Grease and Family

Vins Charger sits menacingly in the dim light of his garage, the deep black paint contours light along the strong curves of the American bodywork. He approaches slowly, grabbing the handle of his floor jack. His biceps flex as he drags the metal wheels along the greasy shop floor. Vin starts to kneel with his hand resting on the strapping Charger fender. He thrusts the jack under the car searching for the frame. He begins to pump the jack, the car creaks as the front left corner begins to rise. Each pump makes the car squirm on its chassis.
Vin now comfortable with how the car is sitting, throws his creeper on the floor. He rests his muscular body on the creeper.
Vin slips his fourteen millimeter socket onto the tip of his wrench and pulls himself under the front of the Charger. He starts sweating as the heat from the exhaust radiates on his skin. Vin extends his thick arm towards the drain plug, gently slipping the socket onto the plug. He rotates the wrench and pushes with determination, the bolt finally breaks free and he starts to thread it with his fingers. Dark fluid starts to seep through the bolt onto his hand, Vin winces at the heat. He vigorously starts twisting the plug until it slips out. Oil flows into the catch pan making a distinct trickle sound. As the oil reaches a light drizzle, he slowly twists the plug back into the oil pan.
After he tightens the drain plug, Vin wraps his vascular hands around the oil filter. His forearms glisten in the fluorescent lights. Vin grunts as the filter starts to slip. He drops
the filter into the catch pan which flicks oil onto his white tank top. After he installed the new filter, Vin pushes himself out from under the heavy beast and erects himself.
Vin, satisfied with his labor starts to twist the jack handle. Sweat drips from his forehead as the car begins to lower. He grabs the can of lubricant and walks towards the front of his silky black beast. He swipes his forehead as he rotates the can towards the hole, the golden lubricant flows smoothly into the deep cavities of the engine.
After he finishes, Vin slowly twists the cap back into the hole. Ensuring that the work was finished, he turns the metal key in the ignition. The engine comes to life with a deep throb. As the carbs breathe and the cams click his hand slips around the wooden rimmed steering wheel. Several seconds pass before he reaches for the key to let the engine shut off.
He slowly steps out of the car, sweat drenching his tank top. One last time, he approaches the engine bay with an intense stare. He grabs the dipstick and starts to pull, he feels a slight resistance and tugs a little harder. His forearms flex as the stick slides out of the tube, oil flings onto the fender.
Vin slips his fingers along the metal rod and observes the lubricant level, it is reading full. He uses a rag to wipe the residue from the tip. To complete his job, he plunges the stick into the engines oil pan tube.
Vin then proceeds to remove the hood post, the weight of the black cut hood rests on his hand. He lets out a subtle grunt as the hood lowers. Vin then drops the hood and the latch shuts tight.