Mechanic and Driver

The Mechanic and The Driver

After a season ending crash, dirt track racer, Jim Drake spent the winter recovering in his home town of Boulder, CO. Jim was on the final lap of the Talladega race, when his open wheel race car - #33 - blew its transmission. Chris, driving #69, rammed into his slowing car, sending Jim's car up and over the barrier. Jim was flown to a local hospital, but had suffered a severe concussion and a broken leg. Over the following 6 months, Jim went through extensive rehabilitation, to include daily physical therapy, weight training and yoga 3 times a week.

One sunny June morning, Jim heard from his doctor - he had been cleared to race again. After reaching out to his team, he was given the news he had been waiting for. He was asked to return to full race status immediately. Jim was elated and couldn't wait to get back in the dirt. He could hardly sleep and stayed up packing all night for his 2 day trip back to Raleigh, NC, where his race team was located. He arrived at the garage a couple days later to a hero's welcome.

Monday morning, they had a drivers meeting to discuss the upcoming race schedule. Unfortunately, Jim was told that he wouldn't be driving for the next 4 races, because they had to submit backup drivers in his absence. Jim was crushed! But that's not all the bad news he got that morning - he was also told the reason for his crash causing failed transmission, was mechanic error. Jim's childhood buddy, Ron the transmission mechanic, was fired due to negligence from his pre race setup.

The following morning, the majority of the race team headed out for their 4 race event on the west coast, leaving Jim back in Raleigh. He thought the best use of his time, would be to settle back into his apartment, find a gym and a yoga studio to continue his rehabilitation. After work Jim grabbed his yoga mat, and headed out to try the new Zen Yoga Studio - just opened a couple miles from the garage. Jim was able to get into the afternoon class; walked in and set up his mat in the back of the class. The class was full of twenty-somethings, as typical with Yoga these days, but there were a couple people Jim's age. Jim wasn't expecting such a popular class, unlike his hometown of Boulder, Raleigh wasn't exactly known as having a

Yoga Community

. He also found a good gym nearby, and signed up for a membership there as well.

He woke up the next day and headed out to Zen Yoga; got setup in the same spot and started his breathing exercises, as the class all settled in. Looking around, he noticed a few people from his class the day before. One in particular, was a tall, thin, beautiful blonde - who setup a few spots over. During the class, he glanced over and noticed that this woman had an amazing presence, great energy and an exceptional practice. After class he decided to try and say hi, but by the time he got out, she was gone. Disappointed he was unable to meet her, he headed home. Later that day, he found himself thinking back about this new girl and was hoping he'd have another opportunity to say hello. Jim decided he was going to go to the same class tomorrow in hopes he'd run into her again.

Jim woke the next morning, excited at the thought that he'd be able to see this new woman in class, and got there a little early. He setup his mat closer to where the woman had hers the day before, in hopes that she'd be there and setup next to him. Jim was again doing his breathing exercises, waiting for the class to settle in, when he looked up to find the beautiful blonde setting her mat up right next to him. They made eye contact and exchanged a smile. She was wearing form fitting pants and a criss cross type yoga bikini top with her long blonde hair pulled tightly into a pony tail. Jim found himself completely losing focus at the thought of which poses would point him in her direction. She had long muscular legs, great hips and a long thin torso. As the class went on, he noticed that her breathing was deep and rhythmic and her movements were very graceful. He was so focused on her, that their breathing began to match, linking their practices and energy to one another.

After the class was over, Jim wasn't going to miss another opportunity to meet this new woman, so he said "Hello." With a warm, welcoming smile, she said "Good morning, I was hoping you'd say hello." Her name was Sinthia, and she had a beautiful smile and chocolate brown eyes. After chatting for a couple minutes, they went about their day. Heading home, Jim had a huge smile on his face, a renewed sense of excitement in his life and seemed to have forgotten about not being with his race team.

The next morning, Jim setup in the same spot, hopeful that he would see Sinthia again. He sat up from doing his breathing exercises, but she wasn't there. He went through his entire class, completely distracted again wondering if he'd ever see her again. Feeling down after class at the thought that he had missed his opportunity to get her number, he packed up and started to leave. On the way out of the building, there she was, walking in the front door with her mat in hand. The locked eyes, exchanged a smile and a "Good Morning". As they passed each other, Jim said, "Have a great practice". Sinthia said, "Thanks...oh, hang on a second..." She walked over to the check-in counter and grabbed a business card, scribbled something down and handed the card to Jim. She quickly turned around saying, "Have a great day."

Jim's heart was racing as he walked out and looked at the card. It said,

Sinthia

with her

phone number

! Jim was elated, but trying to decide when he should call her consumed the rest of his day - not to mention, what he'd say. He hadn't been this excited, since he found out he had been cleared to race again. Somehow, racing was the furthest thing from Jim's mind - he wanted to get to know Sinthia.

Jim woke the next morning with a spring in his step, walking around his house whistling his favorite tune. He couldn't wait for yoga that day so he could see Sinthia again. He got to class an hour early and waited out front, hoping to run into her - but she never showed. For the next couple days, he got to class early, setup in the same spot, but she never showed. He decided to call her, but was unsure what to say. Before he had a chance, he got the call he had been waiting for. It was his race team; it was finally time for him to get back on the track.

