“She looks pretty, but we got to see how she runs.” Garrison faced his brother.
“You’re not here to drive it, yet? Right?” asked Caleb.
Garrison shrugged. “Whenever it’s ready.” Garrison put his hand on the car and slowly moved his hand, almost lovingly, over the roof. “This is not why we’re here. We thought we’d take you to the photo shoot on the track, and maybe surf later.”
“Surf instead of working out?” asked Caleb. “I’m fine with that. I just don’t have my boards with me.”
“We can swing by your place to get them,” said Cujo, who turned to the chief mechanic. “Hey, Kit. Car’s really looking good, man.”
Kit beamed with Cujo’s compliment.
“Yeah, it’s sweet,” said Garrison who nodded approvingly as he moved a bare hand over the car’s hood this time. “Everything looks good. Is it ready for Daytona?”
Caleb spoke. “Yeah. It just needs a test drive around the track for fine-tuning on handling.”
“And, you want to test drive it before I do, don’t you?” asked Garrison.