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“Ah, you fucker!”
Inuyasha jerked his arm out of the car’s engine bay, his forearm having brushed against the still blazing exhaust manifold. He was currently standing over the hoodless engine bay of a practically brand new, brilliant silver Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG. The gorgeous sports car was back in on warranty, having developed a freak exhaust leak with only triple digit mileage on the odometer.
Next to it, a similarly silver hued 1955 Mercedes Benz 300SL, the original gullwing sports car directly responsible for the SLS’ existence, sat with its own hood off, the owner of both Merc sports cars having sent it in for a routine service along with the new car’s exhaust repair.
And so, with a new set of seals bonding the headers and downpipes of the SLS’ exhaust, an oil change for both; new plugs, distributor leads, battery, a bleeding of the brake lines, clutch slave, and a thorough cleaning and adjustment of the fuel injectors for the 300SL; the pair were both given their hoods back and Inuyasha slipped behind the wheel of the older Merc.
Firing up the old sports car, which despite its collector status and gorgeous looks was the fastest sports car of its time, he eased the gearshift into first and slowly rolled his left foot from the clutch. Having bled the clutch slave, the heavy pedal had phenomenal pressure and feedback, the car rolling from a stop slowly.
“Damn this thing is a piece.” Inuyasha laid his foot on the throttle and let the car accelerate from the garage, pressing the clutch in, easing it back into neutral and then into second, the gears all synchro-meshed but the hanyou taking his time with the gear changes anyway.
Pulling out onto the street, he accelerated up the street, shifting up into third as the car warmed and came up to operating temperature. He drove the car a mile or two up the road, turning off onto a small, twisty side street that was sparsely traveled by normal traffic.
Turning the car round in a small driveway on the side of the road, Inuyasha slowed it, got it back into first and then took off back the way he came, this time putting his foot into it a good bit, working the inline six cylinder hidden beneath the long, voluptuous hood.
The car rocketed forward with a pace that justified its status as 1955’s fastest production car, the relatively light coupe dipping into a corner as Inuyasha shifted into second. He held it in gear and let the well-tuned motor rev as he guided it through a mundane switchback.
Shifting it into third, he kept his foot in it as the car ran over a slight crest in the road, the Benz actually getting a bit light as it went over the bump. Coming down towards a fairly tight left hander, the hanyou pushed the clutch in, braking as he downshifted into second. Turning left, he brought the clutch out and pressed the gas, the motor revving up as the tires broke loose, the 300SL sliding through the turn with a surprising grace.
This was a part of the hanyou’s job; he drove the car’s the way they needed to be driven, especially classics of racing pedigrees like the Merc. Built for speed, many of his client’s collector cars truly needed to be throttled a bit just to keep the mechanicals running smoothly. And many of the owners were simply scared to do so, afraid of damaging cars that were worth six figures or better, especially given the cumbersome nature of so many of the classic sports cars and racers.
The Merc especially needed to have its engine run. The Bosch fuel injection, remarkable for its time, had a knack for spraying fuel into the cylinders after the spark plugs were done firing, leaving un-burnt gas in the motor which inevitably ran into the oil pan, mixing in with the lubricant.
The solution was in changing the oil at roughly every thousand miles, and in evaporating some of the gas back out of the oil by getting the motor hot. But, with a racing derived oil pan which held a massive ten quarts of oil, getting the motor hot was not something the daily commute was going to do.
Which is why the hanyou got back on the main road and launched the car, working it up through the gears into fourth, easily clipping past a hundred before he slowed down and eased it back into the lot of his dealership and shop. Rolling by the garage bay he’d pulled out of, he saw the SLS had been pulled out, and as expected it was around the back in one of the detailing bays, having been washed, vacuumed, and then detailed inside and out, just as the 300SL was to be.
“Thanks Shippo, that thing’s looking great. When you get the two done, just pulled them around front, I’ll call the owner and have him come for the pair of them.”
“Sounds good.”
Inuyasha left the key in the car and walked back to the garage, checking his list for the next car in need of service. Crossing the two Merc’s from the list, he read the license plate and service tag, and walked out on the lot, walking along for the right number. He found it, attached to the rearview mirror of a Buick GNX, and got in. The keys were on the passenger seat, and fired the car up. It fired to life, quite roughly, and Inuyasha shifted the four speed automatic into drive.