They had just finished building a new car, and asked Jim to come in for some testing. He grabbed his bag and headed to the garage. He was so excited to get back in the dirt, but couldn't stop thinking about Sinthia. When he got to the garage, he found a skeleton crew there - because the race team was still on their west coast race trip. They were set to return in a week, so there wasn't much time to get acclimated, after 6 months off the track. Jim walked into the garage to applause from the small crew, and a banner reading

Welcome Back Jim.

Kyle, the home team crew chief, came over to Jim to give him the agenda for the day.

They were going to be running a few laps in the new car to get the suspension and software dialed in. The two of them walked across the immaculate garage floor, to find a spotless new dirt racer on jack stands with a pair of coverall laden legs sticking out from under the car. Jim asked Kyle, "What's the deal, I thought we were ready to roll?" Kyle responded, "We just had a couple of adjustments on the transmission linkage." This was very concerning to Jim, because he knew the cause of his crash was a failed transmission. He said very quietly to Kyle, "How is Ron's replacement working out? Has he gotten everything signed off?" Kyle smiled and said, "Yes, she was first in her class at UTI and had a letter of recommendation from the dean." With a shocked look on his face, Jim said, "SHE?" Just then, Kyle nudged the foot of the legs sticking out from under the car, and she starting rolling out from under the car.

Jim just stood there with a disapproving look on his face. He thought, a female mechanic, seriously?! What are they thinking? Her legs just keep coming out and Jim thought, geez how tall is this girl - her legs go on forever. As she rolled all the way out, their eyes locked onto each other once again. Kyle said, "Jim meet Sinthia, your new transmission mechanic." Both Jim and Sinthia were speechless. All Jim could muster was, "Welcome to the team Sinthia." She responded nervously with a, "Thank you, it's an honor." Kyle pulled Jim away, so they could go over the car setup and agenda for the day, but all Jim could think about was Sinthia.

He was so excited that he had run into her again. She's a race mechanic? WHAT? How is this possible? She has to remember me, right? Shit, I can't believe this - this girl that I've been obsessing over, works on my team? The whole time through the race trim meeting with Kyle, Jim could think of only Sinthia. Kyle said, "Are you OK Jim, you seem a little distracted?" "No, I'm good, it's just really great to be back after 6 months", said Jim. They were scheduled to do some test laps that afternoon, now he just had to figure out a way to talk to her. But he knew he had to focus on the practice - it had been a long time since he had been up to speed in the dirt.

After lunch, the announcement came over the loud speaker,

Practice in 15 minutes.

Jim finished getting into his fire suit and headed out to the track, behind the garage. His crew was there, finishing the ca setup when Jim arrived. He was talking with Kyle about the new car setup, but couldn't stop thinking about his beautiful new transmission mechanic. He climbs in the car and starts getting buckled in when the crew comes by one at a time for their ceremonial

Good Luck

fist bump before starting the engine. Sinthia, very nervous about working with Jim, takes a deep breath and approaches the driver's window. She sticks her fist in the window, with a cracking voice and says, "Good Luck out there." They lock eyes again, but Jim could only manage an eye squinting - ear to ear smile.

Jim starts the engine - the ear piercing sound and ass rumbling vibration, instantly brings Jim's focus back. He isn't thinking of Sinthia, or the crash, or the fact that he's testing and not racing - he's just happy to be back in the car. He gets up to speed and everything seems to be working properly; the transmission shifted flawlessly, the preload in the corners was right on, the wing was providing great downforce and the dirt was a perfect consistency. He made about 15 laps, each increasing in speed, before he came in for a pit stop. He shut the engine down and removed his helmet when Kyle came over, and the two of them went over the computer diagnostics. "How does it feel Jim?" "It feels great, maybe take the tire pressures up a bit on the right rear, and lets go again."

Jim starts the engine up again, and sets out for more laps. Sinthia was so relieved that Jim had no complaints about her setup. She was all business as she was working with the pit crew trackside, but she kept thinking back to that cute guy in her yoga class.

Could he be interested in me? But he's my driver, I can't...I just can't. But, he's so handsome.... And apparently, a great driver.

After a few more laps, Jim pulls in, shuts the engine down and climbs out of the car. Kyle walks over and the two of them head back to the garage. As they walk past the crew, Jim gives them each another ceremonial fist bump and a "Great works guys." Sinthia was last in line, because she was the newest on the team. When Jim got to her, he didn't offer a fist bump, but looked into her deep brown eyes, smiled and said, "Very nice work - she shifted perfectly." As he placed his hand on her shoulder and walked away. Sinthia was giggling inside and so excited that he had singled her out for her great work.

