to inspect and where necessary fix the barriers, but the event organizers threatened to lock the haulers and all their equipment inside the circuit for breach of contract, so they agreed to race. and then a car crashed over the 'barriers' and killed four people (a fireman, two photogs, and a spectator) and broke several bones of the driver, so the race was called off anyway. noteworthy shit: - emerson fittipaldi mostly led the strike, and also went out to run the minimum three laps at a very low speed and then pulled in and went home - jacky ickx, as always, was a non-gpda member and scab who thought caring about safety was for pussies and did take the practice sessions 🙄 - ken tyrrell went out on the morning of race day with a wrench/spanner and tried to make sure all the barriers were secure/safe

[roboticsstuff]

For: @rollingwheels

"Cal's Grief" (Grimdark/Romance/Sadfic/Darkfic) [Calie] Cal Weathers x Goldie (Humanized Cars 3 AU)

Chapter 1

Everybody had noticed it. It was in the way he walked. The way he talked. His body language just screamed it. Gone was Cal Weathers, that cheerful, brash speedster, replaced by...some hollow shell. He walked aimlessly in the trailer parking lot, as weeks of grief had taken its toll upon him. All of his friends knew that something was up, but none of them knew exactly what to do.

He had pushed them away when they had tried to confront him, lashing out like a wounded animal any time they tried to console him or plead him to get help. “Too headstrong” some would say. “Too proud” others still. But none of them realized the gravity of the situation until that one, fateful day. The day that Cal Weathers finally snapped.

After the race, Lightning was helping Mack his hauler as he did, he saw Cal walking around.

He stopped as heade his way to his best friend. "Cal!" Lightning called out!

“Huh…” Cal looked over to see his friend Lightning approaching. As Cal looked at his friend, the hollow shell that he had been for the last month looked at the blonde haired speedster.

“What do you want?” He said dryly, a hint of hurt and a small bit of sadness in his voice. It was so very close to his normal tone of voice. It was as if he wanted to speak with his friend, but something forced him to say those words to push Lightning away.

Lightning saw how tired Cal looked. "Woah..." He exclaimed.

Cal's hair was a mess, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked tired.

"Are you... Okay?" Lightning asked.

Cal's eyes widened, as he heard those three words, and that comment he lashed out at Lightning McQueen.

Cal's voice snapped as he shouted "Of course I'm not okay! Of course I'm not okay! Nothings okay! My whole world is collapsing!" Tears were welling up in Cal's eyes and he turned away from his friend. "Just let me be!" Cal barked, not wanting any help or advice, even though he knew he needed it.

Lightning was taken aback as he looked at his friend. "Dude, I was only-!" He tried to explain but his friend cut him off.

"Shut up Lightning. Just shut up!" Cal shouted, turning back to face his friend. "You don't know what I'm feeling. You can't help me." He said, trying to push his friend away.

Lightning looked shocked and hurt as Cal spoke. He just wanted to help his friend, but he couldn't seem to even communicate with him. Cal's words cut him like a knife, and he turned away.

"Shut up Lightning. Just shut up!" Cal shouted, turning back to face his friend. "You don't know what I'm feeling. You can't help me." He said, trying to push his friend away.

Lightning looked shocked and hurt as Cal spoke. He just wanted to help his friend, but he couldn't seem to even communicate with him. Cal's words cut him like a knife, and he turned away.

Lightning glared at him. "Fine! Leave! It's not like I need a dumbass bubble like you anyways..." He mumbled something under his breath.

Cal stopped and turned around to face Lightning and wanted him to say that again.

"What the hell, did you just say..." Cal asked.

"I said... that you're a dumbass bubble." Lightning repeated with a roll of his eye. Cal couldn't do anything but stand there, stunned by the sudden burst of rage from his friend. The words stung and Cal felt hurt by them.

Lightning then continued "A bubble filled with nothing but idiocy." He said, his voice harsh and cold as he turned to head back to his hauler. He wasn't about to stand around and fight with Cal. He was done with being nice to him.

Lightning started walking from him as he looked annoyed, then...

Cal jumped on him—he ambushed him!

Cal threw his arms around Lightning, causing him to stumble. A look of surprise and confusion flashed across his friend's face as he tried to process what was happening.

As the two toppled to the ground, Cal found himself on top of Lightning, his full weight pressing Lightning down into the pavement. Cal's eyes were full of anger, his face contorted into a mask of rage as he stared down at the surprised Lightning.

After a moment of surprise, Lightning quickly reacted. He rolled to the side, getting up off the ground from where Cal had pinned him. As Cal was still sprawled on the ground, Lightning stood up, and kicked him on the side, knocking him down to the ground.

Cal rolled onto his stomach and then rose up to all fours, growling, baring his teeth, and slowly circling around Lightning, like a predator stalking their prey. Lightning stood his ground, not letting Cal corner him. “Cal what the hell is wrong with you?!” Lightning shouted.

