He'd had sex in this car, Tink, don't be too concerned about white gloves.
"Isn't she perfect?" Aside from the huge dent, scrapes, and the crunched bumper. "Tell you what.. you fix her up nice and I'll let you take her for a spin." He'd let one other person drive his car in his life. His other mechanic.
He trusted a good mechanic.
And, you know, if she wrecked it she could fix it.
Leaning to look under the hood when she popped it, he let out a small breath. Thankfully, the engine hadn't been touched, the crunch of the car hadn't reached it.