"No, problema, sir. I was just at the junkyard salvaging parts. I picked up at least three shifters. I'm sure that one will work. I always carry spare parts in my car," Del insisted, as he pushed the garage door button on the wall. The garage door owner whirred, and the double garage door open, and Del dashed out to his car.
He rummaged around in his trunk. His feet were kicking up in the air, as he climbed into his trunk to get something that had slid all the way back. He emerged carrying a big brown leather shifter, a medium light beech stained wooden shifter, and a chrome and black plastic and chrome t-shaped shifter. He hurried back to the house. Opened Greg's door. Set the shifters in the passenger seat. Then installed one of them.
Bill seemed surprised that it fit, but he was pleased too. He handed Del the keys, and advised him to drive carefully. Then he said, "Oh, you still have time, Mr. Birch said to get there around second period, so they can complete Greg's schedule changes. So you might as well stay for breakfast. Greg needs to eat too."
"Yeah, his fuel gauge is low. I'll stop and fill him up on the way to school," Del said, "I already had breakfast."
"Alright then, here's some gas money," Bill said handing Del some cash. Del shoved the bills in his pocket, thanked Bill and smiled. "May I have the keys, sir?"
Bill gave him the keys. Del started the Jeep. The radio crackled on. Greg's voice came over the speaker, "Hey, Del."
Del turned off the radio, and slowly drove out of the driveway and up the street. As soon as he turned the corner. He switched on the radio, gunned the motor, and said, "Now let's see what you can do?"