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I brought Liz’s car in to have some minor things fixed – a rattle here, trunk light not working, small vibration in seat when braking and a bigger vibration when you floored it.
The guy looked at me then asked if I owned the yellow mustang – yes, that be me. Why do I have a cam in it? Because I can - how do you like those dual pipes.
He tried to tell me I would hurt the motor running with out mufflers and he was surprised no one had tried to steal my converters.
I told him that’s why I insisted they store it inside over the weekend. As a bonus they detailed it for me. It really looks good waxed and with the wheels and tires done.
The guy told me he would turn it around for me. I told him no need and showed him some extra leg when I got in.
I fired it up and revved the motor a few times since it was already warm. I put my sunglasses on, smiled while spreading my legs then punched it and did a perfect 180. Then I went from 0 to 80 in less then a block – I love that car.
I waved as I drove away – my skirt was not hiding a thing. He was grinning ear to ear. I had forgotten something and I called. He said thank you three or four times then I told him Liz’s car choked out at 85, could he please fix that.
No problem. He asked how long I had I had been driving funny cars. I told him since I was sixteen, then I gunned it for him to hear.
His laugh was pure joy. I love a man that knows automobiles.
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