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9lives (9lives) wrote in silverage,

"Dirty I can do." That was probably the closest thing Rex got to a joke. He nodded at Tony, beckoning him closer, then propping the hood up further, so the engine could be clearly seen. "I've added a steering booster here. The pump and the distributor case are my own designs – I wasn't sure it'd be compatible with this model, but it works pretty well. The hydraulic fluid's a bit of an experiment as well."

Read: he had to make do with what was available. Sure, he was limited by resources, but Rex had never particularly been a stickler to maintenance and modification protocols. He had always been creative with his mechanical work, it was just that now he had to stretch that a little further. "My father designed cars," he explained. "And where I come from, racing's a big deal. Hard to grow up in that kind of world and not know a thing or two."

Saturday had not been his best performance, driving an unfamiliar car, and not pulling all the stops, as he had been surrounded by vehicles that didn't have Kwik-Save to protect the drivers from harm. Ten years ago, coming in fourth place in a race would have him fuming for days, but now, Rex didn't care about the result, as long as he could drive.