made.
“Mr. Tierney, so
pleased to meet you, do come in,” Ollie greeted Shane hoping he had managed to
hide his surprise and attraction as he held out his hand in welcome.
Shane looked down
at his hand for so long Ollie thought he was going to ignore it.
“Alright?”
As greetings went,
it left a lot to be desired . He also realized that
that one word and the brief touch of hands was all he was going to get.
“May I offer you
tea?”
“Nah, you’re
alright.”
“But I insist.”
“What ya gonna do,
pour it down me throat?”
“Well of course
not but–”
“Look, mate, I
ain’t interested in any of ya tea. You can show me the car or I can just
leave.”
Things weren’t
going as he had expected and Ollie was intrigued. He had intended to portray
the lord of the manor and Shane couldn’t have been less interested.
“Please, follow
me, Mr. Tierney.” Ollie strode off not waiting to see if Shane followed because
he knew he would.
His inspection of
the car completed, Shane quoted his price for its repair. Although shocked at
the exorbitant amount, he was willing to pay it. If this youth got the old car
running, he was the person he was looking for. Not to mention, he could then go
on to sell the vehicle at a huge markup.
Years ago, Ollie’s
father had started a Formula 1 racing team. They had the means for
participation in such a money guzzling sport, but their engine composition
couldn’t match that of the other vehicles on the circuit. For that reason, his
father had pulled out. Ollie had aspirations of not just reentering the racing
world but taking it by storm.
The old MG he
wanted Shane to fix contained the engine of the car his family had used for
racing. Ollie didn’t fool himself that Shane didn’t recognize that the engine
and car were a mismatch. But neither of them mentioned it.
Six weeks later
when Shane returned the vehicle, he had him deliver it to the purpose built
race track a few miles from his home in Lower Shiplake , Oxfordshire .
Ollie had
immediately put the car through its paces. He was impressed. Shane hadn’t just
repaired the beat up old, 1949 Lester MG, he had it purring as though it was
brand new.
The speed checks
his crew gave him, had Ollie smiling from ear to ear. Whatever Shane had done
to the engine had worked. He’d just clocked his fastest lap time ever. Beaming
at the younger man, he was pulled up short by
something in his eyes.
“You don’t seem
particularly impressed,” Ollie said with rising ire.
“She can go faster
than that.”
The nonchalant
response caught his attention. Nothing he did seem to impress the younger man.
Unaccustomed to being treated with disdain, Ollie
tossed the keys in the air. “If you can do better, show me!”
Shane caught them
without a change of expression. Moments later he was behind the wheel. By the
time he completed a circuit and came to a screeching halt beside him and his
crew, he had shaved thirty seconds off Ollie’s fastest time.
Shane’s
accomplishment didn’t sit well with him, but he didn’t let it show. He needed
the younger man to work for him. Whatever he had done to the engine, he could
teach to his mechanics.
However, having
that kind of touch at driving such a high powered car was special. It was innate,
and Ollie intended to make good use of his skills both as a mechanic and as a
driver.
“I want you to
work for me.”
“Nah, I don’t
think so.”
“Why not. I’m sure
by now you understand what I’m attempting to do.”
“Yeah, I know. I
looked ya up when the engine didn’t match the car.”
“Well then, you
know with the right components this team could make a name for itself in
Formula 1.”
“Yeah, it could.
But ya don’t have the right engine to mix it with the big boys.”
“Then come onboard
and help me.”
“Nah, I don’t work
for no-one but meself .”
“What would it
take to get you to come and work for me? You must have a price—everyone has a
price.”
Shane
“Mr. Tierney, so
pleased to meet you, do come in,” Ollie greeted Shane hoping he had managed to
hide his surprise and attraction as he held out his hand in welcome.
Shane looked down
at his hand for so long Ollie thought he was going to ignore it.
“Alright?”
As greetings went,
it left a lot to be desired . He also realized that
that one word and the brief touch of hands was all he was going to get.
“May I offer you
tea?”
“Nah, you’re
alright.”
“But I insist.”
“What ya gonna do,
pour it down me throat?”
“Well of course
not but–”
“Look, mate, I
ain’t interested in any of ya tea. You can show me the car or I can just
leave.”
Things weren’t
going as he had expected and Ollie was intrigued. He had intended to portray
the lord of the manor and Shane couldn’t have been less interested.
“Please, follow
me, Mr. Tierney.” Ollie strode off not waiting to see if Shane followed because
he knew he would.
His inspection of
the car completed, Shane quoted his price for its repair. Although shocked at
the exorbitant amount, he was willing to pay it. If this youth got the old car
running, he was the person he was looking for. Not to mention, he could then go
on to sell the vehicle at a huge markup.
Years ago, Ollie’s
father had started a Formula 1 racing team. They had the means for
participation in such a money guzzling sport, but their engine composition
couldn’t match that of the other vehicles on the circuit. For that reason, his
father had pulled out. Ollie had aspirations of not just reentering the racing
world but taking it by storm.
The old MG he
wanted Shane to fix contained the engine of the car his family had used for
racing. Ollie didn’t fool himself that Shane didn’t recognize that the engine
and car were a mismatch. But neither of them mentioned it.
Six weeks later
when Shane returned the vehicle, he had him deliver it to the purpose built
race track a few miles from his home in Lower Shiplake , Oxfordshire .
Ollie had
immediately put the car through its paces. He was impressed. Shane hadn’t just
repaired the beat up old, 1949 Lester MG, he had it purring as though it was
brand new.
The speed checks
his crew gave him, had Ollie smiling from ear to ear. Whatever Shane had done
to the engine had worked. He’d just clocked his fastest lap time ever. Beaming
at the younger man, he was pulled up short by
something in his eyes.
“You don’t seem
particularly impressed,” Ollie said with rising ire.
“She can go faster
than that.”
The nonchalant
response caught his attention. Nothing he did seem to impress the younger man.
Unaccustomed to being treated with disdain, Ollie
tossed the keys in the air. “If you can do better, show me!”
Shane caught them
without a change of expression. Moments later he was behind the wheel. By the
time he completed a circuit and came to a screeching halt beside him and his
crew, he had shaved thirty seconds off Ollie’s fastest time.
Shane’s
accomplishment didn’t sit well with him, but he didn’t let it show. He needed
the younger man to work for him. Whatever he had done to the engine, he could
teach to his mechanics.
However, having
that kind of touch at driving such a high powered car was special. It was innate,
and Ollie intended to make good use of his skills both as a mechanic and as a
driver.
“I want you to
work for me.”
“Nah, I don’t
think so.”
“Why not. I’m sure
by now you understand what I’m attempting to do.”
“Yeah, I know. I
looked ya up when the engine didn’t match the car.”
“Well then, you
know with the right components this team could make a name for itself in
Formula 1.”
“Yeah, it could.
But ya don’t have the right engine to mix it with the big boys.”
“Then come onboard
and help me.”
“Nah, I don’t work
for no-one but meself .”
“What would it
take to get you to come and work for me? You must have a price—everyone has a
price.”
Shane
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