Lightning then reacted quickly as he punched him in the face as he looked horrified.

And they started fighting like wild animals.

Cal and Lightning fought, grappling with each other, punches and kicks flying. Lightning was faster and more agile, but he was smaller. Cal could pack a wallop, and with his muscles was able to hold down Lightning.

Lightning quickly ran out of the energy to fight such a large and strong opponent. He felt Cal's hand clamp down on his throat, cutting off his wind pipe and preventing him from breathing properly. Lightning couldn't fight back in this position, all he could do was struggle to free himself of this grip.

Lightning then kicked Cal in the groin. The blow caused Cal to loosen his grip, but he didn't let go of Lightning just yet. He grunted, but managed to hang on until he could get a better hold on Lightning.

Cal wrapped his arms around Lightning again and pulled him close, holding onto his neck tightly by the throat. This time, he didn't just clamp down on his wind pipe, he squeezed until he heard the sound of his friend choking.

Lightning strained and he threw dust in Cal's eyes. Cal blinked furiously as he tried to get the dust out of his eyes. He couldn't help but let go of Lightning's throat in order to try to rub the dust out of his eyes. He was stunned for a moment, blinking and rubbing his eyes vigorously. Lightning could only take advantage of Cal's vulnerable position for a moment before Cal was able to see clearly again.

Lightning then punched him in his, but Cal pounced on Lightning. Cal pounced on Lightning, his full weight crashing onto his already battered friend. He used his full advantage of being bigger and stronger and grabbed the small Lightning in a headlock and pressed his knee into Lightning's back. As Cal pressed down on Lighting, he could feel his friend struggle and try to get up. But everytime the smaller Lightning would get a small bit of traction and get back on his knees...Cal just used all his weight to press down on him again, keeping his friend on the ground.

"Say it." Cal demanded, his voice filled with anger and fury.

Lightning struggled, as he did, he headbutted Cal in the face with the back of his head.

Lightning groaned. "Make me!"

Cal looked down at Lightning and growled, his anger and grief taking over any rational thoughts he may have had. "Fine." He hissed and punched Lightning in the stomach, which he knew was weak due to the amount of racing that Lightning did.

"Say it or ill kill you." He demanded again, squeezing his friends throat tighter.

Lightning then used his legs as he kicked Cal in the stomach hard and painful.

Cal stumbled back, pain coursing through him from the hit to his stomach. He let his grip on Lightning go loose enough for the smaller car to roll out from under him. As he did, Lightning rolled onto his back and got back to his knees, where he looked at Cal, with hate and rage in his eyes.

Lightning then lunged at Cal with all the strength he had left in him, trying to knock his opponent off their feet.

Lightning and Cal were wrestling onto the ground. Cal tried to fend off Lightning. As the two fought on the ground, Lightning continued to try and punch and kick Cal, but Cal was able to hold him back with his strength and size advantage.

Cal eventually overpowered Lightning, and had him pinned on the ground once more. Still fuming, Cal loomed over Lightning, his face filled with hate. Cal then got on top of Lightning and started lifting Lightning up and down, Lightning kept hitting the ground until...

WHAMP!

Cal accidentally hit Lightning too hard.

Lightning fell back against the ground, and after a moment, Cal noticed that he wasn't moving or making any sound. Suddenly, Cal's anger dissipated as he realized what he had just done. He dropped to the ground, beside Lightning in a panic.

"Lightning? Lightning wake up!" Cal shouted as he put a hand at his friend's throat to feel for a pulse.

There was a pulse.

Cal breathed a sigh of relief, but it did little to calm his racing thoughts. How had this all escalated so much? He and Lightning were fighting, but then...

He knew.

He knew the reason that everything had gotten so crazy, why Cal had snapped, why he had done this to Lightning. Cal had been grieving, but not dealing with it in any healthy way. He'd bottled up his emotions, and because of that, he'd hurt Lightning.

One of the racers came in. "Cal?! What the- What the hell happened?!"

Cal knew that he had to lie, that he found Lightning like that.

Cam came into the scene, and picked up Lightning. "He's still breathing! But we gotta take him to the hospital!"

Cal scrambled to try and think of a lie, he couldn't just tell the other racer that he had attacked his best friend and possibly killed him. "I walked by and he was like this." Cal lied, trying to cover up the fact that he had done this. If he told the truth, it might ruin his reputation, and possibly even his whole life. He wouldn't dare tell the truth, he couldn't.

Cam came into the scene, and picked up Lightning. "He's still breathing! But we gotta take him to the hospital!"

Cal couldn't go with them, he ran away to a secluded area of the parking lot.

Cal curled up in the empty, dark parking lot. His emotions were all out of sorts, he didn't know how to handle his grief and it had finally caught up to him. He felt like his whole world was falling apart now, and it was all his fault. He didn't know what to do in this moment, and as the night closed in, he was alone in the darkness with the demons in his mind.

To be continued...

