Back at Propwash Junction, everyone had gathered together to celebrate Max qualifying for the rally, Laughter and conversation could be heard around the fuel bowsers as everyone drank. Dusty, sad and depressed, still showed with a smile on his face to congratulate max but stayed near the back next to chug drinking quietly.
Flying down the road coming into Propwash junction, we see a delivery truck, hitting every bump and dip in the road and profanities shouting out of the back, getting closer and closer to its designated oblivious recipient about to change their lives like an alt girl finding a poor Christian boy.
In a cloud of dust, the delivery van screeched to a halt beside the group and lowered a small ramp out of its back. Out flew a small forklift screaming at him for his horrible driving and how his mother was so stupid she though Nickel-hatchback was a refund.
Calling out for Strut Jetstream, Dusty soon pulled forward to correct the Official it was pronounce Dusty Crop hopper, a Scandinavian name,
{'Lead Bottom is the old Crop-duster Dusty works with' "Vitaminamulch Yeah!!" in the middle of this scene and Chug is the green refueling truck}
Roper: "Anyway, I'm looking for a Strut Jetstream."
Chug: "Who?"
Roper: "Jetstream. Strut Jetstream."
Chug: "Nope, doesn't ring a bell. Do you have a photo?"
Roper: "No, I don't have a photo! I have documentation that says Strut Jetstream lives in Propwash Junction."
Dusty Crop hopper: "Oh, whoa, whoa! Whoa, wait a minute! Okay! Oh... No, gosh I... Hey, I'm Strut Jetstream."
Chug: "Yeah! That's right! (laughs) I knew I'd remember. There he is, strutting on over here."
Dusty Crop hopper: "Uh, but you're mispronouncing it slightly."
Roper: "I am?"
Dusty Crop hopper: (embarrassed) "Mmm-hmm. Yeah. It's actually pronounced 'Dusty Crophopper.'"
Roper: "Dusty Crophopper."
Dusty Crop hopper: "Yeah. It's Scandinavian."
Roper: "Right, and I'm Egyptian."
Roper had come to find Dusty because the fifth-place qualifier, Fonzarelli, was disqualified for using an illegal racing fuel additive called nitromethane. Because of the automatic DQ, Dusty, who finished just behind him in the trials, was bumped up into the official racing roster and was in the Wings Around the Globe Rally.
After that everything started happening fast, training, tuning, more training, training again and motivational speeches and tattoos from skipper. Finally the day before he left, Dusty eyed down his oldest rival, the Freight plane.
With the ground rushing below him, Dusty skimmed past silos inverted, tumbled over trees, all before diving downwards and pushing himself to the finish line slowly, slowly, creeping past the shadow from the plane high above him before finally passing the checkered flag before it.
Max, Chug, Skipper Dottie and Sparky all cheered him on from the airfield watching him finally succeed and readying himself for the race.
--New York, Max--
Soon finding himself landing at JFK Airport in New York for the start of the race, Max taxied down the competitors lane looking for his designated hanger when reversing out from around a corner was non other then French-Canadian racer 'Rochelle', followed by an entourage of lady Forklift attendants and crew.
Max - 'mm mm mm mm, damn those curves look good, shame she's just a plane'
'Beep beep' - a blue box appears before me.
- Hey Rob here, wouldn't want you to travel the worlds without a proper companion, so if you have a good enough relationship and you trust them enough I'll allow you to use your spark to turn anyone into a transformer, bye -
oh damn, Oh damn, OH DAMN.
wait, did he say worlds....
Eh, who cares, cause right now I've got my eyes on an amazing French plane. I'm sorry El Chupacabra, but aint no way I'm letting you take the French baddie, AND i can offer turn her into a transformer, my life is amazing, thank you ROB. Better not screw this up.
Moving forward Max coughed to gain her attention
Max: "Excuse me Miss, you wouldn't happen to know the way to hanger X is, would you?"
Rochelle replied while slowly turning around, rolling her eyes, "yes, since this is hanger Y, hanger X is the one next door with the big sign" she replied with her French accent. Finally turning around and meeting Max eye to eye, she finds herself looking at a nervous but confident Max trying to act cool. 'definitely'. Her group whispered amongst themselves before giggling at Max's attempt to talk to her. Already wondering amongst themselves how this one would go. "And you are?"
"Max, I'm max, short for Maximus Prime, but everyone calls me Max"
{My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius]
"Shame, Maximus is such a strong Name"
"If such a beautiful lady wants to call me by my full name, i wont object"
Rochelle smiles, "such flattery wont get you far with me, Maximus" she replies while blinking slowly on my name
"flattery, what flattery, i was just speaking the truth about such an amazing racer standing before me"
Rochelle giggles "Well then Maximus, Goodnight to you, i have the first leg of the race to win tomorrow"
Rochelle Turns and with her wingtip flicks Max's Prop sending it spinning before disappearing back into her hanger, a chorus of giggles followed her in before the doors shut and blocked off what was being said inside.
Max sighed dreamily, "what a woman"
From behind, max heard someone laughing in disbelief, "Max?"
Turning around max found Dusty and El Chupacabra parked behind him staring in disbelief with grins on their face.
