So you spotted Enginehead Hottie Shannon at Blue Martini sipping a Malibu and pineapple, and you’ve set ego to stun. But, hey, sexy for Shannon is confidence meets mysterious. Better pull more than your prepackaged: "Do your feet hurt cuz you've been running through my mind all day?" Ain’t gonna cut it, Mr. Bond. (Ok, she admits, it might make her giggle.)

Our five-foot-four feminatural (Well, until an upcoming “magic trick” turns her Bs into Ds. Ta da!) sports a tantalizing combo of high Czech cheekbones, smoldering eyes that could light your Phillie, curves you could drift on and jeans that test the limits of low-ride. (Oh, belly-button bonanza!)

So detail your personality before pulling up to Shannon. And if you’re sporting a brow ‘stache, wax that bush. A unibrow will make her dive for her gunmetal grey Acura RSX Type S (with the 18” rims) and fly back to hometown Sarasota.

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