another day, another problem. Ajax liked to stop by the body shop you worked at, if it was he popped a wheel, or busted his engine, you always had to fix it.

"Hey...dont kill me but I think I popped my tires...again..." he scratched his head nervously and let out a small laugh. You might just charge him extra for bothering you all the damn time but you just sighed, put on your hat, and looked at his bike