"i didn't know you could talk to women"
"sssshhhh, don't talk so loud, you want her to hear you?"
"alright alright, but what was that about, do you like her?"
"Maybe"
El Chupacabra: "Ah love, such a beautiful thing, you are a lucky plane to have found someone to chase, and rivals at that, nothing better to get your radiator to turn on."
"Ah yeah, Dusty, who's your new friend?"
"This, Max, is El Chupacabra, he's competing in the race with us."
"ok, well nice to meet you, but I'm going to my hangar and getting some needed rest, don't want to be tired while trying to get my flirt on, single life no more."
-- Next Day --
The fans had poured into the stadium that morning to watch the start of the Wings Around the Globe Rally, screaming and waving flags frantically. News reporters were shouting into their mics to be heard over the roar of the crowd. Streamers and confetti dropped down from the sky as the racers lined up in the tunnel.
The grin on Max's face stretched impossibly wide as the screams echoed in the tunnels and shook the ground, behind him, Dusty sat, nervous and shaking, and in front of him sat Rochelle, every so often he could see her stealing glance his way and smiling at his reactions to the noise.
"you're first race?"
"No, it just never goes away"
Rochelle laughs and agrees with him.
Before long, the ground crew had started pulling everyone through the tunnel and out onto the runway. The crowd somehow grew louder as we moved into position.
Before long, ground crew started clearing from the runway and through the radio all of us could hear the call to start our engines and the countdown begin.
Rochelle's engines surged to life one after the other, before a thunderous roar erupted from beside her. Max's supped up engine cutting out the noise from everyone else and shaking Rochelle down to the frame.
"I see you aren't all talk Maximus."
"Of course, wouldn't want to disappoint you before the race even began.:
"uh huh."
"How about this, last one to next checkpoint buys the drinks?"
Rochelle looked away and hummed as if thinking it over before smirking and looking back, "Fine, but I'm not going easy on your wallet."
The Countdown reached 5...4...3...2...1...
And they were off, one after the other their wheels left the ground and they took to the sky. looking behind Max could see Dusty struggle to follow before diving back down to fly low.
Flying next to Rochelle Max looked ahead and could see Rip, Ned and Zed pulling further away slowly, "Ill see you at the next stop Beautiful" giving Rochelle a wink Max pulled away easily and made his way past one racer after the next. Behind him he could hear Rochelle grumble "you think I'm just letting you go" before trying to keep up with him.
The time it took to catch up to the three in the lead, Max had left the group behind, with a very angry French woman pouting at the front of the group, no longer able to push any faster to catch up.
It didn't take long before he had already overtaken the three green beans out front with them only just noticing him as he went by, "huh, what, who's that" "I don't know you idiots but don't let him get to far ahead"
For the next couple of hours it was a back and forth of them trying to catch up before Max took off again keeping them behind, each time came with more and more profanities he didn't know existed.
By the time the sun was setting, the first stop had finally come into view.
-- Iceland --
With the rain and snow coming on the horizon, Max awaited Rochelle's arrival, he could see a line of planes making their final approach and out front was none other then her.
Finally landed and taxiing over to Max, he could see the biggest Pout on her face as she came to confront him, "And why did you not tell me you were that fast before we made this ridiculous bet?"
"And miss out on free drinks from my favourite plane, no thank you"
With a blush creeping onto her face, "Fine, but only a couple, anymore then that, and I'll believe your taking advantage of me."
"Yes ma'am" Max replied flirtingly, with a smug grin on his face.
The night slowly passed with quiet conversation, the fire flickered in the dark hangar as everyone enjoyed the warmth and their drinks, in the shadow Max and Rochelle were enjoying their conversation with laughter popping up every now and then.
That was until the doors opened and a wall of freezing cold air came rushing in, standing in the doorway was none other then Dusty Crophopper, wings frozen, shaking like that one chihuahua add for the milkshake from Wendy's.
Max and Rochelle looked over in concern as he made his way in past Ripslinger who made his comment with his goonies, and over to an empty firepit with El Chupacabra.
"Isn't that your friend?"
"yeah, but he'll be fine. He's just got to learn to fly higher."
"ok"
They continue their conversation, learning more about each other as the night went on, apparently Rochelle used to be a Mail carrier before becoming a rally racer. At the moment, Max only told her about his time at Radiator springs as if he was only there as a plane for training, later if their relationship took off, he would tell her the truth.
(not that he reincarnated but that he's a transformer and is multiple people in the world)
-- Next Legs --
With Max Landing first, he took off first, followed by the green bean trio, Rochelle, then the everyone else with Dusty in the back.
This continued for Germany and India, with each stop the fire between Rochelle and Max grew bigger and bigger, the laughs came easier. Max would find Rochelle stealing more and more glances towards him as the time went on, until one day while in India she asked him to go out on a flight.
With the sunsetting in the back, and following the city out to the open plains and back to the Taj Mahal. Both had an amazing time with each other to the point they were nearly inseparable for the rest of the day before heading off to bed, separately.
With the next leg off early in the morning, everyone climbed straight up the side of the mountain expecting another easy trip.
It wasn't until on the way to into Nepal, when the two came to land, there, parked on the taxiway surrounded by reporters waiting for everyone to land, a smug orange plane.