Set Up: On Call

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Cover art by P.D. Singer

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Set Up

Glenwood Springs, Colorado, was wall to wall classic cars. Terry Collins had planned on a weekend getaway of swimming and caving on the Western Slope, not dreaming he’d be plunged into a sea of vintage English roadsters—that many Sunbeams, Triumphs, Aston Martins, and Jaguars had never been seen outside the pages of Automobile Magazine. He swooned over MG T-types, even a couple of mid-60s Austin Healey soft-tops. He’d admire, he’d yearn, and he and his buddies would go home from the hot springs resort in Terry’s BMW. He’d brought his friends along in his old—no, call it classic—’75 BMW Bavaria, not even in the same class with these cars.

What had brought all this automotive exquisiteness to the mountains? Too late, Terry found the posters for the MG Club’s Classic Car Rallye. This weekend.

Say hi to Doug if you see him up there, Terry’s buddy Keith had advised him before the crew went on a weekend road trip, but his boss and pal hadn’t really explained who Doug was. Somehow Keith just expected Doug to both be there and be readily identifiable. Or Terry had missed a description while snarling about not wanting to be set up with anyone. Not even by Keith, whom Terry would admit had great taste in men.

Now Terry was in MG heaven without a guardian angel. He’d missed seeing the elegant old-timers running the obstacle course earlier this afternoon. He didn’t have a map for the road rally, and he didn’t have a ticket to get into the rally costume dinner, with or without a companion.

You’re drooling! his friends teased him, but the resort