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Eventually Ray and Gale told him that they’d heard him sing, but they’d assured him that they hadn’t told anyone and never would tell anyone, unless he wanted them to. (He didn’t).
At the end of every season, Jackson Storm went back to his childhood home. The small suburban apartment that his parents, brother, and sisters all still lived in. Where he still lived when he wasn’t traveling for races.
As soon as he’d arrive, he’d go check on his closet. The one he kept locked. And barricaded. And possibly booby-trapped.
Everyone knew to not poke around Jackson’s closet. They didn’t think there was anything illegal or dangerous in there, so why not let him have his secret?
They’d told him they wouldn't judge him for whatever was in there. (They would, if they knew...).
What was he hiding?
A shrine. A Dinoco and Rust-eze shrine.
He hadn’t been kidding when he’d told McQueen that he’d been a fan of his for “a lot of years.”
And he had the merch-pile to prove it.
He didn’t have time to access the closet yet, so he kept his newest merch-acquisition in his jacket pocket. (No one needed to know that Jackson Storm had been carrying around a limited edition Dinoco 51 diecast for a week...)
Once he was satisfied that the closet was undisturbed, he allowed himself to start relaxing for the off-season.