Jeff Castle has changed lanes from the high-tech world to that of the classic muscle cars and their fans when he inherits his uncle's glorified junkyard. His new life is complicated when help is hard to find. An impulse leads him to pick up a hiker on a remote road, and the man turns out to be just the kind of muscle Jeff needs in every way. <br /><br />Released from prison after three hellish years, Mike needs help. All he can offer is his willingness to work and his background in repairing and racing stock cars. He gives this freely to Jeff and soon finds he wants to give more. Will his benefactor be willing to accept the love of an ex-con who still has a blot on his name? Mike is scared to ask, but nature takes matters out of his hands. <br /><br />Together, Jeff and Mike begin racing toward an amazing future.

Muscle Car Man

Relief surged through him. Yeah, he wanted it with all his heart, but only if the other man was willing, and stirring bad memories was not what he wanted to do. “Okay. In that case, I’d enjoy it. What have you got in the way of lube? I’m not going into you dry.”


“Oh, shit, now why wasn’t I prepared? Let’s see, what would do in a pinch?”


“I don’t recommend 10-W-40.” Jeff’s tone came out dry and droll as he cited a common motor oil weight. “But WD-40 might make it. They say it’s good for arthritis and it is slick.”


“Yeah, WD-40 and duct tape will fix most anything. But wait, I got some hand stuff the other day, some kind of creamy junk. Washing parts in diesel had my skin cracking to beat all hell. It’s right there on the ledge above the bed.”


Chapter 7