Day At The OfficeSouth Carolina, 1976.Day At The Office in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a hot, muggy summer day in July. The sun's unforgiving rays were like a heavy weight on Sadie's chassis, the bright sunlight blinded her as it reflected off the many buildings in the city. There was no breeze, nothing that could lift the spirits of the cars in traffic beside her. Everyone seemed to be in such a foul mood. The palm trees stood still, drooping in the heat as well as everything else that was affected by the misery.
She sighed as she made her way through the glass doors that were the entrance to Dave's company. She was relieved to feel the cool sensation of air conditioning and the cold marble floor on her tires. Her eyes adjusted to the dim lights in the lobby, soon she could see the large room where other cars were quickly moving around in attempt to finish whatever deadline they had.
Sadie was happy to see that everyone was too busy with their work to notice her. Sh
Two Way DevotionSouth Carolina, 1978Two Way Devotion in Fan Fiction More Like This
The dirt beneath his tires felt odd to the muscle car. The way it shifted under his weight, the way it filled his treads; all new to him. Its gravely texture and various shades of dark colors were entirely different than from what he had known all his life. Alex supposed that was what truly separated cars into two groups when it came to their love for racing. In his opinion, tires were meant for gripping asphalt.
The Mustang had been desperate enough to come down to the South Carolina Racing Headquarters, driving along the paths that led to the many types of tracks the compound had to offer. A few of the ones he'd seen were quite tempting, though he knew better and continued driving. More than anything he wanted to let his engine open up and breathe with the rush of air whipping past his chassis.
Alex had stopped racing, deciding it was for the best. It had only taken him two months in a h
Day At The Office IIISouth Carolina, 1976Day At The Office III in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dave sat behind his desk for another quiet moment, silently scanning over his desk once more. There was a folder he needed, and he was sure that, at one point, it had been in his possession. The maroon car shifted his weight in thought, wondering where it could've gone. With a tire he lifted a few sheets of paper up and looked under them, sending his pens rolling around.
Sighing, he knew there was only one other car who could have that missing folder; Shane, his apprentice. There were many important and expert employees on the top floor of his company, but the tan car had been trusted with certain information that no others were allowed access to. Such files that occasionally included future plans not yet discussed.
Shifting into gear Dave maneuvered around his large oak desk and to the door, opening it and driving out into the hallway. He hadn't seen him at all today and knew it was about time he pa
Fooled Around...Ch3Meanwhile, Mia gritted her teeth while Ramone made another pass over her with his airbrush. The spray felt cold against her oft-repainted chassis.Fooled Around...Ch3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
There! he said with a flourish. You are one hot camouflaged convertible! Wait until Sarge sees you! He secretly thought the mottled colors looked ridiculous on the curves of a Miata, but he knew better than to voice his true opinion. In his decades of work, he had certainly had some strange requests for designs, like flames over woodgrain, and he always complied with his customers desires. He felt it wasnt his job to critique anyones taste and as often as not hed get a second commission when the customer returned to fix a previous mistake.
Just dont tell anyone you had that work done here, he added under his breath. Ramone bit his lip, thinking that even if he should remain tight-lipped about his thoughts on her new, tacky paintjob, he might be doing Mia a favor by
Fooled Around...Ch1Sally rolled from one end of the Cozy Cone office to the next, fuming to the point that she could feel her rearview mirrors fogging up.Fooled Around...Ch1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
That no-good, two-timing hotshot!
She wanted to throw herself down on one of the cushions in her office and have an indulgent pity-fest, but that would accomplish nothing. Besides, never in her time as a successful attorney had she allowed herself to wallow in regret over any professional or personal insult, and she wasnt about to give herself permission to do so now.
Trying to distract herself, Sally surveyed the décor of her office. Most everything was in the shape of a stylized traffic cone, from the clock to the knick-knacks on her desk. A room decorated in such a saccharine-cute style just did not lend itself to her current mood, she admitted. It was difficult to mope in here, and then she remembered something she kept around that definitely did not match the cones. She rummaged in a lower desk drawer with her antenna, finally lo
Fooled Around...Ch2Doc wheeled away, pausing near Sally. Ever since he had played a role in Lightning's Piston Cup victory, the distinguished old car had made more frequent appearances at the town watering hole, but he nonetheless rarely stayed long. He used a much gentler tone of voice than he had with Mater.Fooled Around...Ch2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"This was a surprise to me too, Sally. I never thought you'd let yourself love him." Doc left with a kind smile and a wink before Sally could respond.
How could he possibly have known? The Porsche had always thought she'd gone out of her way to hide her true feelings for Mater but Doc had missed nothing. She could always count on him to be mysterious about these matters.
Mater returned to her side, noticeably wobbling. They finished the small amount of the drink that Sally hadn't consumed while talking to Flo, then returned to the Cozy Cone to work in the office. Sally's dual careers always beckoned and she needed to send out brochures about her motels to the local travel agencies, make arra
Hot Tar and a Hot Night - Ch1Snot Rod slunk low to the ground as he stood in front of the massive paving machine with his three comrades. Sheriff was moving from one tuner to the next, attaching a towing bar so they could haul Bessie without creating undue stress on their frames, which had already been modified to the extent their tastes and budgets allowed. The police cruiser bolted the bar to the orange hotrod, then worked his way down the line to DJ.Hot Tar and a Hot Night - Ch1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Barracuda was grateful hed wound up next to the mobile disc jockey while Boost was safely at the far end. As the newest member of the gang, Snot Rod still found it hard to overcome his fear of the purple tuner, whose silver mesh panels complemented his frosty personality. Boost had little tolerance for failure, and had already made it clear that he blamed Snot Rods inability to keep up with the others for their capture by Sheriff. Never mind that it had been his idea to blaze through town in the middle of the day instead of under the cover of