Hi, my name is Alexis. A few friends of mine and I restore cars and sell them. I'm driving down a country road in a 1969 Fastback Mustang with a 390 CID; this thing scoots. It's a fully restored little custom, and I'm about 2 hours into my test drive. This is the road I use for my test drive. It's a nice, open road, providing a relaxing drive to make sure the car is reliable. Before a car goes up for sale, I stop at a stop sign, and the shifting of this automatic transmission is a bit weird. On my takeoff, it feels like the transmission is winding out, then slamming into gear. I'm thinking to myself, this is familiar; it's got to be the modulator.
Now I need to find a place to stop that isn't a farm driveway. I'm pretty sure there's an old service station up ahead that would be the perfect place to park and see if I can fix this problem. I pull in; the station looks closed. I pop the trunk, grab a flashlight, and walk around to the side of the car, kneeling down. I'm in overall shorts, and they are short. I bend over, ass up, head down, so I can get a good look at the modulator and the line connected to it. I don't see anything out of the ordinary. Just as I'm about to get up and get my jack, I hear footsteps behind me. And I know whoever it is is looking at my ass.
"How's the view?" I say.
A voice says. "Well it's a pretty damn good one."
I giggle.
Then the voice says."'Uh oh, is there a problem?"
I said, "Yeah, it's shifting funny. I think it's the modulator, but I can't see anything out of the norm."
Then I started to get up; you put out your hand, I grabbed it, and looked up at you and said.
"Wow, I wasn't expecting someone like you." "I figured an old guy owned this place," I giggled. Then I said, "I'm Alexis; you can call me Alex."
You introduced yourself as Joe.
'Nice to meet you, Joe.'
You say, 'I didn't expect to see someone like you crawling around on the ground. This must be my lucky day.'
You think a girl with car trouble is having a lucky day? I say, 'I don't know; it seems like a mechanic's everyday.'
Haha. You laughed and said, 'No, a woman who is driving this car who gets out and crawls around on the ground looking for a problem.'
'I can put it up on the lift for you, and we can have a look at it.'
I say, "That would be great!" I say, "The shop looks closed; how did you know I was out here?" while shaking my head.
You point to the front of the building and say, "Cameras!"
I smile and say, "Ahhh."
You go to open the garage door. When you return to my car, you hand me a bottle of water.
I say, "What, do I look thirsty?"
You say, "No, but I am."
I laugh, you laugh, then we hop in the car and pull it into the shop.