blazer to curl up under, and I could
get really cozy inside a Mercedes.
But the best, hands-down, were
American cars. I used to pray for a
customer to come in with a big
Buick with bench seats. If I saw one
of those, I’d be like, Yes! It was rare
for American cars to come in, but
when they did, boy, was I in heaven.
Since Mighty Mechanics was
now a family business, and I was
family, I also had to work. There
was no more time for play. There
wasn’t even time for homework. I’d
walk home, the school uniform
would come off, the overalls would
go on, and I’d get under the hood of