"What kind of weirdo goes around taking pictures of garages?" I could hear the customer's question from across the street. I approached. Should I explain that they were for my BQE blog? Probably wouldn't help. Instead, I said, "I like the name," and pointed at the sign. Everybody looked at the sign. "What does it mean?" "Lots of Chinese brothers," the mechanic said, smiling.
Across the street, wedged into a driveway on Junction Boulevard, the car of my youthful fantasies...
Sadly, the worse fof wear.
How many Chinese brothers would it take to fix a Triumph Spitfire?