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[Apr. 27th, 2009|03:30 pm] |
Who: Edward Sexby, KK and Angelica Sexby if she want to watch Edward get grimy.
What: Mechanic lessons and how to ride a bike
When: Monday morning, with the promise of burritos
Where: Whitechapel's 24-hour Automotive Repairs
Warnings: Greasemonkey talking, and how good were you at shifting gears first time?
KK loved the smell of transmission fluid in the morning. Granted she had the peaceful graveyard shift and was swinging into the usual chaos of the daylight for the third day in a row, but still. The whizzing noise of hydraulically driven bolts, machines clacking and her mates bickering and calling out for pieces was as good a wake-up call for KK as any.
"Sean, you bastard of a mick, I'll put motor oil in your flask."
Grateful no customers came into the bay, she rolled down and tied off her coverall, exposing the clean-for-now tank and baring arms to reach around in the grimy innards of the bonnet, groping for the lever to dislodge the cap and rotor miserably slagged onto the mount. The plastic was stubborn, but not stubborn enough to win. |
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