Julie reached into the engine, inserted the sparkplug and expertly tightened it. She eased the rubber cap over the plug and snapped it into place. She then closed the hood and used a rag to wipe away the small smudge on the shiny metal flake pink.
Making sure they were free from any grease or grime she opened the door, climbed in and started the engine. She slowly backed the vintage Mustang down the driveway and pulled into the street. Heading away from town it wasn't long before the car was cruising smoothly through the countryside.
Up ahead she noticed a spot where the road widened out into a scenic overlook. Clicking on her blinker Julie eased off the road and parked. She immediately reached down and popped her hood. Ignoring the beautiful view she opened the hood, reached in and pulled one of the wires loose and then got back in her seat and waited.
After a few cars drove by without slowing down she turned away several offers of help before a nicely kept car pulled over and stopped. A kindly looking gray-haired gentleman creaked out of the car and limped over.
"Looks like you have car trouble," he said looking at her brown eyes. "What seems to be the problem ma'am?"
Ma'am, hmm... she thought, so polite. "Yes, the engine just stopped and I can't get it started."
He turned and peeked in at the engine. Quickly reaching inside, he fiddled around a bit and then looked back at her. "You had a loose wire. Go ahead and try to start it up."
Julie inserted the key and started up the car. "Oh my," she exclaimed, "you fixed it so quickly."