Post by Robert Delancey on May 20, 2007 5:26:31 GMT 7
Inside of an older, three bay auto shop, somewhere in an older neighborhood of the city, the sound of a radio tuned to a classic rock station can be heard. In one of the bays sits a golden brown Tundra, with the hood up. Sounds of a socket wrench being twisted, as some bolts are loosened, can be heard as well. Rob works hard at unbolting an AC compressor, his simple instructions were to 'unbolt the old one, put the new one on, and call me when your ready to recharge the system'. He was working hard, trying to impress his new boss, and feel like he was making a difference.
This was a big change for him, gone were the days riding his bicycle through the city, trying to meet deadlines, and having the occasional crash. Thanks to his friend Dean, he had a steady job, and a decent income. As long as they had work in the shop, he could do simple things like he was doing now. He had worked on cars before, of course, but nothing professional like he was doing to the SUV that he was leaning over now. And Dean seemed to be a good teacher, Rob hadn't been yelled at yet. And this was a simple job.
Rob pulls off his backward facing ball cap, wiping some sweat off of his brow, before he put it back on over his close cropped hair. The dark green coveralls were a little warm on this late spring day, and the dark gray t-shirt underneath was showing signs of dampness from his exertions. He was almost done pulling off the old part, and the new one was in a box next to the front tire. And Dean didn't seem to mind when Rob started singing along with the radio, like he was doing right now. Sometimes he would belt out the lyrics, just as a way to practice, and to feel like he was actually singing it. Like what he was doing right now.
"Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything
Groovy
Wild thing"
Shaking his hips a little, in time to the music, he drops the wrench, and watches as it lands on top of some hoses. Leaning further inside, he reaches for the shiny silver of the tool, his feet nearly off of the ground. If anyone walked up to him right now, he might not hear them, he was so far under the hood. Only the bell going off when someone walked in the door might get his attention, over the loud sounds coming from the radio.
This was a big change for him, gone were the days riding his bicycle through the city, trying to meet deadlines, and having the occasional crash. Thanks to his friend Dean, he had a steady job, and a decent income. As long as they had work in the shop, he could do simple things like he was doing now. He had worked on cars before, of course, but nothing professional like he was doing to the SUV that he was leaning over now. And Dean seemed to be a good teacher, Rob hadn't been yelled at yet. And this was a simple job.
Rob pulls off his backward facing ball cap, wiping some sweat off of his brow, before he put it back on over his close cropped hair. The dark green coveralls were a little warm on this late spring day, and the dark gray t-shirt underneath was showing signs of dampness from his exertions. He was almost done pulling off the old part, and the new one was in a box next to the front tire. And Dean didn't seem to mind when Rob started singing along with the radio, like he was doing right now. Sometimes he would belt out the lyrics, just as a way to practice, and to feel like he was actually singing it. Like what he was doing right now.
"Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything
Groovy
Wild thing"
Shaking his hips a little, in time to the music, he drops the wrench, and watches as it lands on top of some hoses. Leaning further inside, he reaches for the shiny silver of the tool, his feet nearly off of the ground. If anyone walked up to him right now, he might not hear them, he was so far under the hood. Only the bell going off when someone walked in the door might get his attention, over the loud sounds coming from the radio.