......9:30am Thursday morning.....Johnny Rotten in half asleep in the break room, only slightly stirring to adjust his dentures. Ms Lynette is clackin away at the keyboard and still getting aquainted with the drawing tablet, Spanky's on the phone in his office tryin to take a sip of his morning coffee between sentences, and Fit's outside preppin some cars for pick-up and photographing other for the Auction House.
Spanky: (hangs up the phone, stretches and heads out to the microwave) dang coffee's already cold, figgers the longes phone calls come at the worst time. Any calls Lynette?
Ms Lynette: Just one, Clyde called and said he was tied up on 695, somethin about idiot drivers. Nothin else.
Spanky: Strange, no customers, no calls, nothin. Heck, if the showroom weren't already clean I'd wonder what I'm payin Johnny fer.
Ms Lynette: Just let 'im be. If he's down there sleepin he aint up here tryin to look down my shirt.
Spanky glances downward, gets caught, and walks away embarrased.
Spanky: Hey Fit, hows the Garage Sale goin? Looks like there's a bit more room back here now.
Fit: Yeah, there's quite a bit more room back here. I didn't know we had half thee cars. Its a new suprise everytime I pull a cover off. I feel a bit rusty though, I used to be able to tell which car was which just by glancin back here. Now half the time I don't know.
Spanky: I couldn't tell ya what most 'a these cars are anyhow. By the way, Clyde called and says he's gone be a little late. (Look around) Hope he ain't too late, this driveway's kinda cluttered.
Fit: I can't move any more cars till the hauler comes......well speak of the devil.......(waves as Clyde pulls in the front lot and tries to turn around amongst the clutter.)
....for the next 30 minutes the lot is full of comotion as each car is loaded, V8 rumble, the hum of a Turbo 4 Cylinder, even the growl of a 10 cylinder disrupted the buisness park till all was replaced by the clakin of a Cummins Diesel haulin 'em off.....
Spanky: Wow, that made a bunch of space. How many cars are left over in the back storage lot?
Fit: I know all the Muscle cars are back there and I think there's a few still covered up back there. Grab the keys and we'll take....ummm lets see...well you pick just not the Sagaris, no gas.
Spanky: (Fires up a C5 Z06 and they head off) So any luck on what your doin fer the next round of hotlapps? I'm guessin yer done with the Solstice and the Shelby fer a bit. Bein as you put 'em inside the storage gate. What am I gonna be orderin parts fer next? Oh, and the guys over at the ALMS Sanctioning want ya to finalize the racin color and design and number for the cars. That's one of the 'quirements of our little 'rrangement with Panoz, team colors, uniforms, the whole bit. Good thing they get the bill.
Fit: Just pull up next to the fence. I guess I took the muscles up to the paint shop. There's only those 3 cars left. Leave the 'vette here we'll walk back. I can't decided what cars to prep for the next class, I been wadin in the ones we have and I can't decide. I had a prospect but I'm not sure we ever had the car to begin with.
As they pull the covers off of the last 3 cars in the back lot the choice for C-class hotlappers presents itself. Under the covers are 3 perfect candidates. A 2003 Lexus IS300 (The Imigrant), a 1968 Plymouth Barracuda Formula-S (The Native), and a 1985 Toyota Sprinter Trueno GT Apex (The Alternate).
Fit: Well Spanky, I think we have our candidates. Fits the shop requirements, RWD, one modern, one muscle.
Spanky: What about that 2-tone jobber? Looks like scrap to me.
Fit: The Sprinter, that's not scrap, that's my old car. I haven't driven this since I got the Esperante. I'll follow ya back to the shop and bring the hauler back for the others. Could you go and see what we have in the way of a TRD catalog, and wake Johnny up, we'll need his help on the Plymouth.
And the C-class hotlappers are decided on. 3 cars for this with the focus on the Lexus and the 'Cuda but being as I have NO C-class cars to run online in I'll build and toon the 'Yota as an alternate. One more step in my journey to catch Blooze.
