From underneath a vintage car stuck out a set of legs, they were long, skinny, tanned, and smudged with grime and black motor oil. The feet had on a pair of low-cut boots, the laces sprawled around as they were not tied. They probably lost their ability to tie as they were frail and full of knots. Stepping up to the small black boots sticking out from the car came another set of boots. These were newer, laces tied perfectly, and almost twice the size as the other pair. The big pair of boots stood there for a while, next to the person laying on a wooden board on wheels. Underneath the car came a slight clunk and then a long string of cursing.
Breaking the murmur of curse words rung out a deep and strong voice, “You ok there Lola?”
From underneath slid out a slender woman wearing shorts