Back in the garage, after Jim and Kyle debriefed, Jim headed to the locker room for a shower and to clean the long missed dirt off his face. Coming out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around his waist - he stops dead in his tracks. Sinthia was standing there in her coveralls, haired up in a pony tail, with a surprised look on her face. The race team had never had a female employee, and as such had never outfitted the garage with a female locker room. Time seemed to stop for Sinthia as she gazed onto Jim. His broad shoulders, muscular tattooed arms, hair slicked back and piercing blue eyes - had her heart racing and her knees weak. The setting sun shined through the locker room window, making the water droplets on his upper body glisten. Jim, having a renewed sense of confidence - having been back to speed in the dirt - calmly said, "Hi." Sinthia, barely able to compose herself, said "Hi", and hurriedly left the room.

Sinthia went straight home after her encounter with Jim, and drew herself a hot bath and poured a healthy glass of wine. Decompressing from her first successful track day, but found her thoughts totally focused on Jim. Wondering about the possibilities and thinking of how his muscular arms would feel wrapped around her. She began to slowly caress her thighs and up and over her hips, imagining what his large strong hands would feel like on her. She started to feel an aching in her hips and her core tightening, as her hands found their way to her breasts. Her perfect nipples were erect as her hands grazed over them, begging to be pinched. She felt a rush of heat all over her body as her hands found their way down her stomach, over her freshly waxed mound and down her swollen lips. Her fingers slightly parting her lips... she stopped and thought, what am I doing? He's my driver, I can't, we can't, it just can't happen!

Similarly, at Jim's apartment later that evening, he was on the couch enjoying a beer and going over his great first day back in the dirt. But he too, found his thoughts often wondering back to Sinthia and the possibilities that could be. Remembering her looking at him with her beautiful smile; her chocolate brown eyes, tight blonde pony tail, long legs... she was stunning! He wondered what it would be like to kiss her, to take in her scent, taste her lips and feel her shapely hips pressed against him. He thought back to their yoga class and how beautifully she moved her body, how the sweat dripped down her back, her thighs filling out her tight pants and how he could hear her rhythmic breath. Jim felt a rush down his body to his groin as his cock began to wake up. Thinking of having his hands all over her sweaty body, feeling her long legs wrapped tightly around him - he takes a deep breath and a big swig of his beer. He was throbbing now and was aching for a release thinking of how sexy Sinthia was. He reached down to his crotch to find his erect penis, pulled down his pants and began to slowly stroke himself. He thought; I wonder what she tastes like, what her nipples looked like, how her ass would feel in his capable hands. He grabbed a little coconut oil, from the jar on the coffee table, and rubbed it all over his balls and cock. He was sliding his hand up and down his slippery shaft as his other hand found his full balls. Oh my god, I have to have her - he thought. He could feel his hips tensing, his glutes tighten, when he suddenly stopped. What am I doing, I can't, we can't, it just can't happen. He stands up and takes another deep swig of his beer, and pulls his pants up.

When Jim and Sinthia turned in that night, they both did so with a smile on their faces - with the thoughts of seeing the other the next day at work. When Jim got the garage, he casually looked for Sinthia, but she wasn't around. He went into the locker room to put on his race suit, because he had more testing scheduled that morning. Jim took off his red flannel shirt, removed his cowboy boots and lowered his tattered jeans. Just then, Sinthia walked by and caught Jim's eye. A rush went through each of them, as Jim confidently said, "We have to keep meeting like this," with a smile on his face. Sinthia, unable to muster any words only a blushing smile as she gazed upon his broad shoulders - quickly walked away. Sinthia thought,

Did he mean to say we

have to

keep meeting like this? The expression is, we

have to stop

meeting like this. Does that mean he IS interested in me? It couldn't be, he's my driver....

Later that day, Jim was heading out, but made a point to find Sinthia. She was under his car on a roller making adjustments from his test day. He knelt down and said, "How's it going down there?" Sinthia's heart started racing, and responded with, umm yeah, uhh everything is good, just double checking everything from today." Jim said, "Do you still go to Zen Yoga? I haven't seen you for a few days. I'll heading there for the 7 o'clock class, would you like to..." Sinthia interrupted with an emphatic, "Yes!" Jim grinned with her enthusiasm and said, "Great, I'll see you there." Sinthia, feeling embarrassed at her eager response, said with a crack in her voice, "..ok.."

Jim could only think about Sinthia for the next two hours, until he could see her again in class. He arrived a half early and got setup in their regular spot. He began his stretching and breath work, as he eagerly awaited for Sinthia to arrive. The instructor came in and addressed the class, but still no Sinthia. It was 7 o'clock and she still wasn't there. Jim started thinking he was being stood up. The class started in Mountain pose with some deep breathing - but all Jim could think about was why Sinthia could have possibly stood him up. Just then, the door opens and a flustered and hurried Sinthia walks in with her mat in hand. Jim was so relieved and addressed her with a huge smile. Unfortunately today's class was so full, the only spot left for Sinthia was directly in front of Jim. It seemed the two of them realized this at the same time, because they both looked at the remaining empty spot and then back to each other. Jim was elated at the idea that he was going to be able to watch her gorgeous body move the entire class, but Sinthia was mortified.

What if he doesn't like my body, what if I do a pose wrong, or worse fall down? Uggg

!