Post by Adelais on Aug 9, 2014 16:55:56 GMT -5
Blake watched as the girl approached his truck. He was use to people stopping and checking out his truck and it wasn’t unusual for him to walk out of the store and see people taking pictures of his truck. That’s just what happened when you drove a classic. Since he had it repainted, because the original paint job had seen better days, he had noticed that it seemed to draw more attention. He narrowed his eyes as she moved closer to the it, so long as she didn’t scratch or damage it, he was fine with her checking it out. The guy had done an amazing job painting the truck, probably one of the best jobs Blake had seen in a very long time, so he understood why the woman might be staring. When she didn’t move away after some time, he decided to check her out. Maybe she wanted some information on the truck? If so, he would be happy to oblige. Trucks and cars were a passion of his and not may people share that passion. For the most part, people just liked classic cars and trucks because they were pretty and different, but he knew that they were way more than just a pretty face. There was so much more too them under the hood, that’s were all the power laid and where you would find anything of value. That’s what he loved most about restoring old trucks and cars, that you could take something worn and broken, discarded by others because they no longer saw the value in it or it no longer preformed for them, and with a little elbow grease, lots of patience, and (as crazy as this sounds) love. It’s amazing what it can turn into. It becomes something that people want to stop and check out, take pictures and know more about. Suddenly, something that someone deemed worthless becomes something of value.
He favorite part, though, was when he finally had the engine up and running. Hearing that engine purr for the first time is, well, lets just say that there’s no other feeling like it…
Downing the last of his beer, he made his way over to her, ignoring the stares and giggles of the women around the fire as he passed. So, what do you think? he asked with a grin, as he leaned against the front of the truck so he could face her. His green eyes shined in the firelight and the flickering light played up his handsome features. He studied the women as he reclined against his truck, she didn’t look like she was from around here. He did notice that she was wearing a jacket, despite the blazing heat coming off the fire, but he didn’t comment on it as he was wearing one too. Who was he to judge? Anyway, it did look really well made, the leather was lovely. I like your jacket he said, raising his eyes to hers.
Blake watched as the girl approached his truck. He was use to people stopping and checking out his truck and it wasn’t unusual for him to walk out of the store and see people taking pictures of his truck. That’s just what happened when you drove a classic. Since he had it repainted, because the original paint job had seen better days, he had noticed that it seemed to draw more attention. He narrowed his eyes as she moved closer to the it, so long as she didn’t scratch or damage it, he was fine with her checking it out. The guy had done an amazing job painting the truck, probably one of the best jobs Blake had seen in a very long time, so he understood why the woman might be staring. When she didn’t move away after some time, he decided to check her out. Maybe she wanted some information on the truck? If so, he would be happy to oblige. Trucks and cars were a passion of his and not may people share that passion. For the most part, people just liked classic cars and trucks because they were pretty and different, but he knew that they were way more than just a pretty face. There was so much more too them under the hood, that’s were all the power laid and where you would find anything of value. That’s what he loved most about restoring old trucks and cars, that you could take something worn and broken, discarded by others because they no longer saw the value in it or it no longer preformed for them, and with a little elbow grease, lots of patience, and (as crazy as this sounds) love. It’s amazing what it can turn into. It becomes something that people want to stop and check out, take pictures and know more about. Suddenly, something that someone deemed worthless becomes something of value.
He favorite part, though, was when he finally had the engine up and running. Hearing that engine purr for the first time is, well, lets just say that there’s no other feeling like it…
Downing the last of his beer, he made his way over to her, ignoring the stares and giggles of the women around the fire as he passed. So, what do you think? he asked with a grin, as he leaned against the front of the truck so he could face her. His green eyes shined in the firelight and the flickering light played up his handsome features. He studied the women as he reclined against his truck, she didn’t look like she was from around here. He did notice that she was wearing a jacket, despite the blazing heat coming off the fire, but he didn’t comment on it as he was wearing one too. Who was he to judge? Anyway, it did look really well made, the leather was lovely. I like your jacket he said, raising his eyes to hers.
Blake watched as the girl approached his truck. He was use to people stopping and checking out his truck and it wasn’t unusual for him to walk out of the store and see people taking pictures of his truck. That’s just what happened when you drove a classic. Since he had it repainted, because the original paint job had seen better days, he had noticed that it seemed to draw more attention. He narrowed his eyes as she moved closer to the it, so long as she didn’t scratch or damage it, he was fine with her checking it out. The guy had done an amazing job painting the truck, probably one of the best jobs Blake had seen in a very long time, so he understood why the woman might be staring. When she didn’t move away after some time, he decided to check her out. Maybe she wanted some information on the truck? If so, he would be happy to oblige. Trucks and cars were a passion of his and not may people share that passion. For the most part, people just liked classic cars and trucks because they were pretty and different, but he knew that they were way more than just a pretty face. There was so much more too them under the hood, that’s were all the power laid and where you would find anything of value. That’s what he loved most about restoring old trucks and cars, that you could take something worn and broken, discarded by others because they no longer saw the value in it or it no longer preformed for them, and with a little elbow grease, lots of patience, and (as crazy as this sounds) love. It’s amazing what it can turn into. It becomes something that people want to stop and check out, take pictures and know more about. Suddenly, something that someone deemed worthless becomes something of value.
He favorite part, though, was when he finally had the engine up and running. Hearing that engine purr for the first time is, well, lets just say that there’s no other feeling like it…
Downing the last of his beer, he made his way over to her, ignoring the stares and giggles of the women around the fire as he passed. So, what do you think? he asked with a grin, as he leaned against the front of the truck so he could face her. His green eyes shined in the firelight and the flickering light played up his handsome features. He studied the women as he reclined against his truck, she didn’t look like she was from around here. He did notice that she was wearing a jacket, despite the blazing heat coming off the fire, but he didn’t comment on it as he was wearing one too. Who was he to judge? Anyway, it did look really well made, the leather was lovely. I like your jacket he said, raising his eyes to hers.
