“How’s that?,” answers the diminutive male leaning up against the wooden fence overlooking the spacious yard.
“Simple,” replies the young lady as she checks her curly auburn hair after a fast ride in the favorite car in her dad’s stable. “The pedal box is adjustable. Oh, and it has the optional leather interior and racing stripes, but not the race numbers; they made it look too juvenile.”
“I agree,” he says as he places his jacket on the seat of his Roadster. “That’s why I went for the classic color combination with my car. Dad has an XK that looks just like this, and the only change I made was to ditch the wire wheels in favor of alloys that look like steel rims with hubcaps.”