It felt good, to fly. It was less about the race itself and more about the speed. He was a winner, and he'd just gotten another Piston Cup victory under his belt. Champagne was popping and pouring, journalists were snapping photos and all but begging for a statement, it felt like all was right in the world.

Mater was probably with the pit crew making sure the car was alright. He had really pushed it this race, despite warning from his pitties. Odds are they'd have Mack ship it back to Radiator Springs to do repairs.

His eyes were scanning the crowds of adoring fans and nosy reporters, all wanting to be a part of this celebration. That's when he noticed one person in particular.