Autobody Brad (Part 1)

The roar of an inline 6.5-liter big block came rolling into the driveway as the clock chimed ten times. She had been anticipating this date for a few days as she had taken a large interest in Brad, as well as an even larger interest in his car. She rushed to the front door and gave herself the up down to make sure she looked alright. Her white tank top and short denim skirt gave her a kind of schoolgirl feel but her favorite part was that her matching bra and underwear were both unseen. She loved this set, matching black lace push up and thong, it drove every guy she’d been with wild; she hoped it would do the same to Brad.
As the tumblers fell in place she pulled the key out and walked slowly and confidently to the restored candy apple red Camaro Z28 SS. She loved the deep purr of the engine, and the smooth detailing on the interior. Although she was never a car buff, something about this car drove her mad. When she was younger she would’ve done anything to get a ride in this car, now that she was in it, she would do anything to stay there.
The date was her idea, sort of. Brad worked at the auto body shop next to her store and had apparently wanted to ask her on a date for a few weeks, but hadn’t gathered the courage to walk into the lingerie store all by himself.


One day before work, she left her lights on and parked her car in the corner of the back lot so nobody would notice. As she expected, the battery was dead by nightfall and the engine wouldn’t turn over. By coincidence that same day, Brad happened to be the one closing the shop that night, who would’ve guessed? She walked to the door of the shop with a grin on her face, which she wiped off seconds before she knocked on the door.

A somewhat frantic rapping came from the glass door as Brad slid himself out from under the ’67 Shelby mustang GT350. His first reaction was anger, this was the only night out of the whole week he got to set aside time to work on this car. It was his second lady, and he had picked her up for a decent price outside of Santa Monica. Their eyes met as he looked towards the door and he accidentally wiped his hands on his clean undershirt. Hoping she wouldn’t notice that dumb move, he stood and walked calmly towards the door. Not sure what to say the words, “I’m really sorry but we closed at 6,” came out of his mouth. IDIOT…IDIOT…IDIOT. The word repeated in his head over and over as realized that his chance at asking her out might have just been eradicated.
“I know and I’m really sorry but my car is in the parking lot right there and it wont start, I must’ve left the lights on all day and I think the battery is dead… Do you think you could help me jump it?”
“YEAH,” Brad’s heart jumped at the thought of being able to help her, “give me a minute.”
He disappeared into the back of the shop and minutes later a beautiful American muscle car came around the corner, a car she had seen in dreams and fantasized about when she was younger. Brad pulled up next to her and she barely managed to hear “hop in, ill drive you to your car,” over the vociferous big block. She sank into the custom designed leather bucket seat and noticed the 5-point harness surrounding it. Second by second she liked this guy more and more.
He pulled up next to her custom sapphire Audi and noticed that there wasn’t a single marking on the car, yet it looked fabulous. 19” nickel-plated BBS rims, Brembo Brakes, slight window tints, and tires that could stick to black ice. Immediately he liked this girl, although he had no idea what her name was and he thought he might like her before, this was a sign that her and him were meant for something. “YOUR car is an ‘07 S4??” He said skeptically. “Actually, ’07 RS4,” she replied critically, with a grin on her face.
Awe-struck, he popped the hood of his car and asked her to do the same. Having seen the car inside and out before, he connected the jumper cables to the battery and followed suit with his own engine. His engine roared as he started it, proud to feel the ground shake from under him. While they let her battery charge, he struck up conversation about sports and what she does, interested to find out that she owns a chain of high end lingerie shops all along the west coast. She cranked the key and the car sprang to life as the engine finally kicked. All 420 horses were let loose upon the pavement as a purr as deep as an abyss flowed out the tail pipes. Brad unhooked the cables and locked down the hoods of both cars as she thanked him over and over for the help.