The Sockmonkey Derby: Part I
Tradition is important at the OldSchool Speedshop. That's why Dirt always drinks his coffee from a cup he stole from Blooze. That's why it took years to see a blue oval emblem on any of the shop cars. That's why Bert hasn't bought a new set of wrenches in 20 years. And maybe that is why the place attracts new folks who tend to stick with old ideas, traditionalists. So, when a plain brown box with Trixie's name on it appeared in the UPS delivery she just knew it carried inside an old tradition.
Staff meeting...Skunk: I talked with Drift about those Pontiac engines. You were right, Dirt. His shop is the place for the job. I think he can build 'em to give GM Performance a run for their money. He's working up some figures now.
DD: Good enough. What about your drifting schedule? Anything new, there?
Skunk: Just about one weekend a month. We have been getting a lot of orders for the dealership cars in the saphire paint. One event a month is keeping us pretty busy.
Betsy: Oh, Trixie? A box came for you in the UPS shipment. It doesn't look like parts so I brought it in here.
Trixie: Southern Engineering and Development Company.
Bert: Well? Open it, Trix.
Trixie: I don't need to. I know what's inside already.
DD: Hell, I don't know. Give it to me.
(Dirt takes out his little swiss army knife and slices open the tape) I'll be damned. That time again, Trix?
Trixie: I guess so. Seems like the last one was just yesterday.
Skunk: Uh...interpretation, please?
DD: It's three sockmonkeys and a note. All it says is SRT, Focus, Cobalt, B class, Sebring Club, Road Atlanta Short.
Trixie: And so it begins...