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Freeriding	By : DodgeSuperBee Category: +1 through F > Cars Views: 1717 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: This chapter contains some alcohol abuse.
Tow Mater stood contentedly in his usual spot under the canopy at Flo’s V8 café, watching the tourists mingle with those who had lived in the formerly sleepy town of Radiator Springs all their lives. Lightning McQueen’s racing headquarters were nearing completion, the long-shuttered drive-in had opened for its first season in four decades, and a defunct motel had been resurrected as a racing museum. The tow truck himself volunteered there as a docent, and he took pride in showing off the trophies and racing souvenirs of the legendary Hudson Hornet.
On this warm afternoon, however, Lizzie was leading the tours, leaving Tow Mater nothing better to do than idle at the café until his wife showed up. Doreen had promised him she’d join him once she took care of some things back at their shed, and Mater had already guessed what one of those tasks was.
“I’m sure hopin’ fer some good news from my love today,” Mater told Tommy Joe, Chrissi and his close friend, Fred. He had met the incredibly rusty sedan at the Piston Cup race, and had been delighted when he had decided to settle in Radiator Springs. Fred had been nothing but supportive when Mater had told him of his plans to start a family now that he and his wife had reunited following a lengthy and involuntary estrangement.
“One of these days, Mater, she’ll get those double lines on that dipstick test and nobody in town will be able to keep you from celebrating,” said Fred, trying to sound enthusiastic for his friend. The compact car kept his tone cautious, for he knew that despite several months’ efforts, the tow truck and pickup hadn’t had any luck, and Mater invariably took it hard each time the results came in negative. “Even if it’s not what you hoped for, nobody can blame you two for lack of trying,” he continued, winking.
“How do you go about it, anyway?” asked Ramone pointedly. He had stopped over on his lunch break. The tow truck looked a little embarrassed and hesitated before he answered.
“Well, we usually start kissin’, an’ soon we’re makin’ out, an’ then after a while I ask her, ‘Doreen, do ya wanna—‘” The tow truck was cut off abruptly by the lowrider, who shook his cab violently.
“I don’t mean like that,” he laughed, “As a married man, I think I can guess for myself how that part happens! I mean, how are you approaching the whole thing? Do you keep it romantic, bring home flowers and a bottle of vintage ethanol?”
Mater shrugged. “Naw, Doreen’s more of a six-pack gal.”
“You don’t say,” chuckled Ramone sarcastically. From the moment he had met Doreen, it had been apparent that she was not terribly sophisticated. From what he understood, sharing a tumbledown shack in the middle of a junkyard with Mater was a step up from what she had been accustomed to. Whenever Flo made a rare disparaging comment about their own small cottage, Ramone was always quick to point out the trucks’ accommodations and remind her how good she really had it.
“I dunno what we ain’t doin’ right. She oughtta just up an’ see Doc about it already, but she still ain’t too fond of him ‘cause he acted sorta uppity at our weddin’.” The lowrider had been as shocked as everyone else when Mater and Doreen had finally come clean about the true nature of their relationship. The citizens of the close-knit town rarely kept secrets from each other, so it had been a surprise to hear that three decades ago, the Hudson had officiated at a shotgun wedding for the young couple. Sheriff had forced them to the courthouse in a hurry, and only after the ceremony was complete, they had discovered they weren’t about to become parents after all. It made their current difficulty seem all the more ironic.
Mater felt a nuzzle at his side as Doreen joined him. The sad smile she gave him, almost apologetic, said all he needed to know. His heart sunk as she ordered a pitcher of ethanol and he put a tire on her fender in a gesture of support.
“Not this time either, huh?” he asked needlessly. “Aw, that’s okay, it ain’t yer fault.” He realized he’d been reusing the same speech each time they found themselves in this situation, but he always found himself unable to say anything that would make her feel better.
“Sorry, kids.” Ramone’s mind drifted back to the efforts he and Flo had gone through trying to have children before they’d come to the conclusion that their family was complete. He often thought about how things might have been different had they come to a different decision, but he was happy with his life overall. As his wife brought the pickup the pitcher she’d requested and Doreen started in on it as soon as Flo turned, the lowrider realized with dismay that she was aiming to get drunk again. True, she had never caused trouble at the café and always headed home with Mater when she’d had too much, but something about the situation didn’t sit right with Ramone.
Flo returned with two mugs before realizing they weren’t going to be needed. Rolling her eyes, she turned, and greeted Lightning and Sally, who were arriving for a late lunch.
“Hello, Mater,” Lightning said to his best friend. “I heard you’re running the first mud drag of the season at the Rustbucket this weekend? It’s been a while since I’ve taken Sally to see you race.” Before the tow truck could answer, Lightning smiled at Doreen.
“We could make it a double date, unless you’re tied up that night.” He felt Sally bump his tire, reprimanding him. The pickup blushed for a moment, remembering the night the racecar and Porsche had accidentally come upon herself and Mater making out. That alone would have been gossip-worthy, but she had been ensnared in his tow cable and restrained by a parking boot, giving Lightning endless ammunition when he felt like teasing her.
Chrissi giggled. “Yeah, I heard about that, and just when I thought you weren’t the type. You are so awesome for doing that.”
“Man, everyone else’s love life can’t be that dull if that’s still makin’ the rounds,” said Doreen, shrugging. It would make sense that the Jaguar had been impressed. She slipped on her tires and fell against Mater, more than a little tipsy.
“Yeah,” chuckled Mater, eager to jump in. “Ya shoulda seen what I done to her the night after that.” His frame rocked with laughter as Lightning cringed. In truth, nothing unusual had happened on the night in question, but he liked watching the racecar squirm. Mater reached out for Doreen, but she suddenly made a beeline for the alley behind Flo’s. He heard some muffled sounds from behind the building and knew better than to follow after her.
Doreen soon wobbled back to his side, her eyes a little glassy. “Sorry ‘bout that,” she said, taking more of her drink as another round of nausea threatened to take hold. Sally’s eyes grew wide.
“You just got sick? Doreen, is there something you should be telling us?” The pickup scuffed a tire on the ground.
“Yeah,” she said testily. “I’m drunk off my tailgate. Gosh, can’t a girl puke into a Dumpster around here without everyone assumin’ she’s pregnant?” Sally immediately apologized, for she hadn’t realized how much Doreen had been drinking.
“’S’okay,” Doreen sighed, “it’s just that ever since Mater and I told everyone we wanted to become parents, all eyes have been on me. Seems like anythin’ I do, they take to mean I’m expectin’, but we ain’t had a bit of luck in that area and I ain’t gittin’ any younger. There, I said it.” She reached for her drink despondently before Flo beckoned her back to the alley.
“Now listen here, Doreen. You know I don’t approve of everything you do, but I usually keep my mouth shut about it. I am, however, going to point out that drinking like this while you and Mater are trying for a family is not very healthy for you or any children you might conceive. Why don’t you straighten out already?”
Doreen couldn’t look Flo in the eye; her words stung, mostly because they were true. “I’ll...I’ll think about that,” she stammered, and made her way back to Mater. “She’s got a motherin’ complex,” she said under her breath.
“Aww, Flo’s just lookin’ out fer ya, babe. She cares about everyone like that.”
“There’re doctors out there who can help,” volunteered Chrissi. “I’ve always had the opposite problem, trying not to find myself in that situation, and Tommy Joe? Well, heaven knows how many kids I’ve seen around here that look suspiciously like him. Some things I’m better off not knowing.”
Doreen and Mater laughed despite themselves. The racecar had done his part to fight the county’s population decline.
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