FRONT END Alignment by Kris P. Kreme
It’s just another day at Zeke’s Garage, fixing the same old cars and trucks. Everyone knows Zeke and more importantly everyone knows his best employee and mechanic, his wife Shannon. There’s not a vehicle around she can’t disassemble and piece back together better than ever. But when a mysterious black car shows up, the driver claiming it is being driven to a Trance-tory Transportation dealership two states over, the troubles of that car may soon become Shannon’s troubles.
After looking at what the driver claims is a fancy pressurized gas cooling leak under the front end, Shannon’s own front end is getting bigger. And she may soon need to cool off with her own intake of lubricating liquids.
On an ordinary day at an ordinary automotive garage in a small town, a most unusual vehicle is about to pull in for servicing. But this vehicle may need an alignment the female mechanic isn’t used to… one that will give her quite the FRONT END of her own to deal with.
Zeke’s Garage isn’t the kind of place where no one knows anyone else. It’s that small town friendly kind of automotive place, where the men in the waiting room are men who’ve been there any number of times, regular customers, sifting through the old magazines as Zeke relies on the help of his best employee ever… Shannon, who just happens to also be his wife.
Shannon is a real man’s woman, knows her way around every car part there is, every car trouble there is, but she’s a frugal woman first, her pink overalls feminine and spotless, able to change the oil and slide underneath cars and trucks without getting a spot on her. She may not be the curviest or most buxom woman around, but all the guys like Shannon, and Zeke has found her to be one of the most brilliant mechanics he could have on staff.
But outside the three garage bays of Zeke’s Garage, a mysterious black car has pulled into the parking lot, and while it may at first look like a beamer, the emblems aren’t there, and that is unusual… as is the man in the suit who gets out and stands around at the front of the car, talking occasionally on his phone.
With Shannon finishing up one of the service calls, Zeke offers to head out and speak to the man, see what troubles he might be having, letting Shannon move right onto the other two regulars, Corey and the flirtatious old Brock, whose somewhat pieced together ridden hard truck always is having issues.
The man doesn’t seem interested in service until he learns the only tow truck in town isn’t around for several more days, claiming to be transporting the vehicle to a Trance-tory Transportation dealership two states over. As he puts it, the internal workings are highly advanced, too advanced for a garage like this to understand.
Zeke eventually heads back in, offering to let his wife look over it, Shannon always having a knack for unique auto troubles, but these troubles may be uniquely responsible for some front end troubles of her own soon enough.
After meeting the man, figuring he is about as dismissive of female mechanics as most are, Shannon is listening to him say something about a leak in the pressurized gas cooling system that runs up underneath the frame of the fancy black car. When Shannon gets underneath to see this fancy cooling system which supposedly needs alignment, something happens… the pressurized gas absorbed into her skin… and those pink overalls never looked tighter as she may soon have issues of her own cooling off.
Will Shannon get the mysterious car back on its way? Will she become quite the popular female mechanic with Zeke’s usual customers? And what will Zeke thinks when he finds his wife giving more than a family and friends discount? Find out as Hot Shots gets overheated, like an old engine, or a young wife.
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