Snake drove passed Chad's car, passed the football team on the practice field, passed Chad's house, passed the two other high schools in town, passed the college stadium, passed Chad's brother Brad's frat house, across the railroad tracks, and finally passed a scrap yard and into an auto mechanic shop.
"Hey, Jase, this the set of wheels you want super up?" a middle-aged Latino asked.
"Yeah, Tio Julio, this is my baby. In addition to the Nitro and hydraulics, it seems a bit stiff maneuvering. Any other recommendations?"
"Lube and oil, I can do tonight. The Nitro and hydraulics have to wait until Monday, I don't have stock parts for this model, but should be able to get then Monday? Tell you what. I will give the car a once over, oil change, lube job tonight and you can pickup your car around noon. Saturday night, you and your special someone can drive out to lookout point. Bring her back Monday morning, and I should have your nitrocharged, low rider ready to rock and roll."
"Thanks, Tio."
"No problemo."
Chad just sat there fuming. Julio popped the hood open, and Julio's hands were all over Chad's insides. It was the creepiest feeling. A strange guy reaching around inside your guts. He put Chad up on a rack to inspect his undercarriage, drain his oil and lube him up.
Chad felt like he would pass out as the oil and fluids were drained out of him.
"Well, that's it for tonight," Julio said lowering Chad in the autobay, and then shutting off the lights.
Chad felt miserable. Snake had carjecked his body, and now he was naked, alone, with his chest open to reveal his insides to the world.
In the morning, Julio arrived before dawn to fill Chad with fresh oil and fluids. Chad felt reinvigorated.
"Now to move you out of the garage," Julio said, "Got other cars to work on."
He opened the door, looked at Chad's plush leather seat, then looked at his jumpsuit freshly covered with wet oil, and frowned. Chad expected him to cover the seat with paper or plastic. Instead Julio shucked his jumpsuit, and sat bare assed on Chad's driver's seat. It felt like flesh on flesh to Chad.
Julio started Chad's engine. It roared to life, and he drove the car out to the backlot. No one could see over the lined chain link fences, except Chad as the mechanic strutted naked back into the garage.
Snake was early. Julio must've expected that, or maybe he called Snake to say Chad was ready. Snake was on the road before 9 am.
"Hope you slept well, Chad," Snake said patting the dashboard, "I've got a big day planned. But first I've got to go thank the guy who helped make you into my car."