Fanfic: In The Fast Lane

25: The Choice

Chapter 25: The Choice

A week past and the same event tool place. Harley sneaking out, Doc watching her. Finally, he couldn't keep quiet about it any more. Harley was first to wake up and was already at Flo's, so were all the other townsfolk. But Doc didn't care if he made a scene in front of them. He already had in the past more than once. Harley had toted her small radio to the café and the were listening to the final race of the season.

"We're here on a fine morning in the Los Angeles Speedway! We've got clear sky's, nice weather-"

"And some great competition!" Harley giggled as Darrell Cartrip interrupted Bob Cutlass.

"Right you are Darell! And all eyes are on the King, Strip Weathers, and Chick Hicks." Bob added.

"Man, I'm excited for some good ole racing today!"

"I think we all are. This stadium is packed! We're going to go down to Kori Turbowitz. Korina? What do you have for us?"

"Hey Bob and Darrell. I'm down here on the ground floor where I'm talking to the King himself. Mr. Weathers, what's your plan for today?"

"Mrs. Turbowitz," Strip said in the cool voice of his. Harley jumped at the sound of his voice.

"Uncle Strip!" she said and the others chuckled at her reaction.

"Today, I run my race and leave it to the Manufacturer Himself. See, the good Lord doesn't tell you what His plan is, so all you can do is get up in the morning and see what happens next. Today, I intend to do just that." Harley smiled at her uncle's voice.

"Those are some wise words, Mr. Weathers. Best of luck to you."

"Thank you." Harley was excited. She wanted her uncle to win his third Piston Cup so badly.

"Do you think he's got a chance at winning?" Flo asked Harley with a smile. "A chance? He's got it in the bag!" she said.

"I'm ready to get the show on the road! Let's go racing!" Darrell reflected Harley's own excitement. But it was all soon shut down. Literally. Doc came up and didn't hesitate to turn off the radio, which was followed by "aw's" from everyone else. Harley looked and Doc with a very upset expression.

"What the heck, Doc? It's the final race of the season! Uncle Strip's gonna-"

"I don't care." Doc said forcefully and Harley reversed.

"Whoa, Doc, what's got up wound up?" Ramone asked.

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Sheriff asked as he drove up to him.

"The matter is Harley. She's been out and about every night at Willy's Butte." He said without looking away from the young Cadillac. "Isn't that right?"

"Uh, well, um."

"Don't lie to me, young lady." Doc said as he drove closer to her. "You've been down there speeding around Willy's Butte in the dead of night. What are you thinking!" he rhetorically asked. "What if you got hurt? Do you know how many time Sheriff and I have seen other cars crash there?"

"Well, I was being super careful." Sheriff drove up to them.

"Harley," he said, "I thought you were going to stop this sneaking out business?"

"I was! But I… um.. well, you see, I had a dream-"

"No dreams… dreams have nothing to do with this." Doc said as the two men look at her waiting for an answer.