Better Than Sex?

My friend has begged me to put this true story to paper. Hope you enjoy...I've got to start writing every day.....

“BETTER THAN SEX”

INT: HIGH END AUTOMOBILE SHOWROOM AND MECHANICS BAY - NIGHT

Working late one night, 3 am my head mechanic was pulling an all nighter with me and came into the showroom where my office was and says, “Wanna feel something better then sex?” This was coming from a stable and very happily married man with six kids that I had worked with for years and never heard him even use the word, “kiss”…what to say? “Sure”.

INT: MECHANICS BAY

He leads me into the bay where one of our more infamous clients’ 930 (this is a turbo 911) Porsche lived . It stayed with us year round resting before its yearly trek to SIR (the big racetrack in Seattle). The owner of this sleek machine was the CEO of the biggest disposal company in the city limits. He rented the track once year for the entire day, invited his friends and tried to shred his arch nemesis the owner of the other garbage empire…we kept that Porsche in our stable as well. They’d come back from “race day” all trashed and we’d do body fixes and engine repairs…

INT: PORSCHE 930

Let me digress briefly to set the stage… the interior of this car was laced with pink tubing and it snakes from a canister in the front boot to a brass knob. This “knob” was next to the six shifter…in essence a modified space shuttle…I hadn’t let this car get to me for two years believing my crew was pulling my leg, “sure a turbo engine enhanced with nitrous oxide” And monkeys fly..it seemed ludicrous..

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INT: SHOWROOM – MONTHS EARLIER

But still there were the times my boss would dash in and ask the crew to put the car on the racks as he raced up to his office hideout..”if the cops come I’m not here” he’d shout as he hit the stairs…so he was outrunning the cops Hans Solo style (except with a working warp drive)…any normal 911 Porsche engine could accomplish this back in those days…

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Now there was the fact that I was a woman in a male dominated industry and had to play it cool at all costs…

INT: MECHANICS BAY – ALONGSIDE PORSCHE 930

So I bring you back to the proposition from a most trustworthy guy..”Get in” he beckons to the passenger side..I sit down and immediately notice the body contouring seat and then these full mesh web body belts - on both sides….”Do I need a helmet?” I joke, “Maybe” he laughs…he turns the ignition and I hear the familiar Porsche purr with a hint of something more…I’ve always thought Porsche’s sounded sexy …but I’ve been here, done this car many times, taken them for test drives with customers and driven them myself since high school…but the belts and the seat were intimidating..why all this protection? Sure it’s a professional racecar but this is a bit much…

EXT: STREET

Mike drives it out of the garage and we smoothly transition to Broadway Street a few blocks away…it’s in Seattle and runs the entire length of an illustrious neighborhood known for its rich kid beggars, cross dressers, trust fund brats, college kids, over tanned wannabe starlets…at 3 am it’s a ghost town…

CUT TO: THAT MOMENT – POLICE CAR

Somewhere in the back of my mind the image of a lone officer sitting in his squad car listening to the latest radio calls from the sexy dispatcher’s voice creeps into my imagination..his donut crumbs are scattered across his paunchy belly..his coffee is cold and the foam cup is crinkled from over handling, he’s tired….

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EXT: STREET

The first block starts like any other drive in a Porsche and then IT HAPPENS…

INT: PORSCHE 930

I recall Mike shifting into 3rd gear, then I tease him, “I suppose you’re going to be pressing that fake knob pretty soon aren’t ya?” There’s a subtle click that I hear over the twining engine…then I lose 16 blocks of my life, they simply vanish and I magically arrive at the end of Broadway..we had to have been going so fast that if we had had the misfortune to hit a pedestrian there wouldn’t be remains Poof. Incinerated…I’m serious 16 WTF blocks just didn’t happen…my stomach was still back on block 1, I was speechless, a first. I briefly imagined the cop and thought of him as he felt the rustle of a breeze and perhaps a brief flash caught his attention… he shrugs it off, it was nothing.…The only thing I can tell you that may bring you ever so slightly into the feeling of this epic moment would be Roller Coaster merged with yep perhaps sexual thrills…but this ride was beyond that, way beyond.

INT: MECHANICS BAY – PORSCHE 930

We pull into the bay and Mike parks the car in its spot and I undo all the meshing and try to gracefully climb out…I’m tipsy, goofy and silly…I try and play it off and walk towards the showroom door, halfway there I turn, pause briefly, “yep” is all I can manage. Mike and I never mentioned our joint experience again…
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