I never wanted to be a racer.

Heck, I never wanted to be anything my dad wanted me to be.

Until his crash, that was.

"With Number Ninety-Five coming out of his worst season on record, it is safe to assume that Lightning McQueen's racing days...are over."

I had to take his place, even if it put me at risk of a spotlight that I really never wanted.

I needed a cover-up. So, I got one.

What I hadn't realized was how quickly a certain racer would figure me out.

It didn't matter; I had to do everything in my power to keep the secret. This wasn't for me. It was for Dad.

At least, that's what I told myself.

Once my intentions were figured out, everything changed.