[robotoast03]

So today’s post will probaly not make sense to some of my mutuals. But this is something I’ve wanted to splurge on being a motorsport fan.

So in the first image is a 1955 Chevy next to its NACAR version (specifically Herb Thomas’ car). They really don’t look that different huh? Besides a few modifications and sponsor/race numbers plastered on it. The NASCAR model is the exact same as the stock one. And that’s what nascar was in its inception, a bunch of regular, everyday cars going hog-wild on a dirt short track in the middle of a small town.

Now here is a next gen modern nascar (Ross Chastains’ #1) next to a 2023 Chevy Camaro. Yeah “stock car” my ass! The car on the left is miles different the stock Camaro. The nascar model has been engineered to be fast on the tracks it runs, with body and chassis parts altered to be as aerodynamic as possible. Now could the regular Camaro keep up with the nascar? Hell no! If anything by the time the stock model gets around to turn 2 Ross Chastain will have all ready lapped the regular car and have pulled into the garage to be put back on the hauler for the next big race. What I’m getting at with this post, besides talking ad-nausium about stock car racing,Is how much time has passed from the show room cars ripping it on a track. To the more modern engineered nascars of today compared to their stock models.

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Can I ask for some Periwinkle lore? 👉👈

Ok so Its 3 characters!

Perri the Green Caboose

Cod the goods truck (I'M GONNA DRAW HER I PROMISE)

And Somebody the diesel engine i haven't decided his name

Perri was made as a caboose, during the boom of them. She's sweet and slightly shy. She tries her hardest to help everyone in the yard. Mostly to counteract the….dubious reputation cabooses have gained.

Cod the goods truck is loud and annoying, just how she wants to be. Within the freight she's the friendliest to everyone, and super competitive. She dreams of racing, but she cant seem to find a partner…

So-and-so the diesel engine is a himbo, good and simple. He's tender of heart, strong of body and Dumb of ass. Not as quiet as Perri but not the level of loud Cod can get. He's mostly the face of the group, he's quite pretty.

The trio grew up together, and were assigned the same freight yard. 

One fateful day when just hauling the three of them, So-and-so’s throttle malfunctioned, causing him to be unable to slow down on a very squiggly track. Perri tried her best to break, since that's what she's for, but a small caboose is no match for a giant freight hauler, her brakes failed and broke. 

Upon her yell of pain, So-and-so realised what happened and took drastic measures. He uncoupled Cod (who was behind him) and pushed her and Perri back along the track. He crashed, rerailing and slamming hard into a tunnel wall, Cod and Perri where spared most of the damage, though they also crashed. Cod was knocked out while Perri tried her best with her medical knowledge, she was radioing for help

So-and-so was extremely broken, he almost died and would be in stasis for a while. Cod and Perri returned to work despite their engine.

Rumours started flying around about the pair. That (of course) Perri stopped her breaks on purpose, and that's why she was relatively unharmed. Engines started refusing to run with her, causing Control to get in this shiny new thing called an EOT.

Due to the implication of the EOT, Control also was debating on scrapping her entirely. Cod was not having this, and had herself retrofitted into a diesel/electric split (and also gained boobs, shes trans, trans train)  (also i don't care about the semantics about making a goods car an engine it happened and we are moving on) Anyways Cod starts *only* taking Perri as a caboose and refusing the EOT. However Control realised how much money they would save with just the EOT and was going ahead with scrapping Perri for parts anyways.

Cod wasn't having that, took Perris hand and booked it away from the yard.

After running away for a while, away from the coast, they came to a certain yard….(cough cough Apollo Victoria, Cough)

Theres more but thats the basic backstory, i really have to name that diesel i do love him a lot

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[dinocos-golden-boy]

Hello hello!

Would like to know your opinion about Cal Weathers' parents story. Why did his uncle and aunt have to grow him up?

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So I HC that Cal's parents were killed while coming home from vacation. This was during the holiday season, so Strip was home. They were killed when they were coming down a hill, and a hauler was coming up. As the hauler tried to make a narrow turn, he missed and ended up flipping over into the opposing lane. His father was pronounced dead on site and his mother got transported to the hospital, but later on passed right after she was admitted.

Since Cal was little, Strip had to sit him down and talk to him about what had happened in simple terms. Once he found out, he cried. Lynda and Strip were devastated. Lynda even let her own tears release.

Lynda always wanted to be a mother. She wanted kids, but this wasn't the way she imagined it. Of course, things would change. She would have to stay home and care for Cal, which meant that her and Strip would be separated more often than before.

As the racing season approaches, Lynda ensures with Strip that Cal will have a normal life like any other child and they can't keep that from him. She doesn't want Strip to prioritize his career over him, as a way of distraction so that he can forget about what is going on in his personal life. She assures him that she can watch Cal and that everything will work itself out. Agreeing, Strip heads off to Daytona in his trailer. Lynda watches him leave, with Cal by her side. She knows all three of them are about to endure a wave of uncontrollable, conflicting feelings. And not one of them cared to fight it.