Anyway, one of my favorite parts is when Roark picks Stephanie up in his dad's classic Camaro.
|Dad's Camaro that inspired Roark's car. I even got to ride in it. Once.|
We got inside, and when I reached for the seat belt, I found myself a bit at a loss.
"There's no shoulder strap," my dad says as he fastens the lap belt. "Older cars didn't have them."
"Don't you have to modify it to have one now?" I asked, trying to sit up in the seats that made me feel like I was half-laying down.
He shook his head as he started up the car--which sounded pretty close to an airplane flying over head, the engine so loud and grumbly. "Nope. It's a classic that's been restored." He then proceeded to explain laws and seat belts in much more detail than I probably ever wanted to know as he backed the car out of the garage.
And when he pulled away, I understood why the seats made you feel like you were half-laying down--otherwise you'd have whiplash if you sat up straight.
That's the only time I've been in Dad's show car, but I'll never forget it. And I'm pretty sure there will be more classic Camaros in future books.
It was that awesome of a ride.
Excerpt of UNDER HIS NOSE with the Camaro
Roark pulled into the drive of Stephanie’s condo. Concern hit him. Her car was in the garage, but the entire place was dark. He’d expected to see lights on—her inside, getting around. Like always. Usually Stephanie was an affront to any energy-conscious person—every light on, all the time.
He wondered if she’d ditched him, and he grabbed his cell phone to make sure there weren’t any last-second texts from her.
Tapping the device, he didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath until he saw the empty inbox.