Silas sighed, his pride stinging. "Pick two, Higgins. Just don’t tell the neighbors I’ve gone soft."
He went inside, but not before adding a small note to the bottom of the chalkboard: Limited time only. Don't push your luck. buy 1 get 1 tires
Silas looked at the kid's frayed tires—accidents waiting to happen. He grabbed two fresh Michelins off the rack. "Today, Pete, the math is different. You buy one, the second one is on the house. Consider it a 'keep-our-roads-safe' tax." Silas sighed, his pride stinging
The town of Oakhaven was famous for two things: its incredibly steep hills and Silas Vane, the thriftiest mechanic to ever hold a wrench. Don't push your luck
Silas’s shop, "The Last Alignment," was a graveyard of bald rubber and rusted rims. He never ran sales. He didn't believe in them. "Quality costs," he’d grumble, "and if it’s cheap, it’s a coffin on wheels."
The first customer was Mrs. Higgins, who drove a sedan that shook like a wet dog. "Silas, is it true? Two tires for the price of one?"