She propped the hood open for him and took him up on his offer to check out his bike. It was very fair of him, especially since he didn't really know her. But she wasn't going to wait around for him to change his mind. Lottie hurried over to the bike, then squatted down to get a good look at the engine. As she did so, she answered, “Yeah, but the Harley can go faster, so that would've been the first one I would have looked at. Your Indian is pretty though.”
That was the best compliment she could give until she'd gotten a good look at the motor. She wasn't going to give a false compliment, that wouldn't be nice, and she was really bad at lying anyway. Somehow, people always knew when she was lying. It wouldn't be a good beginning to... um... their meeting, or relationship, or whatever it was.
“Yeah, the stuff with TEL does pretty good, and it's cheaper than the fuel with the ethanol mixed in,” she said as she turned her head to the side for a better look at the bike. “I heard, though, that here in America the Surgeon General is thinking about banning leaded fuels because they might not be safe. I suppose they'll go back to the alcohol blends, but really? I think the higher octane stuff really gets a better performance too.”
Before she could delve into the discussion of how the new tetraethyl lead additive eating through the valve seats and exhaust pipes in earlier test lead to better, stronger parts, Lottie saw something that made her gasp. “Oooo! Did you tweak your intake valve chamber to allow for a richer oxygen mix? That's brilliant! And who's Heimdal?”