“Damn, this thing’s gonna be work.” The hanyou spoke to himself as he guided it round the building and backed it into a service bay, getting it over the humps of the four-wheel lift before putting it back in park and shutting it off, getting out and lifting the car, needing first to do an inspection of the turbo six cylinder muscle car before they did any restoration work.
“Hey Inuyasha, are you too deep in that car yet?” His sales manager and general shit keeper-together Kagome asked, peeking her head in through the double doors that lead from the back of the dealership into the main service bays.
“No, I’ve barely started yet, what’s up?”
“Ugh I have a client here asking to speak with you, apparently he’s got a pretty big list of cars he wants found. He seems pretty legit from what I can tell.”
“Take him to the top conference room, tell him I’ll be right there.”
“Will do.”
Inuyasha pulled his Tyvek suit off and scrubbed his hands quickly, straightening his hair up as he walked into his dealership. Performance Unlimited was his baby, and one very time and money consuming dream come to fruition; the dealership and garage served as a veritable house of worship for all things automotive.
Domestics, imports, foreign, supercars, muscle cars, tuners, racers, classics and collectibles to cutting edge, and everything in between had darkened the door of the hanyou’s shop. They sold new and used, did restoration work, modifications, custom builds, tracked and purchased collectible and rare vehicles on behalf of prospective owners, built and maintained race and track day vehicles; if a customer had a desire, they could make it reality.
The dealership housed almost every current U.S. retailer, stocking anything and everything for most any price range; so long as the vehicle was performance oriented they carried it or could order it in. From Civic Si’s and Golf GTI’s all the way up to super exotics like the Lamborghini Reventon and the physics bendingly fast Bugatti Veyron, from modified Nissan 240SX’s to classic Detroit iron like the 66’ Pontiac GTO, to the race prepped Aston Martin V8 Vantage N24; if you had the desire and the bankroll, it could be yours through Performance Unlimited.
And speaking of bankroll, Inuyasha certainly got the feeling his newest potential client had plenty of it as he stepped into the warm, bright, open air conference room on the top floor of his dealership, the glass wall looking down on an assortment of exotics and new muscle cars.
“Hello, I’m Inuyasha Sashido, you asked to speak with me Mr…”
“Sesshomaru, Takahashi. Quite the store you have Mr. Sashido.”
“Thanks, it’s been a while in the making, but it’s getting there. My floor manager said you had a number of cars you were looking to have procured?” Inuyasha spoke as he took a seat, opposite the similarly silver haired youkai.
“Yes, I recently acquired a home here for the first time, and I plan to be spending more time in America than before. While I have a well versed car collection back in Japan, the process of shipping the lot of them with me in my travels would be cumbersome to say the least, so I’m looking to build a collection here for my use while stateside.”
“Well, you’ve come to the right place. Performance Unlimited can track down almost anything you can think of, we do restoration work, modification, and our dealership is connected with most manufacturers that do retail in America, so we can procure new as well as used.”
“Indeed, your store has come highly recommended. You are able to begin procuring the cars at the moment, I take it?”
“Of course, do you have a list already prepared of what you’re looking for?”
“Certainly; many of the details are slightly ambiguous. I understand that with a short window of time and the nature of finding classic cars the specifics might not be exact, I’ve just marked the general requirements for each car beneath the listing.”
Inuyasha stopped himself from cocking an eyebrow when the dog handed him a half inch thick booklet, opening it to find a detailed listing of the specifics for each car, and on the first page a simplified master list of cars the full dog demon was looking for.
“I understand some of the cars require significant financial investment on your end, so I came prepared with a down payment. I assume five million U.S. shall suffice for the first lot?”
At that, the hanyou looked up from the fairy tale list in his hands to see the dog demon opening his locked briefcase. The inside facing him, Inuyasha felt his blood run cold at the steel case’s contents. He’d taken a look at the list and had been ready to kick the dog out for wasting his time on some stupid practical joke, but hearing five million dollars, and then seeing a briefcase full of hundreds, changed his opinion quite a bit.
Either this Sesshomaru character was one really convincing troll, or Inuyasha was about to become very, very rich.
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