<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Jason_Hunt.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Jason Hunt</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- Jason Hunt's Garage<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 11th March '06 - 1306<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- N/A<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Jason twisted the steering wheel over to the right and the Trans-Am purred into the forecourt outside of his garage. He immediately noticed the new Mitsubishi Eclipse parked in front of the garage and wondered if that meant a new customer had called. Making sure to leave adequate room for the trailer hooked to the back of his car, Jason turned on the asphalt and pulled into his space. Setting the handbrake, he killed the engine and slipped the keys from the ignition. Stepping from his pride and joy, he closed the driver's side door. Walking beside the trailer, Jason took another long look at the mangled wreck that had been a W-30 edition 1966 Oldsmobile 442 (http://listverse.wpengine.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/2007_hot_rod_power_tour_day_5_pictures_02_z1966_olds_442side_view-tm.jpg) in a former life. He had found the beauty rusting away in the corner of a scrapyard down in Sacramento and just knew that he had to have a crack at restoring the rare vehicle. Looking at the rusted ruin, he admitted to himself that it would certainly not be a quick rebuild. Pretty much a total restoration in fact. Still, if they could pull it off she would be a thing of beauty. Shaking his head with a happy shrug for the prospect of a new challenge, Jason started whistling as he crossed towards the garage proper. Pausing inside, the ex-racer gave his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the change in light. <br/><br/>"Hey, I'm back!" he called, looking around to see what his employee's were up to. Aside from Junior working on the '96 Mazda, he couldn't spot them on the floor. Looking towards the top of the stairs, Jason saw Lee following after a rather jubilant John into the kitchen. He guessed that Jaimie must be taking a break and thus work had slowed while everyone chased after the testosterone-magnet. Sometimes he swore to himself that the work pattern within his garage was based around the comings and goings of his best mechanic. Not that he could blame the guys - Jaimie was certainly attractive enough to warrant the attraction, not to mention her bubbly and friendly nature had made her a lot of friends here. He couldn't help but to wish that his crew would pay less attention to the brunette and more attention to the work on the floor. Last time he had checked, he was paying them for the latter.<br/><br/>Rolling his eyes at the teacher-like tone his thoughts had adopted, the garage owner crossed towards the stairs and headed up to the kitchen. Maybe someone there could tell him what was going on with the Mitsubishi out front.</div>