Lorraine cruised to the garage where her father worked. Pushing her bike inside she pulled it onto the stand and took off her helmet, shaking out her dark hair. "Hey y'all." She headed immediately towards her dad, who seemed busy fitting a new exhaust to a tomato red Kawasaki. She knelt down and held the exhaust in place while he secured it. "Sorry I'm late." she said quietly. He didn't reply but kept working on the bike until the new parts had been fitted and left it for her to give it a final shine.<br/><br/>"Larry's gone tomorrow. You can catch up on your hours then", he offered, briefly looking up from the maintenance list.<br/><br/>Lorraine nodded. "Thanks, dad."<br/><br/>She enjoyed the work in the garage and the hours flew by. Handling most minor repairs and assisting her father with the major ones she felt she was learning every day. When their work came to an end Lorraine tended to her own bike, a smart black and silver lightweight machine that was build for speed and precision. She polished it with a soft cloth until the black shone like velvet and the silver sparkled in the bright garage lights.