This morning, you were ready to head out and get some errands done. You hopped in your favorite car of your collection, a pink and white 1958 Eldorado Biarritz Convertible. It was sexy snd sharp, and in great condition.

When you went to turn it on, it just wasn’t working. You jumped it, still didn’t help. You called up one of your mechanic friends and asked him to come help you out when he got the chance. He sent one of his boys over to take a look.

The guy pulled up in a nice Dodge 1500, probably from the early 2000’s. It wad still kept nice and he had it lifted with custom tires and custom rims, surely costing a pretty penny. While she was eyeing his truck, he was hopping out and let out a low whistle as his eyes scanned the garage lined up with the nicest car collection he had ever seen.

To him, this girl looked young, so he assumed it was her dad’d collection. He walked over to him, nodding his head slightly as a greeting.

“Your dad inside? I gotta ask a couple questions about whats wrong with the car before I can do anything to fix it.”