Per is every where putting on the final trim, fast fast fast. Rabbe has the clock locked in his peripherals. These guys aren’t just mechanics at this point. They’re warriors.
- “It’s an honor to be here with your guys
“Krantz”
Ten past three. 50 minutes left. No hood, no steering wheel, no grease in the front suspension, no back seat, then Per and Rabbe gets an idéa!
They want to polish the side rails. They need steel cotton and Samuel needs white spirit to go with the polishing of the aluminum. Som new witch craft they’ve heard of.
-Are you nuts! Start on something new now? I shout.
-We work until four, they say.
Twenty past three I’m in the line to the registers at the mall. I fumble and drops a small wrench on the floor and at least three people gives me understanding nods. The whole city knows what’s going on and is supporting us!!
I get back and the Buick’s sitting on the shop floor with everyone smiling and high fiving each other over the stance of the car. Looking more and more like a sled at this point but the 47 hours
arne’t up yet!!
Twenty minutes to go and the five are in full swing. Determined these guys will not let anything from stopping them. The light at the end of the tunnel is here and it looks to me like these guys might have pulled off the impossible. More coffee pumps energy in tired bodys.
Five to four. At five to four the wet hood is
brought from the booth. On a 50 Buick it just clicks in. Clank it says and the Buick is absolutely awesome done done done. They did it! From beater to drive way queen. They sure made it. The Victory is theirs. Forever. Their magic weekend with Mission 47 is a true fact.