Mara let out a low whistle, fingers lightly brushing along the pipes. "She's a beauty, I can see why."

She stood to take the coke and twist the top off, looking back at her own ride a 39 AJS Silver Streak midway through restoration. "About two years. When I got her she was an engine, a frame, and some spit welds. But the bones were there. I was lucky Pappy found her, there wasn't a lot that made it over."