![]() Shoes were a weakness as well as pretty dresses. Her shop, Charlie’s Garage, had enough little jobs coming in to keep her solvent, but it didn’t allow for massive splurges like she tended to indulge in. Taking on a project car had been quite taxing on the wallet. Once the car was running, she would invest in some breathtaking black rims to complete the polished look. She had put some cheap steel wheels on it, simply to get it on the tow truck. She had meticulously repaired every broken wire and rebound the harness. The Camaro had been her labor of love during her downtime at the shop and now it was going to come to fruition, or so she prayed. The motor had been run hot to the point of ruin, not to mention the damage from critters eating at the wiring harness. ![]() The convertible top was shredded, but that was the least of her problems. The body was intact and had very few rust spots. She rescued that car off the side of the road for $500 dollars cash and it was an amazing bargain. ![]() Her pretty little splurge: a 1967 black Camaro. The head gasket was on, bolts torqued down and all that was left was to top off all the fluids, change the oil and start her up. Stretching, she felt a sense of accomplishment as she surveyed her work. The dull ache could be her kidneys protesting her diet of Starbucks, but she doubted it. Either that, or she needed to drink some water instead of coffee. Leaning over the radiator of the old car was taking a toll. Carla – thank you for letting me borrow it.Ĭharlotte stood slowly to ease her aching back. ![]()
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