Meet

Tobias sobbed into his string back driving gloves.
For two years now they'd gone unused.
The deadline for the classic car meet had passed yet again.
His face was smeared with oil and other such car substances.
The sun shone brightly on the exposed wheel hubs and support bricks.
Carless, he decided he'd tag along anyway.
He would arrive with a crimson toolbox and a plan.

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