My Hot & Hunky Hubz was a gear-head.
Restoring old cars was therapeutic for Jay.
Girls, our garage looked like an auto repair shop!
Big tool chests lined the back wall.
Wrenches and widgets hung on pegboard wall to wall.
Shelves and shelves of solvents and solutions were propped up by
decades worth of car magazines and manuals.
A fat red compressor as tall as me hissed and clicked next to
huge welders accessorized by heavy metal masks and thick gloves.
There was a sandblasting stall that doubled as a painting bay.
Jay reserved one stall inside his precious space to park my car but
the rest of the building was all man cave.
One day, shortly after Hot & Hunky died,
my car wouldn’t start.
Naturally, I called a tow truck.
After a short wait, a big truck backed up the driveway.
Beep… Beep… Beep…
Out jumped a Burly Man.
“Thanks for coming so quickly. My car is in the garage and it won’t start.”
“Ok, Lady, let’s have a look,”
said Burly Man as we walked toward the garage.
When I swung open the garage door, Burly Man stopped in his tracks.
“Is this a joke, Lady?” he asked as he looked around.
“No! The car really… won’t … start ….”Read More›