Hot Shot is standing outside mount Rushmore. Beside him is three humans. The first is Molly Worksworth with a tall dark skinned boy wearing a green shirt reading “You are lookingg at my shirt, that’s enough interaction for today.” And blue jeans.  Ivy is the last one.

 “This will make a great racing area!” Hot Shot said, raising his arms into the air.

Molly wiggled her nose. Her boyfriend Wilson Debray noticed her unusual nose movement. Whenever she did that. it meant something didn’t settle in her womanly complicated mind in where Men do not understand people of her gender. Ivy’s gaze fixed to George Washington’s head.

 Her gaze landed on the entire mountianious monument. She can not imagine the place being a race track in her eyes. Lora had mailed the tape to the company that is currently on the way to delivering Transformers Anime to Television and media.

Wilson rolled his eyes. Expectig the usual comment from Molly.

“Hot Shot, this is something majorly important to american history.” Molly points out. “I don’t think anyone would like to see their greatest work demolished from racing.”

 Hot Shot’s optics beamed.

“Waaaiit for it.” Ivy said, timing him.

"We don’t have to demolish it." Hot Shot began. "We can build a road into the side the mountian..No wait....Better yet, the road-round-hole can be constructed UNDERNEATH it!”

Hot Shot's digits jittered to start racing at the wild thought.

 Molly anaylized his propostion.

“Sounds capab--”

Molly is inturuppted by a large and muscular horse which came up towards the three.He seemed older.Perhaps older in one thousand twelve years on Earth. Maybe One thousand two hundred sixty years old.  The horse transformed.

 Hot Shot’s jaw drops.

“GoldSpeed?!”

 The drummer elder like Transformer nodded. Ivy’s memory came clear. She had seen his breed in the magazine’s researching horses for a literature project. Although, Ivy ended up doing it on The Black Stallion.

“Surprise, surpries, surprise.” He said, with a laugh. He came forward.

"Are you a rogue counterpart of Sentinel?"Molly asked, more like screaming than saying it typically.

“I am not.” He said. taking a sigh and shook his head. “I admit to telling the man about the vast universe of ours..However, I am NOT a traitor to the Autobot name.” Goldspeed gazed to Hot Shot’s direction. “Wanna race?”

Hot Shot flipped down his visor.

“Ready as I can be any cycle!” He said,sliding the humans to the side. He turned to the humans with a gleeful expresion plasted on his faceplate. “Take out the stop watch! ANNDDD that thing you use to record stuff!”

Wilson frowned.

“Camera.” Wilson corrected him.

“RECORDER!” Molly shot.

 “Slow-poke, Yo ming.” Ivy said  to Molly. She takes out her recording device and stop watch--that immediately was grabbed out from her hands by a very eager Molly anticipating to do something rather...major.

Goldspeed got in line with Hot Shot. his gaze fixed to the younger bot’s direction. Hot Shot saw a glint of femilarity in the older mech’s optics. He hasn’t raced in what? Decades! Maybe more than a couple years in his time. It’s surprising to find the Transformers race contributed to human race unknown.

 “Ready?” He asked the younger Autobot.

 Hot Shot nodded.

“Ready, sir!”

And then...they started racing on the count of...1..2...3...4...5! Hot Shot speeded off at an incredbile rate leaving the older mech behind. GoldSpeed raced on his extra pair of wheels latched to side of his feet. Wilson watched the two racing bots while he leaned on a wooden log similar to a sports commentator.

Wilson takes out a round and circlure object. That is commmonly used in race car and Nascar programming. it’s more similar to a mobile robot capable of flight around the racing vehicles.He lets the object whirl to the racing vehicles.

“What’s that?” Molly asked, raising a eyebrow.

"Sports eyes!” Wilson said, wearing the gray gamer-like glasses that have a wide lense. “HE’sTURNING. HE’S TURNING, HE’S TURNNING--OH CRAP HE FELL INTO THE LAKE!”

 Hot Shot got out. Then he feels dirty water splash onto his face by GoldSpeed. He wiped it off.

"I'm coming!" Hot Shot proclaims, speeding off towards the older mech’s direction very determined. The race track is made around the mountain.

GoldSpeed laughs as he speeded up. He did indeed start a new breeding race of horses so many years ago. Most people think it’ll be impossible for  a transformer to do some majoritical thing on horses. Though the first breed Foul was named Grental with GoldSpeeds color...In poka dots. Eventually...this breed would lead into victory for knights.

It’s become a rare type of horse to raise due to the popularity and poaching for it’s fur. The President had to sign a bill declaring that nobody should make products off the creature’s soft skin and beautyful mane. It wiped off one popular colon from Earth....Humans managed to find the next good smelling and soft manufactured product.

  The Poaching greatly affected. So much there’s only a hundred horses of GoldSpeed’s impossible breed remaining. Nobody knows where the have been kept hidden for their safety. Not even the greatest illegal poachers in the entire world could find them using their compatible tools.The race coninued.

“Get me it!”  Molly shrieked, taking a screen out from his bookbag. Ivy’s eyes became incredibly huge. The next question to roll out from her mouth is likely  be femilaraized towards A Movie.

“...You related to Mary Poppins?” Ivy asked him, her hazel eyes blinking in surprise. The boy who is not related to the fictional character at all shook his head with a cheery ‘ol laugh. Ivy seemed to refer many people to television shows,.movies, and cartoons. comparably by character.

“I wish!” Wilson said.

The camera showed the racing Autobots goong around the Mountian. Hot Shot zoomed quicker than GoldSpeed who accelerated his  hoofs onto th ground more harsher and harder. They are both a blurr to any bystanders
“HE’S GONNA SCORE!" Wilson yells

 “Who’s gonna score?”  Molly asked.

“GOLDSPEED!”Wilson yelled, again.

Then Hot Shot skidded to the side of the road once gravity pulled both Autobots downwards. Something had been unsettled. A tall femme with fantastical like armor stood at the center holding a long blade shining proudly. Her armor may blend one person into seeking total darkness.

Goldspeed looks forward to see accesorized Femme holding her energized blade into the ground by both  servos. He recognized her. Somebody he knew. so,long,ago in Great War Era. Her name slipped from his tongue. GoldS can’t figure out what her name is. Despite the resemblence.

The humans and Hot Shot hurried up to the femme while GoldSpeed stood trying to remember her name. Hot Shot reached out his servo. “Hello. I am Hot Shot and these are my friends Molly, Wilson. and Leo--”

“IT’S IVY!” The girl corrected him, stammering as smoke can be seen coming from her ears. The Autobot laughed at the girls comment. He turned towards the femme with a highly amused expression on his face.

“And CALL ME MO!” Molly added in, her eyes flare animatically with fire growing gradually at the center and a screen appearance that showed flames flicking from around her. Her teeth are sharp and flat along the upper chewing areas.

The femme laughed, as well did Wilson.

“I am DeathCharge, and I would like to meet your leader.”

A/N I had a total awesome story arch planned ahead, but, I never got into continuing writing from this point. I hope you enjoyed reading this story with a cliffhanger that will never be finished despite being marked finished. Anyway that's not the point here! I hope you enjoyed it.