Bjorn...
Had me fooled? Perhaps her strategy of smiling winsomely and saying little had the magical effect of making her seem both mysterious and seductively sophisticated.
Southwest Motors was on Chimney Rock when I worked there, which (if memory serves) was 73 - 74. Joe, Ned, and Hank Locario, plus a Triumph mechanic named Glen who appeared to have had polio and worked on crutches while dragging around two rubber bands for legs. Looked exactly like Berl Ives. There was also a Triumph mechanic motorcycle-crazy person named (memory again) Mike Taylor. Jean-Louis was a diminutive bat-$hit nuts Frenchman who seemed to live down inside the engine bay of a DS21 most of the time. The worst of the bunch was Frank Morris, one of the partners, who was perpetually in a foul humor. Fortunately, the Locarios more than balanced him out.
I note you had two Triumphs. At one point we had to overhaul over 15% of the engines in NEWLY ARRIVED Triumphs. A few actually went "bang" just backing them off of the trailer, including both a TR6 and a Stag. Often we would find an odd number of connecting rod bolts once we got them opened up. It always broke my heart to tell the cute young girls who were trying to commute to their first job after college in a Spitfire bought for them by their daddies that the transmission parts were on back order for the 9th month (or more).
Alas, the good ol' days never were. But I miss some aspects of them anyway.