Radiator Springs Cars 2 の小説・ストーリー

With a beep, the lights flashed and the scissor doors lifted upwards slowly like wings unfolding. For a moment, no one spoke, then Diego let out a low whistle as he and Leon slowly stepped closer to get a better look at the cars. “Holy hell. These are… these are ours?” I felt something settle in my chest as I watched the proud smirk on Arya’s face as she took in their reactions. “What are the specs?” Diego asked, already circling the black car. “Carbon fiber reinforced chassis,” Arya said. “We improved the weight reduction without compromising on structural integrity while enhancing downforce geometry. We also reworked the cooling system to prevent overheating at high RPMs.”

He started the engine as it was loud after all that quiet. “Adam’s gonna be so mad at me,” I said. Saying anything just to remove the awkward silence between us. Roman glanced over at the dried mud splattered up the side of the door, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. “Yeah. Probably.” He backed away as he started to drive out of here. He then looked at me. “Comfy there?” he asked quietly without taking his eyes from the road. “Good shocks on this car; independent front with solid axle in back for better ground contact.”

“We were wondering if you could… maybe take a look?” “Sure thing,” he said, tossing his rag onto a stool. “Hop in my truck. I’ll follow you back there.” We rode with him in a battered old pickup that smelled vaguely like oil and fast food. He was friendly enough, humming along to the radio while Rya stayed oddly silent—probably plotting her revenge. When we reached the car, he climbed under the hood like a pro, and within a few minutes, it sputtered back to life. “Should be good to go now,” he said, dusting off his hands. “You’ll need a new radiator eventually, but it’ll hold.”

I got into Santos's Jimny car, then started the engine. I stepped on the gas lightly. The offroad wheels rolled slowly. When I passed the deep puddle, I could feel the hardness of the car's suspension. Even though it was designed for offroad, the springs were still not soft. Not comfortable. What else could I do? Instead of using my car, it would go straight to the car repair shop.

She watches me though, watches my arms moving up and down, and we feel the tension light up instantly. The van is high enough, and I twist off the nuts with ease. I swap out the tire and have it back on, and the van is lowered in minutes. It ain’t the first tire I’ve changed. I roll the dud towards the back and put it in the hatch. I chuck the iron and jack in too, and now it’s the moment of truth for the radiator.