The Classics | Reed & Cahill
Reed stepped off to the side as soon as he saw Cahill pull out his phone and angle it in a way that told Reed he was going to take a photo. He stood around awkwardly, less and less sure of what to say in response despite the thoughts inside his head but eventually he forced himself to push out some words, albeit not in as smooth a way as he planned and briefly rehearsed. “Yeah, this is the original colour…” Reed pointed a few times, pushed his hands into his pockets before giving up and crossing his arms. Corners of his lips pulling up into a joking and nervous smile, “The guy I bought it from was really proud of this car, all original he said, and all I have to do is keep it that way… But, I figure, it’s only a matter of time before another deer destroys this one too.”
Eyes on Cahill still, Reed watched him go further into his office then come back with a pair of lightly-tinged sunglasses. His reaction to the Barney — and, now, grape soda — purple shocked Reed. He grinned and flashed his amusement because it was true, the car’s original colour was really on the Extra™ side; but still, he was mostly confused now by the delayed reaction. “That’ll be a first,” He decided to go along with it, appreciative of Cahill’s icebreaker comment despite the perplexity, and shrugged, “I named it Barney for obvious reasons. Not many people have given me flack over it- wait, no, I take that back, there is one person but it’s more about the car’s age, I think, than the colour.”
“I don’t know, the colour is kind of endearing and has grown on me…” Reed was starting to talk himself out of the paint job, again reconsidering all of the reasons why he kept pushing off bringing it into a shop in the first place. His focus was on the car. The purple really had grown on him and the idea of covering that up was a dent in his soul. “Black’s nice and the body getting dirty isn’t a huge deal to me, I can handle it but… I think I’m gonna have to think about it some more, apparently I’m not ready like I thought I was a few seconds ago.” Reed heard that often enough about black cars but that was hardly a deterrent to him unlike Daejun, who opted to replace Reed’s car altogether with something newer and modern in age. “I’m a car guy myself but I can appreciate a bike with lots of love thrown into it.”
Attention back to Cahill, Reed’s interest grew, “What kind of bikes? Motorcycles? Motorbikes? Do you have any around that you-” Clearing his throat, “If you have any to show, I’d love to see them.”
“Deer? Yeah we have bother with them too always coming down from the sanctuary and eating my flowers. one of the reasons why we had to put the fence up.” Cahill sighed and for a brief moment mourning the loss of his petunias.
“Well if you want we can keep the Grape soda colour we could give it a touch up if you’d like, or maybe make it a deeper purple, you know not so in your face.” Cahill thought scratching his chin. He took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I can show you what we have anyway and if nothing takes your fancy we can order in the right purple for you.”
“Yeah I do a bit of everything really. At the minute there’s a group of Vintage bike guys in Derry that’s asked me to fix up a few vintage ones for them.” Cahill Informed Reed, waving him in to the back of the work shop. He pointed a few empty Honda 50 bodies. “We got a few Honda 50′s over there I’m actually nearly building these from scratch there was a lot of battery corrosion that destroyed the insides.” Cahill always had a soft spot for Honda 50′s, his mother had had one when the had lived in Hawaii and it had more than likely kick started his obsession when he was a child.
“Then I’m just doing maintenance on the Honda Bentely over there.” Cahill pointed to a bike who’s paint had been stripped waiting for a new lick of colour.
“Really though I mainly custom build for people out of town, that’s our specialty. Then anything else is just to keep us busy, cars, recovery etcerta. That’s mainly people in town. Non locals normally show up looking for bike work done. That’s why we’re so far out of town.”
“You looking for a bike yourself? Cahill asked curiously. Once he was started on Bikes there was no going back. Reed had unleashed the monster.
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