Yeah, you guessed it: I'm a motorhead. I've wanted an RX-7 since before I had a learner's permit (my folks had an RX-4, and it was cool -- so cool that the examiner went easy on me when I took my driver's test in South Dakota... we were too busy talking about rotaries to pay much attention to the formalities of parallel parking). I've never driven an RX-7, and haven't decided whether I want to anymore: I checked out a Miata when they first came out, and came away disappointed -- it just didn't compare to my Lotus. Ah well! ;^)
Naturally, the characters in this story were people I knew. "Jock" was myself, of course. "Tim Woods" was a fellow motorhead and friend whom I looked up to. (In fact he started me on the path by offering encouragement when I had to rebuild the top end of my Datsun pickup with no prior automotive wrenching experience at the tender age of 20. "Don't be scared," he said. Words to live by in any new situation!)
"Shirl Bronson" was a very nice lady with whom I worked for a year while accumulating cash with which to go back to school -- sweetest grandma you'd want to meet, but cross her and you'd come away knowing you'd made a mistake!
