"Had plenty of covers," Dean admits, "mechanic was never one of them. We never stayed in one town long enough for anything like that. Never more than a few weeks since I was seventeen, for sure."

He takes the offered tool and half disappears into the gorgeous belly of her ship. "N'aw, I learned this stuff for my baby. God, I wish you could see her. Nineteen sixty seven Chevrolet Impala, black as night and fucking cherry. Probably the only thing on Earth as sexy as you are," sighs Dean.