Frankie smiled wryly. "All day, every day, babe." She leaned over, her hand on the driver's shoulder, to look at the truck's controls. "You want me to tune this thing up, too? I bet I could make her purr." She glanced at Joy's hands on the wheel, and leaned her head in right next to the other woman, smiling. "I bet you could, too." She laughed, and stood back up. "Think about it. Imagine if this big lunk had some real power to it. We could make it happen." She was probably telling the truth, Frankie always seemed to be able to eke out a bit of extra power from a machine, albeit often at the cost of longevity.<br/><br/>"Seriously though, if you ever want more power on your bike, you just say the word, and I'll have her stronger and faster than you ever dreamed." She turned to walk back to the garage and leave the driver to her work. At the door, she looked over her shoulder. "You stay cool, babe. And let me know if you ever, you know, need anything." She really did like Joy, although she never quite understood the conservative way she drove. As far as Frankie was concerned, machines were meant to be pushed to and past their limits, and she never quite understood her teammates who didn't agree with her, although she respected their skill and expertise. She headed back towards the garage, idly twirling a small wrench between her fingertips.